The season approaches when our national discussion will once again turn to the relative sainthood of our would-be federal leaders. And shadowed close by, in my own community in the fair city of Los Angeles, we will be able to choose a new mayor. This political season appears at both levels with time-honored tradition, festivities and picnics everywhere, yet I react to its approach with growing fatigue and irritation.
Why? Am I running for office, so that I have to sweat every little quirk in a typically quirky conversation? No, I