I grew up in a town called Patchogue, and although I haven't lived there for forty years it will always be my hometown. Patchogue is about 60 miles from Manhattan, and so it was and continues to be bit too far from the city to be a commuting town.
Much of Patchogue is Trump country, and I often find myself with some, but few like-minded thinkers when it comes to the fitness of the president to serve. And, until the election, after repeated admonishments from my more rational spouse, I was basically silent -- with Patchoguians -- about my firm views on Donald Trump and what he represents. I do get a chuckle out the talking heads, however, when they speak of separate bubbles of Americans. I have no doubt I am far from the only Clinton voter whose life-long acquaintances believe in Donald Trump.