Bombs Bursting Over There

Cerise and I romped until dawn, so it wasn’t all that pleasant to be awakened at 8:38 this morning by a telephone call, but Caller ID said it was from my sister Rose, therefore filial duty required that I pick up instead of letting it roll over into voice mail. Rose: Tom, Hank’s scared to… Continue reading Bombs Bursting Over There

Millions of Wise Guys Left Feeling Like They Can Only Sing Soprano

Katje, my dear sister-in-law, contacted me last night about 12:45.  The poor thing was so distraught, I could even forgive her for being such a silly new-age airhead – which, as regular readers of this Web log know, recently resulted in a visit by my dear brother Rob Roy, who, TC fans will be glad to… Continue reading Millions of Wise Guys Left Feeling Like They Can Only Sing Soprano

Fuhrberger versus Moore – Nolo Contendere

It was pretty late on Friday afternoon – I was in the office by myself, getting ready to call it a week, when the phone rang.  It was Fuhrberger, over at Treasury.  He’s the type, who populate Washington like mosquitos on the summer Taiga, that usually goes home around 4 o’clock, so I figured something… Continue reading Fuhrberger versus Moore – Nolo Contendere

Waltzing the Journal

Wednesday evening, I worked late downtown, and after a particularly stressful meeting with some gentlemen from Africa, I decided to stop by the Library Bar at the Melrose Hotel to unwind.  Nobody can say that the Melrose is anything less than first-rate, but I was nevertheless astonished to find Bancroft sitting at the bar, downing… Continue reading Waltzing the Journal