An artist would be nice, but we need someone practical

They must, but they're unknown. Probably unknowable, too.

The story of the flaming airplane reminds me of my brother-in-law, who had spent long, tedious hours building airplanes (according to my husband). He had several in his bedroom, some, I believe, swinging somehow from the ceiling.

When he was old enough, he joined the Army (this was during WWII). Before he left, he set every one of those planes afire because he knew that nobody would take care of them. Nobody could fathom that. I can't either.

He, too, was a perfectionist. He knew where to find anything. If he owned a tool, there was a specific place for that tool, and when he needed it, he knew exactly where to find it. He threw away anything unnecessary. His wife was a saver -- of anything and everything. I suppose opposites attract.

This all has nothing to do with voting for or having the qualifications for President. All I have to say is this: he or she is in for a rocky four years. It's doubtful there would be eight.