Earlier this week, I was talking with a battle-hardened senior TV producer in her fifties who I don‘t think of as a romantic.
“I have to cancel a meeting Thursday night,” she told me. “I have to be up by 4:30 on Friday.”
“Are you catching an early flight?” I asked. “No.” she said. “I have to watch the royal wedding.”
Thanks to the time difference, monarchical devotees who want to watch Prince William and Kate Middleton exchange vows live will have to rise before dawn.
I was impressed by that, and remember thirty years ago, when a similar wave of pan-royal excitement swept our nation when Charles and Diana were married. And then suddenly I realized that we’ve been sitting on a solution to a lot of our problems, both in this state and the nation. We need a royal family, and we’ve got the perfect candidate right here in Michigan.
I’m being perfectly serious.