I’ve decided to quit worrying about transgender bathrooms, threats for north Korea, building a wall, feeding the homeless, get more security locks, let everyone fend for themselves politically because the media is going to spin it their way no matter what you think and relax. How? Go home after I get off of the air and play my piano. My goal is to learn one new song every week. That should take me to my next birthday. (If there is one.) If there isn’t I plan on eating some cake between now and forever. After all, isn’t that what the gal in France once said? “Let em eat cake.”