(Francis X. Maier. The Catholic Thing)
This was a memorable August in our family for two reasons. Here’s the first: We witnessed something miraculous. Or at least preternatural. One of our nation’s two major political parties had its quadrennial convention. And its nominee for president was transformed, overnight, from an aggressive, cackling clown-harpy to an inspiring national leader – a kind of reverse lycanthropy where the Wolfman turns into a female version of the likable Lon Chaney Jr. (In the just-released, “based on a true story” media adaptation of the event and its aftermath, Donald Trump plays Dracula.)