Milton White: Dining Out in February

Text & Photographs by Milton White, Copyright 2024


Dining Out in February


Well, there are so many events to celebrate in the shortest month of the year, including Ground Hog’s Day, the Pro Bowl, the Super Bowl, Mardi Gras, Lent (for those of you who celebrate Lent), you might want to add another day at the end so that you can enjoy Valentine’s Day! And Ladies, this is Leap Year!!! 

Here are a few of my favorite locations for you to visit or revisit to get your cheer on!!!

Sunday Brunch at Lacroix at the Rittenhouse Hotel

The original Brunch has returned!!! The Chef manned carving stations throughout the kitchen are back. The exquisite menu boasts luscious hors d’oeuvres, hot and cold stations,  as well as delectable desserts. All served with a view overlooking Rittenhouse Square mastered by classic French service. This may be the perfect date venue, although it is family friendly.

The Capital Grille – Center City

Lunch, Happy Hour, Pre-Theatre, Dinner

This location is one of the finest! The Executive Chef will serve up your favorites from Pan-Fried Calamari with Hot Cherry Peppers, amazing soups and salads to the best cuts of Steaks. Seared Salmon and Roasted Chicken Breast are also favored by guests. Accompanied with a knowledgeable and friendly staff, it a great time for family and friends. Don’t forget your Bartenders!


Still hot on the Square

Always chic, always fun, a great place to meet and greet. You can’t go wrong with what has been named the best burger in Philadelphia several years running. The Roast Pork Sandwich is delicious too! The DJ at Brunch keeps the party going from the night before, especially if you add a bottle of Veuve or any other bubbly! For dinner their Plates choices are designed to want for more, they are that good.

You just might get more for reserving this spot…wink, wink

I’m talking conversation, lol

Ristorante Positano in Ardmore

If you have been fortunate to travel to Italy, better yet, the Amalfi Coast…well let’s get right to it…to Positano. There is a slice of Positano in Ardmore. As you approach this hidden gem, you might take notice of the Mediterranean facade with the Italian tile address number when you enter. Once inside, you are transported to the coastal village. Tile floors, walls covered with Art, sculptures and intimate table settings. The service is that of a style of long ago, hand written menus, entrees served from carts expertly maneuvered by your server. But, most importantly…the food! The owner, Dom, has brought his home to you. The best sauces, meatballs, freshest fish and vegetables, pasta and breads made daily. Wines to complement each dish. On and on I could go. You will thank me for this one. Just make room for me if I drop in when you visit.

Set a few doors down is:

Local Wine and Kitchen in Ardmore

For the Wine Enthusiasts, there are several, if not monthly, wine tastings throughout the year. Chef Dom, hmmm, that name sounds familiar (another Dom), has prepared a menu of locally grown products to accompany the local wines served in this wonderful restaurant, hence the name. You can learn more about the great food, cheese & charcuteries at the bar and at the table.

Off street parking is available behind these two establishments.


Milton White III



Local Wine & Kitchen

39 W. Lancaster Ave.

Ardmore, PA 19003

(610) 896-4740


Positano Ristorante

21 W. Lancaster Ave.

Ardmore, PA 19003

(610) 896-8298


Lacroix at The Rittenhouse

210 W. Rittenhouse Sq.

Philadelphia, PA 19103

(215) 790-2533


The Capital Grille

Broad & Chestnut Sts.

Philadelphia, PA 19107

(215) 545-9588


contributing writer to Tony Ward Studio blog Milton White
Milton White Photographed by Tony Ward, Copyright 2024.


