I'm asking for your "Tots and Pears" tomorrow, as I head off to trumpster-ville
This weekend is the Family Reunion, in Maryland, with the my paternal grandmother's family and they are deeply emmeshed in trump* worship. I wish I could have gotten out of going but, this year, that wasn't an option.
I've already had to block one cousin from seeing my Facebook posts (I strongly suspect she's the one who send an alert on one of my posts) and have decided to walk away from any conversations that start to veer towards anything even remotely political. The reunion luncheon is being held at a dry, "Family" type restaurant, but my brother has promised to bring a flask.
Fortunately, only one out of the 3 'in town' days will be spent with the collection of cult members. The other two will be spent exploring the town where my Grandfather's family settled, when they immigrated from Wales, with a side trip to a cemetery in Pocahontas, PA, where some of my ancestors are buried.
Next year I am planning on creating an unavoidable, conflicting commitment for the 3rd weekend in June.