The once-a-week-only submission from Dale Reynolds, correspondent in London.

      Dear readers and listeners: this is not a typical submission. It is not about politics per se. As it is about "ordinary" people, though, it is about the best of politics anywhere.

 Recently I talked with my Welsh professor of physics friend, Terry. He's a brilliant, engaging man, about 50, as sociable as he is intellectual and -- out there in his own zone of physics reality despite being able to converse convivially, at the same time, with anyone, about anything.
     Perhaps he is the perfect "sort" or person to have inspired the reaction he did from quite another personality "sort."
     Terry told me how he'd been walking the high (main) street here in our area of north London, a "very Jewish area" as it happens. He came to a very old Jewish lady who was attempting to cross the two-way highway 50 yards away from the official pedestrian crossing, which requires busy traffic to stop to allow pedestrians to cross. Terry came up to the old lady and suggested she'd be safer to cross at the crossing.
     "Oh, yes," she said. "If I get a bang here, my children won't get the insurance money."
     I can see Terry laughing. He has a wonderful sense of humor. Anyway, he helped the old lady cross the street at the official crossing, as if the proverbial boy scout doing his good deed. Once across the street, the old Jewish lady said, "You are a good Jewish boy!"
     Terry said, "Oh, no, Madam, I am Catholic."
     "Well then," said the old lady, "You are a good Catholic boy. And how are your grandparents?"
     Terry was taken aback a little. "Well," he explained, "I am sorry to say that all my grandparents are dead."
     "So, you don't have a grandmother," the old woman said, a certain twinkle in her eye.
     "No," Terry shook his head.
     "Would you like one?"

Sometimes the world is only as big as two people talking.

Have a great day ...

Dale Reynolds in London