During World War II, my dad, too old for active service, felt a need to be where the action was, so he determined to visit a friend, Col. Elliot Warburton, in London during the “buzz bomb” attacks.

Last week’s solemn observance of the Sept. 11, 2001, tragedy may have inspired memories in many New Yorkers of how they felt at the moment of the attack on the towers and how they felt long after.

Hillary Clinton has been as close to the scope of the powers of the presidency and its limitations as one can get without actually holding the office. She would probably follow the protocols of the office without any drastic surprises.

Knowing personally one of the candidates in a presidential election makes the race especially exciting, which is why I was so invested in Robert Kennedy’s 1968 candidacy — and ultimate tragedy.

Contemplating an excursion into the niceties of language a la Donald Trump, I was reminded of my first meeting on the board of the Southern Center for International Studies then chaired by former Secretary of State Dean Rusk.

We had a reunion last weekend, it was a wedding anniversary and a class reunion all rolled into one under the theme, “All news is local.”

Only once has a man sought the keys to the Oval Office whose mind — like Donald Trump’s — was devoid of the basic facts of governance and instead was a hatching ground for fantasies. That man was Ronald Reagan.

On this patriotic holiday, we are all drawn together in allegiance to the Stars and Stripes, the symbol of our great nation, but in their heart of hearts, millions of white Southerners give equal honor to another ensign.

As everybody in America but Bernie Sanders knows, we now have two official candidates. Voters now must ponder what policies a President Clinton or President Trump would pursue to shape the country.

Not so long ago, it was easy to think of Bernie Sanders fondly as an old socialist dreaming the dreams of youth, and adding emphasis to Democrats’ view of inequality and a better deal for the middle class.

Years of watching government swimming against a tide of cold molasses — not crossing the victory line at home or abroad — have raised levels of frustration to the point that average voters may be willing to take a chance on electing a demagogue as president of the United States.

Despite a win in Indiana, that charming, old revolutionary Bernie Sanders has begun a series of farewell performances that will climax with a deserved floor demonstration at the Philadelphia convention.

After a friendly acquaintance told me with excitement in her voice, “I’m for Trump,” I recalled an insightful conversation with a Harvard professor of constitutional history.

My blood stirs in national political seasons. I like politics as a spectator sport, “Who’s ahead and who’s gaining?” As a newsman and writer, it gives me a map of the nation’s many changing moods.

Barring a political earthquake, the candidates of the two parties for president of the United States have now been chosen. It is Hillary Clinton for the Democrats and Donald Trump for the Republicans.