Jason’s cooking lesson was on Sunday this weekend. That’s because on Saturday, he had led an expedition of curious, adorable little children on an outing. The kids belonged to Jason’s Aunt Rose and her husband’s brother – in exchange for two hundred bucks (plus expenses), Jason and his girlfriend Paisley had agreed to baby sit the… Continue reading Lipstick on a Troglodyte
Author: tomcollins
There’s Such a Thing as Doing Your Job Too Well
Around Washington, anyway, black helicopters almost always fly around in pairs. Rarely, I have seen one, and even less commonly, three of them at once. Therefore, I must confess, when strolling down K Street early this afternoon, I was astounded to see more than dozen of them, flying west-south-west, no more than five hundred feet above the… Continue reading There’s Such a Thing as Doing Your Job Too Well
The Elephant in the Bed Room (or Maybe the Back Seat)
Around eleven-thirty this morning, Gretchen walked into my office to deliver some news. “Mr. Collins, there’s this guy, he calls himself “Wrangler Jones” – he sounds young, probably not very sophisticated, most likely an ignorant, nose-picking, mouth-breathing redneck jack-off, actually, and he’s been calling, asking to talk to you, since, like, seven this morning, and… Continue reading The Elephant in the Bed Room (or Maybe the Back Seat)
My, My, Ms. Sourdough Pie
My dear sister Rose and her husband Hank are like a lot of other middle-class folks these days, running as fast as they can so they can stay in the same place, shoveling sand against the tide, and treading water like Olympians just to keep from going under. Regular readers of this Web log know what… Continue reading My, My, Ms. Sourdough Pie
Bidengirl!
Friday night, it was zydeco and cajun at Glen Echo, then salsa in Adams Morgan until the clubs closed. Saturday night it was Yong Hi Moon and Dai Uk Lee at Ionarts. So Sunday, Cerise and I just hung around the house – my house, of course, which can be just as entertaining as any… Continue reading Bidengirl!