“The Office of Seasons”  There is a house in Washington, D.C. that does not belong to one person, but to time itself.  Inside, the chair behind the desk has been filled by many—each bringing a different season.  In earlier decades, leaders like Franklin D. Roosevelt spoke to the nation as if it were a family gathered around a radio—frequently calm, frequently reassuring. His behavior was steady, almost rhythmic: speak, guide, stabilize. Crisis demanded consistency.