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POEM: Portrait of POTUS at Play

Trump tees off.

The portly warrior with the ski-slope gut,
wearing a Woodrow-Wilson-era overcoat

flicks a 4-F salute as he trots up the ramp
and flies off to Florida – an elderly scamp

playing hooky from Washington, D. C.,
to set a little white ball on a little red tee

and, after adjusting his ample frame
and giving the ball a familiar name,

like Flynn, or Spicer or Priebus, or how
about a spokesman named Mark Carollo?

he whacks it off the green into the blue,
leaving it up to lawyers to decide who

did what and to whom and who knew?
Off they fly –- Bannon, Gorka, Scaramu-

cchi – Granddad doing the hoochy koochy
as he addresses the little ball atop the tee.


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CONNECTIONS: Baldwin’s in West Stockbridge marches on

The Civil War had created pent-up demand for goods, and there was Baldwin’s. Folks all over the North and South were glad to see the war ending and new businesses starting up.

I WITNESS: Whiplash

All dogs have their day, and the seemingly invincible mafiosi to whom Mr. Trump enjoys comparing himself were both eventually tried and convicted: Al Capone for tax evasion, and John Gotti for, among other things, racketeering, obstruction of justice, tax evasion, and extortion.

PETER MOST: Up in smoke

Two things are becoming increasingly clear. One, based on the facts and law, it is downright dopey for Great Barrington not to settle in its Community Impact Fees cases. Two, the town has persistently received bad counsel.

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