About The Author: 
Milton White is a fashion aficionado, collector and consultant.  He is currently creative assistant to KVaughn Studio. To access additional articles by Milton White, link here:

Milton White: I See I Like I Buy

Portrait of fashion consultant Milton White wearing KVaughn white scarve.
Milton White wears KVaughn Winter Collection 2924. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2023

Text by Milton White, Copyright 2023


I See I Like I Buy


Picture this, it was during the 1996 Christmas Holiday season. While sitting with one of my favorite bartender’s, Dominic, at Mia’s Restaurant at the Warwick Hotel in Philadelphia, a tall enthusiastic guy entered the bar area with a bag, greeting Dominic as if they knew each other for years. After a brief introduction, Kvaughn opened his bag pulling out scarf after scarf, after scarf. There was one scarf that stood out to me, that I had to have. It was a festive black organza embossed with sparkling martini glasses and bubbles reminding me of champagne. I wore it with my New Year’s Eve outfit that year. I was hooked from there. The following year, I purchased not only for myself, but for family and friends as gifts.
Soon after, I sought Kvaughn throughout the year for different events that I attended. There are two occasions that come to mind.
In 2000, I attended a birthday celebration for Senator Hillary Clinton in New York, first a small private function, then a much larger event at a theater on Broadway. I happened to be wearing a blue Armani suit, lavender shirt and tie with a Kvaughn original, a multi-colored sequined scarf offsetting the color of the combination. During the intermission, as I approached President Clinton, Christian Slater stopped me to say that I looked amazing…I am sure it was because of the scarf! By the way, I never got to President Clinton because the intermission came to an end.
I lost touch with Kvaughn, due to my schedule. I lived in Manhattan and worked in Atlanta at that time. On one of my visits back to Philly, this is also one of Kvaughn’s favorite recollections, I was strolling along Walnut Street, wearing olive green Versace turtleneck with Versace couture jeans accompanied with a long velvet maroon/silver iridescent original by Kvaughn, when we ran into each other. I told him that I had been looking for him, because I needed to add to my collection. I took him to Del Frisco’s for cocktails so that we could catch up. 
I was exposed to fashion and style at an early age. My parents exuded style. They never stepped outside the front door without being impeccably dressed whether for casual occasions or in party attire. After sitting down to dinner with the family, Dad would put on his smoking jacket and retire to the living room for family time. They dressed my sisters and I in the latest fashions of the day. When I was allowed to pick out my own clothes and it was met with approval, I felt that my mission was accomplished. My style and accessories during my school years were, one might say, impressive.
I attended Northeastern University in Boston, and after my freshman year I moved to a townhouse in the South End with a designer friend from Philadelphia who graduated from the Fashion Institute of Technology (FIT) in NYC, and his friend. During this period, I met other designers and models, both print and runway. Newbury Street was full of clothing stores. Finding Louis, Boston, rated Best Men’s Store in America at the time, was like hearing the Angels sing as I crossed the threshold. How does an 18-year-old know how to select a haberdashery? I found select suits, ascots, and other items that truly set me apart from the college male style. As Special Assistant to the Director of the African American Institute, planning events and hosting them, I had to look my best. One year, while still at the school, I was recruited to walk the catwalk at a fashion show and stole the show.
Moving to NYC gave me another glimpse of the world of fashion. Working at Just Above Midtown (JAM) Art Gallery on West 57th Street, Linda Goode-Bryant, Curator, introduced me to an array of artists, celebrities, and collectors. Fast forward 2001, the week after 9/11, I met Delores Aitenfisu who happened to be on the Board at JAM while I was there. Delores had her own company, D. Scott Events and I was asked to join her in planning fundraising galas for Young Audiences, which were Black Tie.
Travels to Rome, Positano and to the Islands, further enhanced my passion to accessorize my style.
I will leave you with this:
Diamonds, Pearls, Scarves = Tiffany’s, Chanel, Kvaughn 
Portrait of fashion consultant Milton White photo: Tony Ward
Milton White. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2023.


About The Author: 
Milton White is a fashion aficionado, collector and consultant.  He is currently creative assistant to KVaughn Studio. 

From CEO to SUB: About Patrick


Text by Alice of London, Copyright 2023

Photography by Tony Ward, Copyright 2023

Styling by KVaughn

Hair & Makeup: Olivia Monroe

Lighting Assistant: Anthony Colagreco

BTS: Ernest Thomas


Alice on Patrick


Portrait of a styish executive seated at a desk in Grand Central Station NYC wearing a KVaughn Scarf
Patrick. Photo: Tony Ward, Copyright 2023


We are all many things, both to ourselves, and to others. Some are allowed out, and some are not. I’ve asked Alice to write a summary about Patrick, who is pictured in this article. It’s the start of a triptych. Follow the breadcrumbs.

