Gretchen informed me about eight o’clock this morning that Christine O’Donnell wanted a telephone consultation, but I was booked solid most of the day. I did, however, manage to find a place for her in my schedule, at long last. O’Donnell: Hello? Hello? Is this Tom Collins? Tom: At your service, madame. O’Donnell: Oh, gee,… Continue reading Halloween Arrives Six Weeks Early
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Never Burn a Book That’s Another
Monday was Labor Day, which, since I was in town this year instead of traveling, meant an obligatory cookout at my home in Great Falls, Virginia. At popular request – those of my dear brother Rob Roy and sister Rose, I provided some more plebeian fare to complement the rather exotic sorts of things I generally like to grill. … Continue reading Never Burn a Book That’s Another
Idle Hands Continue to be Devil’s Workshop
My dear sister Rose stopped downtown for lunch on Thursday, and, as usual, she chose the restaurant, opting for the Occidental, a truly venerable Washington institution that’s been around since the turn of the last century. In 2006, it moved next to the Willard Hotel, where the Round Robin Bar is located, and regular readers… Continue reading Idle Hands Continue to be Devil’s Workshop
Facebook Privacy Doubleplusungood, Citizen
This morning, Cerise and I slept late and had a scrumptious brunch (or so she told me). But afterward, I had to head for the den and work. It wasn’t so bad, really. Brunch involved some lovely chilled strawberries and whole wheat bread, and before sitting down and pounding away at the world’s problems, I tossed… Continue reading Facebook Privacy Doubleplusungood, Citizen
Sons of Liberty Roll Over in Their Graves
There was a lull in the action at my office this morning, right around eleven. A client from the Pentagon had to cancel his appointment due to some unexpected, pressing business. I can’t say a whole lot more, except maybe that much is written, but only Allah, blessed be his Name, is omniscient. I took… Continue reading Sons of Liberty Roll Over in Their Graves