The split screen of the debate was priceless: Trump spewing nonsense, a perpetual scowl on his face, and Harris gazing at him in wonder and amusement as he set a match to his candidacy.
“[In my youth] churches were all packed. It was all you could do on a Sunday. The minister had a captive audience. You couldn’t buy a car, or buy liquor. All the stores were closed. All you could do was go to church and then visit with relatives.”
