When I was a small kid my mom would me tales of a fictional character named Maurice Quinlin. All of the tales took place in the Maine woods. She was very good at it. I hung on to every word to find out if Maurice Quinlin escaped from the wolves or bears. Imagine my dreams those nights!! I looked forward to her telling me those stories. I outgrew Maurice Quinlin and knew the stories were all made up. These days we have to separate truth from fiction when we hear some politicians. It’s not too hard to do when the stories they tell are absurdly false. Be wise and discern.