Whenever a client insists on an absurdly early time for a meeting, I remember Rene Descarte, who never got out of bed before noon. Who knows, maybe the human race would have been better off if he had been up at five-thirty every morning, diligently working on the management of his French country estate, counting… Continue reading The Treasure Trove of Ancient Egyptian Royalties
Author: tomcollins
Buddy, Can You Spare a Trillion Dimes?
Cerise got two free tickets to last night’s performance of Christmas Carol 1941 at Arena Stage, so I agreed to meet her at Hogate’s for dinner before the theater. Now, Hogate’s is hardly the best seafood restaurant in Washington, but it’s not bad, it’s definitely an historic landmark, and besides, Hogate’s location, on Water Street,… Continue reading Buddy, Can You Spare a Trillion Dimes?
Strange Bedfellows
Veronica’s arrival in early November was less eventful than I had expected, which was a considerable relief, to say the least. I had cleared everything with Cerise beforehand, and, when Veronica called me from Dulles Airport, announcing that she had arrived, I made a point of telling her to take a taxi to my place. … Continue reading Strange Bedfellows
Red State Master Debate
I had just finished with my last client appointment, and was preparing to leave work early today, when my private secretary let me know that I had a telephone call. It was Paisley, my nephew Jason’s latest girlfriend. Paisley: Mr. Collins? Tom: Hi, Paisley, what can I do for you? Jason: You can help us… Continue reading Red State Master Debate
There Are Ways to Make Anyone Talk
It snowed – all of two inches – on Wednesday, which, true to form, totally paralyzed the city of Washington, D.C. As I drove downtown from my home in Great Falls, Virginia, I could not help but be reminded of something the famous Soviet KGB defector, Taris Yankivich Balsov, once told me, when I was… Continue reading There Are Ways to Make Anyone Talk