Anything that happened yesterday is still news, while last month's headlines get sifted into the heap of modern-day discards. If you want to reflect on the America of the 1940s -- or even the 1980s -- then you're obviously an archeologist on a mission.
Unless you're summarizing the most recent yak-fest -- the so-called presidential debates. You remember: The ones marketed by hucksters like cage matches from two new species only just now discovered in wildest Borneo.
You know: The Distracted Professor versus the Gish Galloper Extraordinaire!
One way to reframe the lingering, post-event aftertaste: You were watching a hot-air duel that could really have been broadcast skips on the chilled atmosphere from just after World War Two, colliding with torrid blasts from the Reagan era, when the hot air really got superheated and shoved around.
Each candidate espoused the spirit, if not the exact talking points, that would have been more common 30 and 60-plus years ago.
On the one hand, there was discussion from a point of view that insisted that We're All in This Together. The opposing view came directly from one of this century's leading poster boys for Greed is Good.