No grim automatons wait on you in this city. Long before Katrina, New Orleanians loved to talk, to "visit", and, whether it was a brief quip or a long disquisition on the trouble with the city, they all indulged their proclivity.
I was listening to Condi Rice's testimony before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee Thursday (Hearings! Blessed hearings!), when I heard her say, in reply to a question about what happens if this new plan doesn't work, that she didn't do Plan Bs, the administration preferred to concentrate on making Plan A work. What stunned me was not that she, a college grad and all, would say such a bizarre thing. It was that the Senator grilling her, obviously unaccustomed to asking followup questions not fashioned by his staff, didn't pursue her with a protocol-correct version of "Madame Secretary, are you shittin' me?"