The thing happened at night, which is how these things often happen. A pair of Apache helicopters was flying over the Strait of Hormuz, that narrow and consequential stretch of water where a third of the world’s oil moves and where patience has been running thin for a hundred days. One of them went into
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For two months the cease-fire held, in the way these things hold in that part of the world — which is to say uneasily, with everyone watching the door. Then over the
In Los Angeles this week, on the floor of a vast 144,000-square-foot ballot processing center, the work stations sat largely empty. Outside, the days passed. Inside, the ballots waited. This is California
There is a ritual to California’s elections now, and the ritual is patience. The polls close, the night ends, and the counting goes on — for days, sometimes weeks, in a state
There is a particular kind of political theater that only California can stage, and on Tuesday, it raised the curtain again. Out of a field of sixty-one — sixty-one! — the voters
