There was a time, sometime between June and October, when I was full of a feeling I’d never felt before. I had this idea that everything was going to be okay, because America wasn’t really that bad, and Americans were smarter and more compassionate than I thought they were. For the first time, I was excited about the future and especially the political future of this great country. It was a longer fall than I thought, the distance between that hope and this disappointment. I felt a shimmer of an ache during the debates when it was made perfectly clear that ...