It’s 6:13 am, and the view out my window says it’s going to be a lovely day. One wall of the white house across the street is lit up in the sunshine, and the sky behind it is an incandescent blue. A woman just dashed past the house on her speed-walking workout, and a red car cruised quietly down the street. Now a man walks out of the white house, tosses a suitcase in the back of his truck, starts the engine, and drives off for a day of adventures, which is what I’ll be doing in about five minutes.