Driving to Chaska, Minnesota to host an Open House this Saturday, the radio shoots me a song:
“Lunatic Fringe” by Red Rider from the 20th Century.
As I’m cruising through the Twin Cities, my mind tells me this morning:
“there are lunatic fringes on both the left and right.”
After the Open House, I get home to watch the news.
Trump gets shot at today.
Don’t go full lunatic.
