I’ve loved Simon and Garfunkel for as long as I can remember. And, since I was a kid all through the 1960s, I think that’s actually, literally, true. They’ve always been there. They’re part of the image I created for myself of the United States. Simon and Garfunkel, Bobby Kennedy, the 1968 Olympics in Mexico City, The Lucy Show, The Flintstones, ice cream and milk in a glass, and a hand-me-down dress I wore way past having grown out of it. The dress was made from blue and white searsucker, and it had red trim. It was American in every way possible, because it had been given to me by a family who had lived in the US for a while. Civil rights and Lucille Ball, a girl’s cotton dress. I was 7.