“The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: Stink, stank, stunk!” — From the song, “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch,” in the Dr. Seuss’ holiday classic, How the Grinch Stole Christmas! After 12 months, 52 weeks and 365 days, here’s my breakup letter to this stinkin’ year. You won’t need Kleenex for this one. *** Dear 2020, I hope this finds you well. Of course, I’m lying. Honestly, I hope I never see you again. And to think we started out so well back in January. Despite a typical Michigan winter, we ventured out often. Lunch with old friends. Dinners at crowded restaurants, movies at…