Patrick’s journey started in Europe. An accident saw Patrick conceived somewhere in Italy to American parents. His mother loved her partner but sadly he was in love with somebody else and so it wasn’t to be.

Patrick’s birth mother lost her own mother at aged nine, and wanted Patrick to have a complete family. It was 1967, the year the Beatles sang “All you need is Love”. 

So, returning to Leicester in the UK (for the English language bit), Patrick (or “Jonathan Todd Wahlberg” as he was at the beginning) was born, spent a few weeks with foster parents after his heart-broken mother let go after ten days, and was then adopted, aged six-weeks. He was of Scandinavian genealogy, his birth family arriving in Minnesota in 1910 in a covered wagon. “I’m a Believer”, was No 1 in the US on his day of birth.

Growing up an only child, Patrick was aware of his adoption for as long as he can remember. If there is a god, they must be full of irony, as Patrick’s parents (“adoptive parents” – but really, “parents”) died aged 53 and 59, and aged 22 Patrick found himself very much alone. Life turns on a dime. (Twenty-five years later he found his birth mother and an additional 140-strong family including parallel aunts and cousins, but that is for Patrick to tell, perhaps somewhere else – I am Alice, and it is time to move this on a little.)

So, perhaps somewhere, in the middle of all this there was a realization in Patrick that we can be so many different things, that idea of life turning on a dime, that we are made of a sum of possibilities that ebb and flow. Luke Rhinehart (well, George Cockcroft) in The Dice Man, had a point. That, I think was the first time Patrick picked up on the fact that there were paths that could be trodden, but that were suppressed and never saw the light of day. With that light, darkness.

Employment didn’t come along in a traditional way. Self-employed (solitary, three long years), Patrick’s background was technology, and he ended up spending a lot of time with computers, as (and here comes that dime once again) when he changed schools aged 14, he ended up with a class teacher David, who was head of the Physics Department. Sadly departed, a kind man.

Two wonderful children followed, and then decades later, a reconnection from university days, Patrick having previously had a dalliance with the wonderful lady in question. Patrick probably therefore always had this feeling that circumstance and chance was steering him (yes, “him”) down a narrow path, a path with a sheer drop on either side, jagged rocks in the valleys. (Lyra will have something to say about this in due course). Somehow that sheer drop on either side kept him contained. Well, for a while.

And so, I, Alice, came along. It started so innocently I think, with Patrick painting his nails in the color of his running club, claret and gold. But that led to an initiation into a different type of more secret club.

“Love the nails”, intones the shop assistant.

What kindness is this?

And then, for a self-dare, and perhaps out of nowhere, or out of somewhere, during a weekly company quiz that Patrick hosted, some fun, dressing up in “drag” rather than “drab”, and – boom! The quiz master became the quiz mistress. Just like that.

… another persona was born.  The dime, landing on its edge, and teetering. Mischievous, irreverent, prettier. (Hang on Alice – Patrick). Well, it’s true. And younger looking. And more fun! (Alice – I’m warning you!)

The Thursday quizzes settled into a routine, colleagues, Patrick thinks (bless him) enjoying the fun. More complex, sometimes daring outfits followed. Amazon made a killing during Covid lockdown. And then, suddenly, after the quiz had finished, the outfits stayed on a bit, as it really was fun. And comfortable, in many senses.

And then, Patrick starts thinking he can play the piano and sing and starts doing all sorts of Radiohead covers. Bowie, Blondie, U2 and Visage follow … in fact, just about anything. And he posts them on his Instagram account. But not as him. Oh no. As me – as Alice.

This is strange. He seems to find “being his public self” and performing – which is so personal – is something that needs to be hidden. But no more hiding. I, Alice, am on the rise. He remembers the first post. And the wait for the response. It was kind, thankfully.

