In the wake of a U.S. presidential election that will send Donald J. Trump, besmircher of the New York skyline and riverfront, to Washington D.C., I hope I can be forgiven for waxing nostalgic over a different “flat top” with “joo joo eyeballs”—one who, unlike the current orangey combed-over bogey, imagined himself in a funky self-parody “grooving up slowly.” In a 1972 New York performance of the song recorded a day after the first moonwalk in July 1969, John Lennon flirted with his audience and quite possibly his wife: “Come Together, Right Now/ Over Me, Over You, Over There” as he turned and the camera cut to Yoko Ono on keyboard. How about Over Us?