Having put up a (mildly) snotty political post, I feel a mild compulsion to establish some common ground, especially with my conservative readers. Rather than get up their noses again, I like to suggest some things we can agree on. After all, when I worked at the Flemingsburg Gazette all those years ago, Jean Denton, the editor, and I disagreed on Richard Nixon but both admired Joan Didion’s essays and Ross Macdonald’s murder mysteries.
The Hamilton Tavern’s Crosstown Burger, the best hamburger in Baltimore.
Psalms sung in Anglican chant by a competent choir.
John Cheever’s short stories.
Small-batch bourbon, Manhattans, gin martinis, Prosecco, and craft beers.
Rossini’s Barber of Seville.
The Monty Python cheese shop and dead parrot sketches.
Haydn’s symphonies (all 104 of them).
An e-mail or letter from an old friend of thirty years’ standing.
Even better: an exchange on Facebook with someone once wooed that clears up a misunderstanding from forty years previously.
St. Paul’s Cathedral, seen from the Millennium Bridge.
Julia Child’s beef burgundy. And Cincinnati’s Skyline chili.
A pot of good black tea accompanied by scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam.
John Philip Sousa’s marches.
Ingmar Bergman’s film of Mozart’s Magic Flute. (If you don’t know this, get the DVD without further delay.)
The headline that fits and makes sense for the edition closing on time.
Trollope’s Barchester Towers.
The daily newspaper with morning coffee.
Eudora Welty’s “Why I Live at the P.O.”
The Schubert Octet.
The comment from a reader who understood and appreciated a post.