Over to the happy place, I keep noting that we had the most American experience ever on our last foray to Philadelphia. We were in the Italian Market and stepped into the crosswalk and a Lexus wasn’t going to stop. My former consort yelled, “Don’t pedestrians have the right of way?” and of course the driver was a jowly white guy who yelled back: “You fucking idiots — If hit you, you get hurt and I don’t.” More proof since Covid that what didn’t kill us made us meaner. But then we walked on, and he was trapped in traffic, inching along, as we looked back and laughed.