This whole Trump deathwatch reminds me of an incident in my misspent youth. Willie Nelson was in town, and Jerry Jeff Walker was the opening act. Jerry Jeff has since sobered up, but at the time, he was probably the hardest partying member of a notoriously hard-partying bunch of Texas outlaw musicians. The running joke was, "I know all the words to Jerry Jeff's songs," followed by an incoherent off-key, "Wanna bonna fee ya wisha dooba whaaaaa ....." The roadies had a $5 pool going for which song Jerry would be singing when he fell off the stage, and we were laughing it up about that, only to look up and find Willie staring at us disapprovingly. Gulp. "Now, folks," Willie says, "Come on. You know that just ain't right. Jerry cain't help the way he is. Give the poor man a break. My gosh .....(silent pause while we all suddenly feel the need to gaze at the floor ...) Now. How much is it to get in on that pool?"