I cannot believe

I cannot believe

Its already time to choose a Halloween costume. I may dress up as the politician I despise most. It really does not matter because I am too young to vote. The upside-down universe

I live in makes me wonder if I'm having a nightmare. If I dress as Hillary for Halloween, I'll have to wear heels. If I dress as trump, I might get eggs thrown at me. Or worse.

Foreign policy textbooks. Conflicted over which 2016 presidential candidate to impersonate on Halloween, I settled instead to dress up as Gerald Ford.

Ghouls and ghosties gasped as they saw my aquline profile, my piercing gaze, my bulging biceps. I was a beautiful Gerald Ford. Householders chucked fistfulls of sweets into my pum

-ped up jaws in hopes of favors. But I, Mega-Gerald-Ford grant no favors except that of gazing upon my chistled physique. Plus, my muscles are so tight I can't move, but that's

an occupational hazard I'm willing to accept.As I stare out across the strait of Mackinaw with my polished looks, smooth brow & never closing crystal blue eyes, I, Mega-Gerald-Ford

means and those that were excellent fishers with wonderful plumage. People came from all over to thank part of me for its service. Sometimes the michigan loon side, sometimes the M

artian landing site, it all depended on who showed up that day. Most of the time people just wanted a glimpse of the duck-faced Martian. I got better tips when I waddled.