If you really keep your eyes open, in these, as they say, difficult times, you can catch a glimpse of unusual things just under the surface.
Take that day, a golden afternoon, a week or more ago, on the way to the Washington DC Press Club to hear Laura Bush’s maiden effort to address pundits on their home ground.
Boarding the metro elevator in suburban Bethesda, Maryland, a small, dark, intent man in a navy suit backed up to the elevator wall. Body, compact; hair, jet black and closely cropped; face, a warm, dark brown
