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
Insert Foot in Mouth, then Click on Send
Yesterday, a fellow barged into my office. I have a standing order with my private secretary, that, should anyone simply burst into her office, ignore her presence, and make for my door, she should go ahead and let them; and, if circumstances allow, press the red button on the underside of her desk as soon… Continue reading Insert Foot in Mouth, then Click on Send
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
¿Usted Desea Tener Avisos Federales del Registro Con Esa Regulación?
Around 11:00 a.m. yesterday, the news reached me that Slava had gone to that great Provo d’orchestra in the sky. So, instead of taking lunch at one of the local restaurants, I sent out for sushi and listened to some of his recordings in my office. Mstislav Leopoldovich Rostropovich was director of the National Symphony… Continue reading ¿Usted Desea Tener Avisos Federales del Registro Con Esa Regulación?
Losing Their Marbles
This morning, a representative of the Greek Embassy in Washington paid me a visit. A Mr. Unpos Aspasuos, Special Attache for Culture, camped out in my private secretary’s office starting at 7:00 a.m. (that’s when she usually arrives). Around 9:30, my schedule had a hole in it, so into my office Mr. Aspasuos came. He… Continue reading Losing Their Marbles