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
Tomfoolery Answers the Mail
Saturday night, Cerise talked me into dinner at Fogo de Chao downtown. She’s my Significant Other, which is to say, my current girlfriend, and I have a policy of always doing what my SO wants, provided it’s within reason. Fogo de Chao is a pretty good deal if you like roasted meat and you’re really… Continue reading Tomfoolery Answers the Mail
Subprimal Scream
The sweet winds of the South have kissed the palisades of the Potomac about three weeks early this year – thanks, no doubt, to global warming. So it’s a serendipitous jump start for Real Estate Raping Season, that local annual Rite of Spring which dawns with the first crocus blossoms pushing through the melting snow… Continue reading Subprimal Scream
Copy Cats
Portermain is a division director for career policy at the Office of Personnel Management. The federal government bends over backward in its efforts to be fair, consistent and politically correct while coddling the lazy, overpaid, untalented, ignorant and generally stupid people who work for it. Making sure that happens is Portermain’s job. Not that he… Continue reading Copy Cats
Dulce Bellum Inexpertis
Back in the day, when I was growing up in Little Italy, you had to be street wise, even if your family wasn’t Mafia. Now, back in the day, “street wise” in Little Italy, whether it was the one in Manhattan, where I come from, or Boston, Chicago or anywhere else that has a Little… Continue reading Dulce Bellum Inexpertis