Late this afternoon, I made my daily coffee run a block and a half away. Standing outside the coffee shop were three members of the NYPD’s elite anti-terror squad, wearing masks and holding submachine guns. A bomb-sniffing dog was at their feet. Nobody stopped to ask what was going on, because those boys didn’t look like they were in the mood to talk. This is the new normal, I suppose. In New York and Washington, at least, we are all Israelis now.