Was this mere escapism?

By this point, Patrick is owner and CEO of a company focused on technology in public transportation, the company advanced by the skills and capabilities of those working for it (and some of Patrick’s abilities, I begrudgingly guess), along with a large smattering of luck – those spinning dimes. I suspect that I, Alice, would not have found a voice in other circumstances.

And out of these behaviors, came an ally, but more than an ally. Patrick wears his colored bands, celebrates diversity, supports inclusivity, and tries to be kind at all times. He (or they if it’s both of us) try to lead by example.

I, Alice, take trips out both in Margate to the wonderful Bar Nothing, but also, in parts of London, walking along the South Bank in heels and a dress. Ah … the irony of not wanting to be called out but dressing to be called out. You cannot be disappointed by being both ignored and being noticed. 

It was becoming more than fun. Something else. But Patrick is still Patrick. I really shouldn’t talk about myself here.

Confusion and questions … some answered, some unanswerable. A burning desire to try to do right, as we all do, having fucked some things up. Perhaps, trying too hard. Adopted children, and their parents often do this, apparently. 

And so, as a fan of Tony Ward’s work for more decades than either Tony or Patrick would care to acknowledge and having experimented with imagery, self-portraiture and an increasingly challenging sense-of-self, Patrick decided he would like to record this journey, photographically. 

Patrick contacted Tony, and explained a little about who he was, where he was, and they shared some thoughts. They then came up with this hare-brained scheme (Alice, I’m warning you – Patrick).

So here we go. He’s the man – the CEO, caring and considerate hopefully, kind, trying to walk a gentle path through life looking after everybody if he can, but still in his suit. He has his own identity, which is his most of the time, but there is a little blurring (I’m working on it!)

“Off with the tie”, on with the cravat, that KVaughn scarf and style. But time is ticking, so he gets on with my nails. I, Alice, need my time. I’m literally screaming to come out, and it is lunchtime on the day of the shoot already.

Oh – OK – does that then mean I (Patrick) can now tell them about your story, Alice? “Oh, I guess so. But what about Lyra?”. Oh – I think she better wait.

It’ll be interesting to hear what Patrick has to say about me.


About The Author:

Alice is 56 (what are the chances?) But then that’s the whole point all this is about. Alice has only been around for about three years (go figure!), crashing the party shortly after Covid lockdown started in the UK. Alice shares some of Patrick’s traits (kindness), but has a more carefree attitude, but often drinks like a fish. She has far less responsibility than Patrick, which she loves.

You will unwrap more about her when you read what Patrick has to say.


To read what Patrick has to say about Alice, link here

A.H. Scott: It’s All in The Game

Illustration of Trump as felon lock him up
Lock Him Up. Artwork by Thomcat23, Copyright 2023

Text by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2023


It’s All in The Game


Donald Trump is always in a tizzy of playing games.

Up until now, it’s as if he’s held all the cards. But, he no longer is master of situating reality on the game board. 

Master baiter, master trader, master manipulator, master of illusions, master of delusions, master of ceremonies, master of confusion. Yep, that’s who Donald Trump has been for decades.

Baiting [1] the trap to anyone who would dare speaks words he doesn’t want to hear or actions that disobeys him, as he turns the angry mob on his own vice-President. 

Brandishing the crown jewels of national security for his own petulant pride of showing them off like dangling shiny bobbles before the salivating lackeys who sit before him at his golf club in Bedminster is whom this person is.

Conversion of lies into manufactured truths is his game which is played to the hilt. 

Donald Trump doesn’t do this alone. In fact, if it were only him; then isolating the poisonous strain which he is would be instantaneous. Yet, this wannabe ain’t riding alone. He rides with a loathsome cadre[2] of coup-caressing[3], crank yankin’ cowards in Brooks Brothers’ suits with many a law degree from prestigious institutions from coast to coast. 

Even on a once friendly spot at Fox News Channel only a few months ago, Donald Trump is stuck in a time warp from 2016 of saying he only ‘hires the best people'[4] in an effort to prove his bona fides of wisdom in 2024. 

