A happy man out for a drive

But I worry about the kids. My generation is fading away, and the kids who type 50 wpm with their thumbs on a cellphone are becoming prominent but will they have the chance to be as wildly lucky as I’ve been? The sun comes up and the sun sets due to the Earth’s rotation, the Mississippi runs into the gulf and you can call it whatever you want to, it’s the same gulf, and as Solomon said, “What is is what has been and what shall be, there is nothing new under the sun,” except that we find ourselves with a president who seems to have no idea what he’s doing, and every morning my wife puts the newspaper down and says, “You won’t believe this,” but I do. The man feels obliged to astonish us with wild irregularities but it keeps getting harder. He could turn the Rose Garden into a Tesla lot and the East Room into a casino and paint the White House mauve and we’d say, “Well, that’s him doing his thing.” The only thing that would amaze us is if he wore a green tie.