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My tendonitis is better, but now I think I'm coming down with a cold.
The list of non-fiction books I really want to read is horrendously long, and of course it grows each time I peruse the digital offerings from my public library. Life being what it is, I often get a good start on these books but then never finish them. Even though I should be out in the studio working on something or other for the next art show, I'm giving in to the vague cold symptoms with an afternoon on the couch, the laptop, and the library's free downloads.
I started with Chris Hayes's book for a variety of reasons, most important being that it's from the BT era (before trump) and I wanted to get some perspective. Right away, things started jumping out at me:
That was in 2012 or so. Less than a decade later, here we are.