Apparently, the Red Sox spent a recent lengthy rain delay in Chicago dancing together in the clubhouse.  If the Boys feel good enough to dance for hours on end, maybe it’s time to stop worrying about them–and just enjoy whatever is left of this season’s ride.  Of course, this is a team whose biggest star hugs his opponents, so perhaps the carefree dancing should come as no surprise.

Speaking of dancing, we will soon have a new Attorney General–and maybe this will help Congress restore some of the currently lost sections of our Constitution?  Unless, of course, he is replaced by the possibly even less-competent Michael Chertoff: the very concept of which, fair or not, brings only this to mind.  This may only have been a trial balloon, though, since the Administration is already back-tracking.  Ideally, however, whomever is chosen, this  will come to pass. 

Will Cheney be the next one to step down “for health reasons,” upon which, Condi Rice will be elevated to the Vice President’s office, with the 2008 Republican nominee picking her as a running mate?  If I had to make a prediction, I think that would be it.

I was so disconcerted by the tedious aspects of my current reading list, that I am rereading an old favorite, The Power Lovers.  It can be a little bit difficult to track down, but is well worth the trouble–even though you will never look at Walter Mondale, among others, the same way again.  Myra MacPherson also wrote a great–and, sadly, somewhat obscure–oral history about the Vietnam War, Long Time Passing: Vietnam and the Haunted Generation.   I read it for the first time many years ago–and still remember most of it quite vividly.  In many ways, it reminds me of the great Studs Terkel oral histories, which I first remember my mother shoving into my hands when I was in junior high. 

 I suspect that it would be Very Cool to have lunch with Ms MacPherson.   

Or, for that matter, to dance with the Red Sox.