The only game DJT is playing is the one with his self. And, his tiny Truthin’ thumbs are worn out beyond measure:

Scramblin’ N’ Schemin’ 

Old Man Donald had a wallet


And with every case it got thinner


With an indictment here and an indictment here

Gotta find some cash, where, where, where?


With a PAC, PAC here

And, a grift, grift there

Geez, I – Geez I – OWE!

With a lawyer here and a lawyer there

There are more that I owe

I ain’t on a farm, but I sure am standing in deep

And, all my IOUs are steep

More than I can count, I owe… – A. H. Scott

Donald Trump doesn’t care who he hurts, how he sows chaos and whips up the crowds who cheer him as their Orange Jesus, for it’s all in the game. 

The game which Donald Trump is playing is called – Running One Step Ahead of the Gavel of Justice. 

Speaking of which, justice is may be a quartet in the form of Lady Justice with a hand of truth and fairness; Judge Chutkin, Attorney General James, and District Attorney Willis. Oh, and then there is the fourth judge which may not be recognized in league with the prior trio. But, I do. 

And, even though he doesn’t know it yet, Judge Aileen Cannon may be the final lady that holds a nail for him. You see, the irony is that even the judge he considers to be ‘very smart and very strong'[5] because he nominated her during his administration; even she didn’t do the one thing he was hoping for from the get-go. Judge Aileen Cannon DID NOT toss the case against him that Special Counsel Jack Smith brought against him.

Judge Aileen Cannon is 41 years old and will have many a decade on the bench, compared to a 76 year-old candidate on a craven quest to battle against mythical enemies that will outlast anyone who thinks they will live to infinity; when in reality its’ less than thirty years for a man to make it to exist for a century. 

The game board is no longer under the twisted thumbs of Donald Trump. It is in the hands of a feminine force in the form of …and concluding with a most unlikely roadblock – District Judge Aileen Cannon. Oh yes, that Aileen Cannon; the same one who he appointed and has been publicly lauded by Trump. 

Judge Cannon may have given Donald Trump some favorable rulings in the Mar-A-Lago case that the Department of Justice has brought against him. But, there is the one thing that she has not given the brooding and bratty former President. And, that is tossing the case. 

Yeah, just think about that.

Many a legal analyst on television and publication has criticized Judge Aileen Cannon for being too slow and soft on holding this defendant’s wobbly defense accountable with all due speed and tightness of legality. 

Yet, still even she isn’t throwing out the charges from Department of Justice investigation headed by Special Counsel Jack Smith. Oh no, Donald – Cannon ain’t gonna blow these charges away for you. So, you are going to trial. Whether that be closer to this moment in time, or even a bit further down the road of days. But, it’s coming your way. 

Saying some sweet words here and there to butter up and saddle up to one of your own appointees isn’t the magic touch you thought it would be. 

So, the game you thought you’ve always had a hand up on, now points the finger downward at you, Mr. Former President. 

Donald John Trump puts up that mask of bravado when speaking of the possibility that a prison cell may be in his future, as when he boldly said that he doesn’t even think about things not going his way in the legal imbroglio he’s consumed within. 

“I’m built a little differently I guess, because I have had people come up to me and say, ‘How do you do it, sir? How do you do it?’ I don’t even think about it.” – Donald Trump, September 17th, 2023[6]

I guess it comes so easy for him to sleep like a man without a care in this world, for it would take a conscience to grasp the dimensions of the dastardly deeds he’s been charged with. 

By the way, 91[7] counts is the total this defendant is dealing with. He can boast and put on a faux scowl of a delusional strongman, but the number ain’t chicken liver. 

“I sleep. Because I truly feel that, in the end, we’re going to win.” – Donald Trump, September 17th, 2023[8] 

Living in what I call “Orange Oblivion”, the former President of the United States of America; a man who is a twice-impeached, substantially[9] deemed rapist, with a ketchup (bottle) killin’ fetish, is scratchin’ back to yesteryear in reliance of tricks and fancies he’s learned at the knee of Roy Cohn and Cohn’s mini-me, Roger Stone – Delay! Delay! Delay!

