I really value unforgettable moments. Things you can tell people about. We have too few of them in our lives, and it is all too seldom that we can create one such moment for a stranger.

Rhyme is cool again. It's because of hip-hop. Bless you, hip-hop.

We separated like oil and water. In the cafeteria, you'd see a table of black jocks, table of white jocks, table of rich white kids, table of Hispanic kids, table of Chinese kids, table of druggies, table of chatterboxes, and so on. Wait! There's a diverse table over there! With a few kids of different tenacities and economic status! Oh, that's the nerds. That's where I sat. We weren't cool enough for the other tables, so we didn't discriminate against anybody.

I believe the publisher is a member of the editorial board, and I think his vote would matter.

An editorial writer might consult a reporter to see what she thinks, if it is what she covers. But they are entirely independent.

The intelligent Trump supporter will be someone who is so cynical about politics that he wants the world blown up, and doesn't care if the person doing the blowing up is an obnoxious, infantile vulgarian. I don't know where to find these people. Do you?

I think Hillary Clinton will make a fine president, and (most important) I am comfortable with her making gigantic, momentous decisions.