A friend just died, a man whom I've known for decades. After WWII he and his brother came back to their home town and opened a full-service gas station, one of the two that all the old-time people in town used. He was always cheerful, willing, helpful and was a man of his word.

His son told me that after the funeral he was going through his father's closet and opened a box, which contained the Distinguished Flying Cross. He was a pilot on a dive bomber. He'd worked as a service-station owner for decades and had never mentioned it.

Michelle Obama, she who would be First Lady, complains of repaying student loans, and that since Barry could run for president she's proud of her country for the first time. And she was an intimate with Reverend Jeremiah "God Damn America" Wright, until it was politically impossible to be further associated with him. In trying to justify that association, the father of her children, in her lapidary (and ghetto) phrase, threw his grandmother, the woman who stepped in and raised him, under the bus, saying she was a "typical white woman." Now we know the tenor of the first post-racist president.

I miss Hillary. I really do. Where is that mean, arrogant, power-mad totalitarian? Come back, Hillary. All is forgiven.