A friend recently wrote on Facebook that she has been learning French, including phrases she’ll never use. It made me recall the first sentence I learned in my high school French class: “J’entre dans la salle de classe.” (I am entering the classroom.) I thought it perfectly ridiculous: People, I insisted, don’t say what they’re doing while they’re doing it. My teacher, whom I never thought of as a visionary, had clearly anticipated the invention of the cellphone.
Out on Biscayne Boulevard, after the concert at the Arsht Center, I saw my first "I'm a nasty woman" T-shirt. (It was not being worn by the featured soloist, Renee Fleming.) Minutes later in the car, reading a headline on my smartphone and not, unfortunately, channeling Harry Caray, Hania said: "Holy Cow, the Cubs are going to the World Series."
At home we watched the debate on Saturday Night Live. Listening with my eyes closed, after putting in my eye drops, I was struck by how much like Clinton Kate McKinnon sounds, something you don't notice while watching her physical antics. I tried closing my eyes a few times during the concert, but I was afraid people would think I'd fallen asleep.
I wonder how many votes Trump sent Clinton's way last night from people who want to see how he reacts to being beaten.
And by the way, why couldn't any moderator say to him, "Yes, we know you blame Clinton, but could you please give us some idea of your plan to remedy things?
Perhaps tonight, instead of throwing insults and accusations at each other, Clinton and Trump could just sit quietly and watch the Cubs-Dodgers game.
Perhaps Clinton and Trump could do the nation a favor and just call off tomorrow's debate.