Two weeks before the Paris massacre, we took our twin granddaughters, age 11, for their first visit to Paris. They live in Berlin and were eager to see Mona Lisa smile, watch artists paint in Montmartre and take a boat trip on the Seine.
College kids do the darndest things. You send them away to open up their minds and they learn to close them, for themselves and for others.
A mixture of Americans, Frenchmen and Germans, all swimming in the simmering pot of an extended family, got together in Paris one night last week to be entertained by a young American woman studying to be a clown in a school just outside the city.
The PC culture, writing the politically correct rules on everything everywhere from the bedroom to the boardroom, is about to implode.
Harry S. Truman once told a newcomer frustrated with the ways of Washington to expect permanently tough times. "If you want a friend in Washington," he said, "get a dog."
Hillary Clinton listened to her consultants, handlers and other men paid to be wise when she first ran for president seven years ago. They told her to run like a man, make no big deal about the obvious, because her sex -- or "gender," as we call it in our more squeamish times -- was unimportant. She took their advice, and the rest is tortured history.
Hillary then moved away from raunchiness to scripted satire on the season's premier of "Saturday Night Live." Hillary was a kibitzing bartender named Val, talking to SNL star Kate McKinnon, who reprised her impersonation of Hillary. But the scenario was less satirical than self-serving, with both Hillary characters oozing banter about how great Hillary was/is.
What a week for visuals, the holy grail of marketing men, though there was nothing particularly holy about the way politics pursued religious pomp in the slipperiest city.
Carly Fiorina doesn't want anyone to care, and we're not supposed to notice, but it's a pleasure to see a woman with style running for president. She dresses with understated panache. She talks about moral values with the no-nonsense confidence of an old-fashioned schoolmarm and she sounds like someone who believes what she says about the value of a human life.
It's Joe Biden's moment to run for president.
In autumn a young man's fancy (and a young woman's, too) turns to thoughts of school. Even the melancholy chirping of the crickets becomes a sad song of the ebb of summer. Flip-flops and summer tees, like Cinderella's glass slippers and silk gowns, are replaced by "appropriate" dress, and book bags bulge with pencils and notebooks (paper and electronic). If a girl loses her flip-flops now, there's no young man on the beach to search for the foot to fit. Those days have passed.
The strange summer of '15 fades with murder accelerating in the big cities. Most of the dead are black, slain by blacks. Many white liberals are in a fashionable rage of blaming themselves for it. What could we expect from this summer's endless search for outrage?
When Hillary Clinton lost to Barack Obama in 2008, the idea of scoring a first for women was trumped by the appeal of electing the first black president. She was a senator then and didn't want to emphasize the differences in men and women in their approach to making policy
The theatrics of politics can work best in summer stock. The candidates know they're not yet playing on Broadway, but they're practicing as if on the road to see what audiences laugh at, applaud or even hiss and boo.
The Republican candidates who demonstrated in the first debate that they "get it" were the candidates who kept their focus on the pursuit of happiness, a pursuit that runs past carnivals and sideshows and through to economic growth.
Some of the guys who are tempted to mock Hillary Clinton's bad hair days are about to feel some of the lady's pain, beginning Thursday night in the first debate of the presidential nominating season.
The young, particularly the young voters of 2016, have no memory of Bill Clinton, and we're all about to be treated to "a little deja vu all over again."
The Republicans are desperately trying to get hip. Pursuing the latest new thing is not in the Republican DNA, but it's necessary to win elections. They have to tap into the popular culture of social media to woo the younger generation of voters, and that requires a digital strategy.
The controversy over Harper Lee's new "old" novel, "Go Set a Watchman," might be the most bizarre controversy yet in a summer of bizarre and unlikely explosions of national piety.
Any man will tell you that women can't whistle, throw passes or cuss very well. Female cussin' has punch but no authority. But the triumph of modern feminism is that a woman has the right to be as vulgar as any man. No, scratch that. It's not a right, but acceptance (in certain circles) for using verbal vulgarity as crudely as a barroom brawler. We used to call it "giving lip." It was not "ladylike."