Just what have we traded for our bread and circuses?
My son performs magic now. He picked it up at a friend’s birthday party — a sweet, old-fashioned affair with a magician and a goodie bag that instead of cheap plastic trinkets had the materials for three tricks basic enough that even a second-grader could master them. First, he showed me a spinning stick that mysteriously stopped the second he waved his hands over the top. He also had a card trick, one where he’d put one of two cards behind his back and no matter which one I chose, he always revealed the other. He stumped me at first with both, amazingly adept (for a ...