•November 11, 2020•
by Jim Baumann
Guest Writer

For those of you who dream of the entire country going red, check out the photo I’ve attached to this column.
I grabbed a red onion from the cupboard Thursday morning for breakfast and, as is usually the case, was unable to transport it to the cutting board without losing a piece of onion skin detritus on the floor.
“What’s this?” my eagle-eyed wife asked a couple of hours later. It was not so much a question as an admonition. I swear, red onions instinctively shed their skin just to annoy housemates.
“Why, that’s the continental United States!” I remarked, looking at it upside down. (I might have added “continental” to my response just now.)     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.