Minnesota and all of its cronies did not expect to get busted. Too many politicians were in on the take. Nick Shirley is proof that one person can make a difference. If you have a lead- use it or report it. Stay safe.

Indisputable facts. The Democrat party does not care about you/us. They have been proven to strike like snakes when they are busted with their hands in the cookie jar. Democrats and RINOS are 100% in every part of our money for themselves.

The Family Diary Grandma Lucia My Sicilian grandmother was amazing in every way. Her life brought her to New Orleans- where everyone knows the city that hustles and bustles sits below sea level. She and my grandfather built a beautiful life in the city of Jazz and Hurricanes. They lived in a shotgun house near the French Quarter. She would take me to Morning Call and then City grocery for the delights that can only be purchased in the The Big Easy. In return, my parents often flew Lucia to Oklahoma for vacations. She also arrived with a veritable army of home remedies if someone was sick or having a baby. Mainly my mother. She was usually part of our vacations because she wanted to see the landscape of America. One summer, my parents suggested taking her to Colorado. Grandmother had never seen the mountains. We loaded up in the family van. Mother was driving, dad was navigating. The children were hopping around per usual and grandmother was praying her rosary. We arrived in Colorado and set up base in a small mountain town. The next day mother had decided we would take grandmother up the mountain of Pikes Peak. As we started our ascent up the mountain we children were in awe of the climb and the drop offs. I must admit, I was even a touch concerned. But no one and I do mean No One - was more concerned about that mountain and the roads than grandmother. Every few minutes I’d hear Grandmother whisper ‘Jesus, Joseph and Mary’, whilst at the same time clutching her rosary, and then came the all too predictable “I think I’m having a heart attack.” My mother being the excellent driver she was had heard this line many times. Grandmother was righteously dramatic. I thought she’d pass out when the clouds started floating by. My mother offered to turn the van around. My father checked his mother and told mom to proceed. Finally grandmother had gone as far as she could go up the mountain. Let’s give her credit the mountain was some 14,000 feet high and she had lived most of her life below sea level. She insisted mother stop the van. Mother found a somewhat safe place to pull over, and my grandmother who was as short as she was wide- leapt out of the van - black dress, low slung heels and rosary. Then she knelt on the ground and prayed. My mother’s family was much calmer. Almost stoic. My father, always kind, loving and supportive. He hopped out of the van and said “mother, look at the view.” It was beautiful, clouds and greenery everywhere- not to mention the rocky cliffs. He held her hand and prayed with her. After a while he coaxed her back into the van. Mother turned the vehicle around and we made our way not only to our cabin- but called it a wash and drove back to our home state. I’ll always remember the energy in that vehicle. The trauma, the final delight of being at the top of Pikes Peak with a woman who had never seen more than Mount Etna from its base as a child. I’ll never forget her praying, her elaborate rosary or her mumbling in Italian. Most of all her son’s tenderness- trying to share something grand with his mother- only to relent because of her fears. She had spent her life as a caretaker and was now terrified. Five children sat quietly and learned a valuable lesson- take care of your parents. The Pikes Peak adventure turned into a curse and a blessing because later back at our homestead- grandmother told everyone about the beauty of the mountains-particularly Pikes Peak. As she regaled that adventure, we could all tell she was thrilled to have been part of it. From that point on she was referred to as Lucia, the great mountain adventurerer. I learned to never leave home without a rosary, Catholic or not. Xo, S