Today, I recorded a Q&A podcast with Carly Fiorina. She was in New Hampshire, where she had just participated in Milford’s Labor Day parade. The temperature was nearly 95 degrees. Carly recorded the podcast in an air-conditioned vehicle. The sound is imperfect, but adequate.

We covered a fair amount of ground: economic growth, abortion, Iranian nukes, Donald Trump, immigration, HP, Afghanistan — and some more. If you’re looking for a compact way of getting to know Carly — This is how she thinks; this is how she talks — this podcast will serve pretty well, I think.

In my introduction, I say I’m going to call the candidate “Carly,” and I give a couple of reasons — not all, but a couple. First, I know, from having spoken to her before about this very subject, that she welcomes being called “Carly.” For some reason, people have a hard time pronouncing “Fiorina.” But everyone can say “Carly.” And as I remarked in a piece several weeks ago, Fiorina is now the most famous Carly since Simon.

Also, Carly is a natural one-name figure, like Newt, Cher, and Beyoncé.

But here are a couple of things I didn’t say: Carly is Mrs. Fiorina, and that, for some odd reason, sounds dated today. It shouldn’t. But it does. Is Thatcher the last Mrs.? How about Doubtfire? Also, I think “Ms.” is such an ugly word. I don’t like saying it. I don’t mind writing it, but I really dislike saying it.

“Miz” — as in Miz Lillian and other southern ladies — is something else, for some reason! At least it is in my book.

I’ll close here by telling you something I told Carly: On television, Bill Buckley called everybody “Mr.,” “Mrs.,” or “Miss” — even people he knew very well. I don’t believe he did “Ms.” In any case, there was one man he couldn’t mister — and that was Johnny Carson. He had to be “Johnny.” That was just the way it was.

Again, for that Carly podcast, go here.