(A Rather, If Necessarily, Belated) 'Tribute' (Of Sorts) to America's 'EPIPHANY' - i.e. January 6th, 2020 - A Year On: "Good Night, America, How ARE You, Don't Ya Know Me, I'm [Update: I Once WAS] Your Native Son?"

A classic opportunity for behind-the-scenes bipartisan collaboration upon removing Donald J Trump 'el permanente' from the American political scene was then lost for good; and, like so many scholars and academics etcetera, I suspect the opportunity will never come again...

And thus and so that eerie painting that that wag (I mention around Election 2020; upon either this or my other, original blogsite) in the Philadelphia Constitutional Convention Hall was ruminating and reflecting upon (during my brief visit in August or so 1992) perhaps *verily represents the sun descending (off the landscape) - as opposed to rising - permanently on the once proud and great (and once global trend-setting) U S 'experiment in democracy'...

Afterthought: 

Curiously enough, my long-deceased American grandmother would've turned 120 on that day... 

...and perhaps equally eerily, her name, 'Elvera', itself meant the truth.

Acknowledgment:

FULL CREDIT to the (introduction to the) third and final stanza in Arlo Guthrie's inimitable classic 'City of New Orleans'...

TO BE CONTINUED...Sometime soon, don't know when...