Nixon’s Ghost Stalks the West Wing – Trump Thinks It’s the Concierge

Another working Saturday for Gretchen and me – booked solid from six in the morning until well into the evening. And on top of that, there was someone who had been calling to ask for an initial consultation since early Thursday morning whom Gretchen simply had not been able to squeeze in. We discussed it… Continue reading Nixon’s Ghost Stalks the West Wing – Trump Thinks It’s the Concierge

Trump Seeks Someone Who Will Eat a Spicer Sandwich

“There’s a guy named John Birch, like the tree, he says,” Gretchen told me early on Friday. “He’s asking for one of your free initial consultations – on the phone. He’s called twice this week already, trying to get an appointment earlier than the first week in March.” “John Birch, huh?” I responded. “Sounds like… Continue reading Trump Seeks Someone Who Will Eat a Spicer Sandwich

Mr. Alternative Reality Goes to Washington

Tuesday evening, I was relaxing at home, alone with my cat Twinkle, reading Harpers, The Atlantic, Scientific American and The Economist when the phone rang. Caller ID showed that it was the cell number of my brother-in-law Hank, from whom, at that point, I had not heard anything in quite some time. Tom: Hank? Hank:… Continue reading Mr. Alternative Reality Goes to Washington

US Spies Failing to Decipher Donald Trump

I can’t discuss what Vernum and I worked on during his consultation Friday at 3:30, since he’s with the CIA and the subject matter was classified. On the other hand, after I completed my final appointment that evening, I headed down to the Willard Hotel, and there, in Round Robin Bar, I saw Vernum slouched,… Continue reading US Spies Failing to Decipher Donald Trump

In Their Hearts, They Would Know He’s Right (If Only They Knew Who He Is)

Another six day week had left me feeling entitled to a quiet Sunday, and it certainly started off that way yesterday morning. In the early afternoon, however, as my cat Twinkle and I lounged on the couch in the living room, my land line rang. Caller ID couldn’t tell me who it was, so I… Continue reading In Their Hearts, They Would Know He’s Right (If Only They Knew Who He Is)