Venturing into international relations, I read this morning that the U.S. Navy went to the rescue of a boatload of Iranian mariners in distress in the Persian Gulf—for the second time in less than a week. The Navy is there, of course, because diplomatic dialog has reached the so’s-your-old-lady stage. I can’t help it. I think it’s great that while our sailors steam back and forth waiting for World War III to erupt, they make time to rescue those in peril on the oldest shipping lanes in the world. It’s the same warm-and-fuzzy feeling I get whenever I am reminded of the unofficial Christmas truce of World War I. Of course, highers-up on both sides put a stop to that.