May I interrupt these political notes for a subject near and dear to our hearts — how people talk? Last night, at the convention center, a cashier said to me, “Okay, super” — in a completely, refreshingly unironic way. It reminded me: “Geez, I’ve lived in New York for a long time. This is how they talk in ‘flyover country’” (from which I myself hail). “And it is wonderful.”

Also, I heard, in place of “escalator,” “eskewlator.” Regionalisms: You just gotta love ’em.