My dear sister Rose and I got together for lunch downtown today. She selected Tosca, on F Street, and ordered the Tuscan lamb. I had the thymed rabbit ragu. “Tom,” she gratefully told me between bites, “you have no idea how good something like this can taste after you’ve lived off nothing but ground chuck,… Continue reading Bond Fire of the Securities
Month: March 2008
Chelsea Girl Gaffe
When I arrived at the office this morning, I barely had time to take the plastic lid off my Juan Valdez mocha cappuccino before my private secretary let me know that Chelsea Clinton was on Line One: Tom: Good morning, this is Tom Collins. Chelsea: Hi, Tom, this is Chelsea Clinton. Tom: So I was… Continue reading Chelsea Girl Gaffe
Cosmic Scheduling Conflict
I’ve never been too keen on golf, so when Cerise mentioned back in December that she was taking it up, the prospect filled me with a no uncertain amount of trepidation. Would I, also, have to develop an interest in, and pay huge amounts of money for the privilege of chasing a little white ball… Continue reading Cosmic Scheduling Conflict
Delegation of Super-iority
The Normandie Farm Restaurant in Montgomery County, Maryland has been serving its signature popovers – a confection that’s a cross between a French pastry and a soufflé, since the early nineteen-thirties. As such, it qualifies as a Washington area landmark. That’s because, before 1941, there really wasn’t all that much to the Washington DC area,… Continue reading Delegation of Super-iority
Client Number 69
After a session of particularly grueling Monday morning meetings with unusually ignorant, extraordinarily obtuse and gratuitously argumentative federal bureaucrats of the United States Environmental Protection Agency down at 12th Street and Pennsylvania Avenue Northwest, I was ready to go home early and feel sorry for myself in the company of a nice, stiff mixture of Bombay Sapphire… Continue reading Client Number 69