Speaking of delusional outrage, it seems that Donald Trump’s constant fallback to appeal and obfuscate in the realm of the legal system has come back to bite him in his over-inflated (ahem) ego. 

Appeal a ruling or countersuing doesn’t seem to have the punch and pith it used to for the man of Mar-a-Lago anymore. He does his same old shtick and judges are seeing through his game with a full-on transparency. 

Men and women who adorn the black robes[10] ain’t ya’ choir anymore, Donald. 

Game of numbers, laid out on the game board of life: 9 counts? Maybe can beat the odds. 29? Hmm, gets a little bit harder to slide away.  91, ya’ ain’t gonna wigggle, whine or whip up some social media abracadabra tricks to stay uncuffed and unguilty in the eyes of the American legal system. Even with all the scurrying around and barking at the moon in saying you are the most persecuted soul on the planet, 91’s gonna stick to 45. Might not be out for the full count, but somethin’s gonna stick.

And, even he knows it. 

Democrats in both houses of Congress should start reviewing the process of any former President who is convicted of a felony have an immediate revocation of Public Law 89-186 which guarantees lifetime Secret Service protection. 

Oh no! If Donald Trump becomes a jailbird[11], we the American people should not have to be on the hook for pampering him behind the wall with special treatment. Only he should be stripped of that gilded status. For Melania, Baron, Tiffany, Ivanka, Donald Jr., and Eric Trump – all of them should continue to be granted the Secret Service protection, for they are not convicted felons. 

Yet, I would love to be a fly on the wall when the members of the former President’s detail could decide who would get the short end of the stick to have to do the time behind bars with him if he is convicted of 1 through 91 counts. 

Just for a moment, think about how fouled up this situation even being at hand truly is: 

To the men and women of the Secret Service, who are law enforcers having to be melded to a lawless protectee[12]  is truly an unimaginable future possibility that I as an American citizen shakes my head in disbelief when I think about it. 

Duty that is exemplary should not be dragged through doody for the sake of a man who has been trying to outrun what he has reaped his whole life. 

A law on the books might not solve everything, but if it were there to clearly state that if anything like the schemes of a man bent on taking down democracy for the sake of his own ego not getting bruised over losing an election would face consequences; then maybe it would be worth it to have it as a backstop[13] to keeping this madness of Trump’s turgid thirst of returning into the Oval Office as some kind of conquering demi-God in the rearview mirror.

There’s an adage in politics that Democrats have a need to fall in love with a candidate and Republicans fall in line behind a candidate. For this moment in time, the parties have switched positions and it is the GOP primary voters who are enthralled with the leading candidate among the polls. His name is one which is known by all – Donald Trump. 

The Republican Party’s dance with Donald Trump is far from over. He calls, they respond. He knocks and they open all doors with a welcome sigh. Oh, my, my, it’s all in the game: 

“Once in a while he will call

But it’s all in the game

Soon he’ll be there at your side

With a sweet bouquet

And he’ll kiss your lips

And caress your waiting fingertips

And your hearts will fly

Away” – “It’s All In The Game”, Dawes/Sigman[14]

Originally a musical composition titled “Melody In A Major”[15] had been penned in 1912 by another Republican named Charles G. Dawes, former vice-President of the United States under President Calvin Coolidge which was paired with the lyrics of Carl Sigman in 1951 to become the aforementioned “It’s All In The Game”.

Trump makes the hearts all aflutter for the mass of the Republican primary voters who are eager to take his sweet bouquet of promised retribution ever so willingly. 

Damn the tomorrows, embrace the moment with all which he brings to the table. Making America Great (for a certain sliver of Americans) Again!!

