Dear Donald Trump,
Buffalo is going to be around, and laughing, long after you are gone.
And, no, you won't be missed.
This blog will include my unkempt thoughts on science, politics, music, wombats and cats. Breaks will be allowed for attending to your real job, naps, thirst and fatigue. Greetings.
I live on the eastern edge of Lake Erie and peer deep into ponds in the day and the dark sky at night. My home is ruled by two cats, millions of euglenoids and the ever marvelous Mimas Supremas-A superior lifeform of unusual powers and grace (well, I think she's neat).