I heard my cute black mailman talking in an excited voice outside my house Friday, so I decided I should go ask him how he was feeling about everything, the absolute amazement of the first black president. If you don’t count what Toni Morrison said about Bill Clinton, that is. But should we count it? Was Barack Obama the first or the second black president, or alternatively, the first half-white, half-black president? I eagerly swung my front door open and joined the mailman’s conversation. “Are you talking about the election?” I said brightly. “How do you feel?” He shot me a look of bemused disdain as he walked away. I suddenly realized, with embarrassment, that he was on his Bluetooth, deep in a personal conversation that had nothing to do with Barack Obama.