Prior to the last prez election, my sanity required that I head to my hideout in Greece (since 1963...). I knew my sanity could not take an election year of Hillary and DT, never wanting to hear his voice, let alone see his face. And I am not so fond of Hillary, although she did hug me once. But that was at my nephew Adam's funeral (he died in Dubrovnik on a Clinton mission to Kosovo). Never mind. The point is that I had to escape. Coincidentally,...