Here’s a tiny example of the mood in DC right now. I’m in 7-11 grabbing coffee. I crane my neck, looking for the cardboard holders that keep my hands from being seared by the heat. Two black guys with winter gear and coffee stirrers look at me.
“What you lookin’ for?”
“Just one of those”–I mime a cardboard holder–“things.”
One of the guys puts down his stirrer and walked to the other side of the coffee hutch. He grabs a holder. He hands it to me with a smile.
This is weird. I expect everyone to start snapping and harmonizing by 10 p.m. or so.