Fuhrberger versus Moore – Nolo Contendere

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

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

Friday the 13th – Power of the Internet

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

Kill One for the Gipper

Some clients want results, some clients want miracles.  The International Football Advisory Council is definitely in the latter category.  This afternoon, I contended with three inches of newly fallen snow to reach the IFAC offices on K Street.  That’s enough snow to paralyze Washington DC, because Washington is a city where about sixty percent of… Continue reading Kill One for the Gipper