I’ve always thought of the period between the Fourth of July and Labor Day as “high summer” — when it’s bright and hot and time to consume all of the great summer foods. Like corn on the cob, and root beer floats . . . and coneys. So today, on our way to the library, Kish and I stopped off at Village Coney, on Whittier, for lunch. I ordered two coneys with cheese, fries, and a Diet Pepsi and got a cookie as a bonus.
Although I ordered two coneys, I consumed three of them when Kish decided one was enough for her. I initially declined the extra coney, but with the lingering taste of the cheese and chili sauce of the first two coneys, which were excellent, the lure of the third coney proved to be irresistible. The fries were really good, too.
The reporting on this brief incident make it seem as though these two leaders were behaving very consciously during every instant of the handshake encounter. Perhaps that is so at the international leader level, but for most people a handshake is a pretty unconscious event. You meet someone, you reflexively stick out your hand — a tradition that apparently stems from ancient times, where the open hand indicated you weren’t holding a weapon — and give the other person’s paw a basic shake. It’s only a noteworthy incident if the other person’s hand is weirdly damp, or their handshake is incredibly limp, or they try the bone-crusher approach. Absent something like that, the handshake moment passes by in a flash without a thought and you get into the substance.
In our modern media, though, substance just isn’t as interesting as trying to read “body language” and speculating about what each twitch and eye movement meant and being distracted about meaningless minutiae. Next thing you know, the media will be asking Putin what he thought about President Trump’s hand size.
Let’s hope Trump and Putin actually focused on something more meaningful.