My threshold for books about the Trump era has risen in the last year, perhaps because I’m taking anti-depressants. My threshold for books about the Bush era and 9/11 remains low (nineteen years ago tomorrow). The effects of it are still felt today and call back to that awful day and the awfulness my country put itself through in the ensuing years. That could’ve been why I didn’t really glom to Bob Graham’s book, although I find its existence fascinating. A sitting Senator wrote about […]