Perhaps it will work, this hand of friendship that Trump keeps extending to North Korea. How, after all, do you prove to the paranoid leader of a paranoid nation that you mean them no harm beyond eying a bit of Pacific coastline for some golf courses and luxury hotels?

But there I go, letting my cynicism get ahead of my best intentions. But isn’t that the problem we all face when writing about Trump? How can we talk about the good he might occasionally, randomly, and surprisingly do, without being distracted by all the noise? 

And let’s be perfectly honest.