Hot Seat Chaps Scavino’s Kiester

As the end of of this month draws near, so approaches what I like to call the beginning of SuperNewHallowGivingMas, that extended period between the thirty-first of October and Super Bowl Sunday, where a plethora of festive occasions and holidays jostle one another, jammed into the calendar cheek by jowl, like shoppers at a Macy’s… Continue reading Hot Seat Chaps Scavino’s Kiester

When Democrats Form a Firing Squad, They Stand in a Circle

Comfortably cool and sunny, not a cloud in the sky, it was a perfect September Sunday afternoon to relax on the backyard deck with a book and a glass of wine. And I was headed there when my sister-in-law, Katje, decided to text me with an urgent request for a Zoom meeting. So, reluctantly, I… Continue reading When Democrats Form a Firing Squad, They Stand in a Circle

Operation Chaotic Bugout

At 3:37 AM Saturday, Cerise and I were asleep in the master bedroom of my home in Great Falls, Virginia when my land line rang. She naturally suggested that I let it roll over to voice mail, but Caller ID showed a satellite phone with a number I did not recognize. Based on my previous… Continue reading Operation Chaotic Bugout

Ars Gratia Artis – at Half a Million Dollars a Pop

Looks like my misgivings about the Delta variant were, unfortunately, well-founded, and over the last three weeks, my continued preference for working from my home office in Great Falls, Virginia has proved as prudent as I originally suspected it would be. Although actually, since I own my office suite in downtown Washington DC, I have… Continue reading Ars Gratia Artis – at Half a Million Dollars a Pop

Tom Scrapes the Bottom of the Barrel – For Free, No Less

As June 2021 here in the Nation’s Capital, along with the cacophony of the cicadas, fades into history, and the Fourth of July impends, with its promise of hot barbecue, cold brewskis and bright fireworks thundering in the sky for a half hour or so, Joe Biden still struggles to get the rational but reluctant… Continue reading Tom Scrapes the Bottom of the Barrel – For Free, No Less