Least of My Brothers - Nicole Alexander - Bog

Dear Luv Guv: I totally get the mountain you created, walking each step of your daily COVID briefings with you, anticipating and coaching from my love of football, SCUBA Diving, Sea Captain and School of Hard Knocks experiences. I boldly critique your presentations as if you are a Divemaster. Please pardon, but my ideas oft preceded your daily briefings. Sharing this with my long-time friend and confidant via email, we joke, "Just Solving All The World's Problems on Paper". Home during Shelter-In-Place, I finally finish writing novels.

You are positively portrayed except for our dads' brash talk, a literary device I created to show New Yorkers, even politicians, are not that different from Midwestern farmers. Don't worry, no one takes anything Dads say about daughter's potential boyfriends seriously. As a Bible student, consider that Dad faults King David, a nearly perfect man in God's eyes. Yes, of David and Goliath fame.

On morning strolls on Heaven's outskirts, your dad, the illustrious former Governor, finds my dad who eked his way into Heaven on a loophole I found. In my overactive imagination, our dads talk about our mutual single status. Your dad is intrigued by my ability to talk smack, my figure (always a strength), my brain (particularly in governance), and my knowledge of Football. They meddle, using Divine Intervention Tricks to help us together solve the COVID Crisis.

Singles whether city or country, across the entire universe endure matchmaking. Despite all the hoopla and uproar, more unites us all than separates, excluding elitist greed and fear mongering designed to distract and separate Average Americans from money and opportunity. That gets me started down many rabbit holes and frequent laments "Where Have All The Heroes Gone?" P.S, I withhold judgment on your "The Boyfriend" take. I've learned to observe these things first.