Callin’ N’ Respondin’

Reap what you sow

Sow what you reap

One may reap what they may sow and sow what they may reap

His promises are lies

Lies are all which he keeps

Keeps you closer with every pout

Keeps you in line to never want to shout

All under his spell in his game is what it is all about 

Yet, justice has a way to creep

Creep closer to comeuppance

And, the game winds down 

As a judge enters the courtroom and bailiff commands all to stand

For defendant Donald, this ain’t the game he planned

Counts of 91 are crimping his style

Also, the fact he can’t be on that campaign trail for a while

Thinking his former title will keep him above the fray

Oh no, Donnie – this is the American way

Called on the carpet to pay the piper in legal terms that is

Sit on your rump and hear them call the case titled for Trump

No weasely, no measly

Like any other one’s that guilty, you ain’t gonna get off so easily 

Controllin’ it all is your way

But, that was back then

And, today’s a new day 

Mugshot for sale, it ain’t no shame

For Donald Trump, it’s all in the game

Judge demands the defendant sit down

Tarnished crown on a clown

Yet, what he’s reaped is calculation 

Sown are the seeds of chaos that are tossed with pith

Roots are entangled and matted ever so deep 

There is only a single promise this candidate will keep

Dastardly and bastardly is the demise of democracy

Something’s in the wind and it’s not the scent of liberty

Donald Trump is master of the game he seeks 

In the courtroom, in the town square, across social media our psyches have been born bare

Yet, that fame you’ve hungered for is the most insidious flame

Before the bar, we all burn the same 

No matter how many a lawyer is on retainer,

The facts of what’s going on couldn’t be any plainer

Even the most conservative of judges ain’t in the tank

Trump figures they owe him allegiance

Tip of the hat may be given by some

Yet, truth is truth beyond any Trump rebuke

In the end, it’s all in the game. 

And, that is the damnedest shame… – A.H. Scott

Game board of new vision shall turn the page from Orange Oblivion to Democracy’s Resurgence is the hope which I have for what will come to pass. For my fellow Americans, let’s not let the free and fair election of 2020 be our last. 

Stay vigilant! 

“It’s All In The Game”


A.H. Scott


“It’s All In the Game” – THE FOOTNOTES: 

1.-Judge Slams Trump As ‘Charlatan’ After Jury Finds Jan. 6 Rioter Guilty On All Counts – ABC News

2.-President Trump’s Best People – New York Times

3.-Trump Aide Peter Navarro Pressed on Coup Plot by Ari Melber in 2022, Before Later Conviction in 2023 – MSNBC

4.-Fox News Roasts Trump for Turning on Who He Hired – Now This

5.-Trump Praises Judge Overseeing Docs Case: ‘She’s Very Smart and Very Strong’ – The Messenger

6.-Trump says he doesn’t worry about going to jail: ‘I don’t even think about it’ – NBC News

7.-Breaking down the 91 charges Trump faces in his four indictments – The Washington Post

8.-Full Trump Interview: ‘I Don’t Consider Us To Have Much of A Democracy Right now’ – NBC News

9.-Judge Says E Jean Carroll Allegation Trump Raped Her is ‘Substantially True’ in Court Dismissal – Guardian

10.-Judge Howell delivers another blow to Trump and his lawyer – The Washington Post

11.-Trump Privately Frets He Could Be Headed to Prison – Rolling Stone

12.-Would a Former President Get Secret Service Protection in Prison? – Slate

13.-“Restoring and Enforcing Accountability of Presidents Act” or the “REAP Act” – U.S. House

14.-It’s All In The Game – Genius

15.-Tracing the History of a Song: ‘It’s All In the Game’ – NPR


Portrait of A.H. Scott poet and writer based in New York City
A.H. Scott


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A.H. Scott is a poet and essayist based in New York City and is a veteran contributor to this blog.  To access additional articles by A.H. Scott, click here:

Exhibition Announcement: Obsessions – Vintage Prints 1993 – 1998

exhibition announcement for tony ward photography show. Obsessions vintage prints 1993-1998


We invite you to join us for an exploration of human vulnerability and the timeless beauty of the unadorned form. “OBSESSIONS” is an ode to the human spirit, a celebration of the profound authenticity that lies with us.

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