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Skeeter is headed east into the blunt force of this winter’s cold blast, first to Wisconsin, then on to Philadelphia. He had intended to have his android servant write sketches in his absence, but unfortunately, he’s fallen in love with the loveable robot and has decided to take her with him on this junket. So … you readers desperate for news of a non-Trumpian nature will have to make do with the Jolie/Pitt gossip pages in his absence. That, or as always, scroll down a couple of years here on this blogsite, dig thru the archaeological ruins and see what pottery shards of prose you can find. Pre-Donald artifacts.