So many of us here host out of town guests, family and friends. They come from every part of the country and beyond. It is a special part of life here when we share a meal or coffee and pastries at some favorite venue with our guests. Same goes for a visit to a favorite park, foot trail or scenic overlook of mountains and ocean.

The recent visit of my “big brother,” five years older than me, was as delightful as other visits this year, until the last evening over cheese and crackers and wine. We had managed for two days to hold off on politics, even though it always lurked nearby as we talked. Then the dam broke. We argued. We got hot and bothered, our voices barely under control.

I couldn’t sleep that night, recalling his ignorant repetition of Trump lies. The pronouncement that Trump’s

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