I’m a sucker for a Starbucks caramel macchiato. I usually restrain myself to a large, but yesterday, I went for the venti. Guess what – Kyle Sampson loves them, too. Kyle, as you may have heard, is the former chief of staff to US Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, and also, yet another member of the My… Continue reading Sealed with a Click
There are plenty of places near DC to hold secret conferences about prostitution scandals. But on Friday, I found myself driving all the way up US Route 95. On the outskirts of Baltimore are a number of nondescript, inconsequential and mostly unknown municipalities. One of these is named Glen Burnie, Maryland. It’s truly a place… Continue reading Dial M for Madam
Shortly after three o’clock this afternoon, I was working at my desk. The telephone rang. I answered it. Scooter: Tom, this is Scooter Libby. Tom: The Scooter Libby who was convicted in federal court today? Scooter: What other Scooter Libbys do you know, Tom Collins? Tom: I don’t remember. Scooter: Come on, Tom, I was… Continue reading Will Libby, Libby, Libby Get The Slammer, Slammer, Slammer?
My dear sister Rose Lotus dropped by last night, her eyes red from crying. It’s some kind of pattern – the men screw up and their wives contact me for help – I guess it’s my basic animal magnetism that makes them identify me with salvation; although I am aware that sounds a bit kinky… Continue reading There’s an Investor Born Every Minute
After spending three days going over a stack of redacted photocopies concerning some kind of aircraft, I finally met with a couple of shady fellows who ostensibly represented some organization somewhere that wanted my advice about avionics. It surely wasn’t Deltana Associates, Inc. – no, DAI had “front company” written all over it. We met… Continue reading Go Fly With Them