I’ve never been much of an alcohol drinker — the example of my alcoholic grandfather kept me wary of the stuff — but I’ve gotten even more extreme over the course of the last few years and am a teetotaler now. I just figure I don’t need to add to the problems of aging with something that’s stacking on other difficulties. But there is one event that might make me temporarily end my abstinence. When Donald Trump dies, I’m going to have a margarita…
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