“A routine mixup,” says J. Hobbes Affleck, Chief of Photo Intelligence for the AP. “Why he got identified as President Bush and not as, say, Grover Norquist, is anyone’s guess.”

Many images & a few videos are out there from his boyish twenty-something male cheerleader days, his partying thirties, and futile half assed attempts at playing businessman forties. He’s always looked exactly the same, either cocky or deer-in-the-headlights expression (when trying to be serious). This is probably because he doesn’t learn or mature.

By visiting Ocean Parkway, you are now in a position fully to appreciate Allan Sherman’s “Shake Hands with Your Uncle Max, My Boy,” which is set on that thoroughfare. But did you see Manhattan Beach, where all the swells once hung out?

Mr. Kennan’s obit filled me with sorrow and pity: here was a man with ideas that were too much trouble to grasp, so let’s dumb ‘em down for working purposes. A harbinger of the Sound Bite Age.