1984, was a good year for me,or at least those parts I can still remember. I was a healthy 34 years old and working my way up the American Dream by owning multiple businesses with my wife and watching my beautiful daughter grow ever more beautiful.
Ronald Reagan was our president and, even though I was not a big fan, I had faith in the man who was Governor of California and had an overwhelmingly positive charisma that gave people a positive view on the future of their nation and family.
One thing I never thought I would do, or have the capacity to do, was go back to a date I had already survived. It is so much different now. I never had a problem with my skin but with today’s political realities I look at an image of my face filled with blemishes.
Gone is the excited light in my eyes filled with hope and pride. Most would say this is caused by age. I believe it is caused by the “1984” philosophy of Donald J. Trump. Many of my friends have replaced an excitement for the future with a despair that we will never be able to come back to where we used to be. Continue Reading →