“It dropped.” That was the text on my phone when I was in the office talking World Series, impeachment, or one of the other long-forgotten cultural touchstones.
A half-second later, the vocals of Kanye West’s Sunday Service Choir exploded through the speakers. My eyes were wide, and so was my smile. But the rest of the little audience — graduate students studying the finer points of statecraft — just shrugged.
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