DELAWARE, Ohio —
A few Saturdays ago, I woke from a nap craving my mother’s baked beans. Maybe it’s because I will be a grandfather in a few months. I know how migratory the mind can be. Or maybe it’s because we were about to bomb Syria.
I am surprised how easily Mr. Putin outfoxed Mr. Obama. The exceptional American made to look foolish by the evil Russian. I try to imagine the moment of embarrassment when Mr. Obama and Mr. Kerry looked at each other, the blood rushing in their necks, their cheeks burning like hot brass, their bellies aching, because that’s how men (and boys) feel when they are embarrassed.
