Beware the Ides of March, huh?
If I recall, Shakespeare's Caesar says to Antony:
*Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.*
Trump certainly has plenty of fat men around him. I just thought it was a coincidence rather than a strategy but maybe he has some well-read people in his security team? Nah, on reflection, I think it's just a coincidence.
Whoa! You paint a vivid picture, I feel I'm there!
Reminds me of my grandparent's County Durham 'pit village'. I think the difference in the UK is that we would have signalled interest by twitching net curtains (no one but the priest, bookie, or police seargent had access to a fancy stuff like a telephone) as the stranger passed and afterwards gathering in scandalised huddles, we would be talking in loud whispers about 'whae's yhe when ee's yem?' (or in posher English, 'Prithee good neighbour, verily, knowest thou ought of whom this stranger shalt be, whither he cometh, and whence he goeth?')
Oh, boy! We've come a long way - thank goodness!