By now you’re exhausted by all the head-swiveling news — the terrorist slaughter in Manchester; the president’s trip to Everywhere; and investigation upon investigation of possible collusion with Russia, obstruction of justice, and liars by the dozen.
Which is why I’m sitting in Palm Beach, Fla., practicing Lilly Pulitzer’s dictum: “Being happy never goes out of style.”
Also, President Trump is not here, which seems to please everyone because his frequent forays to his “southern White House” have meant nothing but roadblocks, impenetrable traffic and lousy retail sales.
The otherworldliness of the nation’s most glamorous beach town makes current events seem remote. This sense was magnified recently by visions of Trump’s sword-dancing, orb-fondling, and demonstrating of ugly Americanism in its iteration of wealth, arms deals and blind-eye talking — the president’s uncanny ability to see only what he chooses and to speak in terms compatible with that vision.