I sat down to coffee in the retirement lounge, recently, needing a time out. My head was spinning from my conversation with my stockbroker.  Exasperated, I said to the woman next to me, “How can I leave my money in the hands of someone who approves of Donald Trump?”  The woman,

When I was a senior in college, I earned my tuition by working as the assistant to the woman in charge of food and dormitory services.  Originally, she’d owned a restaurant in New York but came to Oregon when her husband got a promotion.  She found the city too sleepy for her liki