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?
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
I’m not really a pet person. Growing up in a penthouse in New York, in Little Italy, it’s not like a family dog would have been practical. And what’s more, my parents despised anyone who kept a dog in New York City – it struck them as impractical, cruel to the dog and, of course,… Continue reading The Twinkle Defense
Tires screeched in my driveway. Someone pounded at my front door. WTF, I thought, slipping the custom 9 mm magnum auto cabriolet pistol stuffed with an oversize clip of depleted uranium bullets I keep in my bedroom into the silk-lined holster sewed into the tight, wide band of the full cammo Canadian commando jumpsuit that… Continue reading Friday the 13th – Power of the Internet
I left an outgoing announcement on the voice mail stating that my office was closed for Good Friday, and I’m pleased to report that even in Washington DC, nobody was sufficiently boorish to leave a message demanding a meeting. But there are limits to discretion and good taste here, and quite narrow ones at that. … Continue reading 2 Hot 2B 4Got