Fox News Is the Source of All This

Ask your parents. Or your grandparents.

The day the book came out a couple of weeks ago, we had a little private launch party for friends and family at a little wine bar here in Athens. This has become a tradition for each book, ever since we had a launch party for How Lucky in May 2021 that, for most attendees, was their first time out at a public event since Covid-19 began. (A few of my friends are still hungover from that party.) It’s a nice bi-annual way to kick off what is always (and remains, right now) an extremely hectic couple of months, an opportunity to put on a suit and have a few drinks with friends in a festive atmosphere.

My dad and I got there early to help set everything up, and once we were done, we sat down at the bar for a little pregame beverage before everybody showed up. Next to us, just a few stools over, was an older couple, a man and a woman, who had been there for a while, drinking fancy cocktails and mostly looking at their phones. It looked like they had been there for a while, but they were pleasant enough. I nodded and smiled to them as I ordered, and they nodded and smiled back.