There was once a little ol' man who lived by the railroad tracks. Every morning at 2 AM a freight train would come roaring by. The l.o.m. was used to it and would sleep peacefully as the freight train rumbled by. One night the train did not run and when 2 AM rolled around the l.o.m. awoke with a jerk and exclaimed, " what was that?!"
That's the way I feel with Chump gone. He is like the 2 AM train that us3ed to rumble by and is no more. It feels like some undefinable thing is not there anymore. Takes a getting used to but in the long run, it feels good. How nice to be bored with the news.