On Friday afternoon, as the bland corporate swirl of Super Bowl weekend droned on outside my hotel room window, I wrote about 6,000 words about Donald Trump and the foggy, disorienting new world we and our families are all staggering around in these days.
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Volume 1, Issue 40: Pen Cap Chew
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On Friday afternoon, as the bland corporate swirl of Super Bowl weekend droned on outside my hotel room window, I wrote about 6,000 words about Donald Trump and the foggy, disorienting new world we and our families are all staggering around in these days.