MIDNIGHT IN AMERICA
It was five minutes to midnight in America. I was having a glum drink with my buddy Willie. “Midnight in America,” he said. “In more ways than one.” “Lots of ways,” I said. “I wonder if the US will see another New Year’s Eve.” He took a sip. “Everything’s gone to hell and looks like it’s no way up.” “Things look bad,” I said. “We have a loser for a President running for reelection, next…