Through a string of errands, I ended up at an out-of-the-way coffee and fudge shop. Not a bad place to be on a Monday. The clerk was the only other person in the store. She was maybe sixty, and had a soft, serious face. She told me, quietly, that she liked my She Persisted shirt. We talked some politics then, as she mixed the espresso. As I left, I told her to take care—and I realized that I really meant it. I mean, more than usual, I meant it. And I realized, further, that there is a consolation in all these Trumposities. And that is the fact that we’re building a community—a camaraderie, even—among those of us who would otherwise be total strangers.
(Originally posted May 15, 2017)