ME: Wow, it's been a while. Look at you. What in the heck happened?
SHE: Don't start on me. I have had a rough day and my life has been pretty depressing lately.
ME: By lately you mean five years. I tried to warn you but you called me old and out of touch.
SHE: You just don't understand the way he made me feel.
ME: Oh, I do understand the euphoria a smooth-talking man can give a crowd — of being cool and hip — of belonging to a group of insiders — of changing the world.
SHE: How would you know?
ME: Every generation has a charismatic leader who led them to a Promised Land, but it usually ends in misery.
SHE: He's working on it.
ME: Meanwhile you had to move back with your parents. Your hours were cut. He's living off you.
SHE: Things are tight. He's not responsible for the recession. There's only so much he can do. Can we change subjects?
ME: How's his golf game?
SHE: Shut up. Your guy got us in this mess.
ME: You lost your health insurance. He said you could keep your health insurance. He said you could keep your doctor, but yours retired at age 50 and all the gynecologists in town are booked solid for another year.
SHE: You make it sound so simple. He's not responsible for this. It's the insurance company's fault and the doctors. Eventually we'll get health insurance for 30 million people.
ME: Most of them either do not want it or qualified for Medicaid but never signed up. Less than 1 percent of the 45 million uninsured have signed up.