I have laid eyes on Donald Trump in person once or twice. Like many celebs whom we encounter often in the media, sometimes more than we wish, “the Donald” is not all that tall. He appeared as wide as he is high, but that’s my snarky side talking. The orange sweep/comb-up-and-over is real, very real — or unreal, depending on your appreciation of hair sculpture.
Trump has been safely sequestered in New York for most of his business and TV career, though he has developed hotels in gambling and resort towns. He’s made some brief, empty gestures at running for the White House, which would have brought him to our fair capital. His dalliances got him some airtime, but few took him seriously. Everyone knew he was running a media stunt, rather than a political campaign.
