Bond Fire of the Securities

My dear sister Rose and I got together for lunch downtown today.  She selected Tosca, on F Street, and ordered the Tuscan lamb.  I had the thymed rabbit ragu. “Tom,” she gratefully told me between bites, “you have no idea how good something like this can taste after you’ve lived off nothing but ground chuck,… Continue reading Bond Fire of the Securities

Will There Be Blood?

I didn’t really want to accept Roscoe’s invitation for Cerise and me to party with him at Dick Cheney’s Undisclosed Location the night of Valentine’s Day.  When I told Cerise, though, she seemed to be convinced that visiting a place that calls itself “the most exclusive Washington nightclub that’s not in Washington” would be fun.… Continue reading Will There Be Blood?

Yet Another Halfwitted Options Orgy!

I had just returned to my office from lunch Friday and was looking forward to getting some work done during a prolonged period of undisturbed time when Veronica plunked down in front of my private secretary and demanded to see me.  I said send her in, of course.  What else could I do? “Whatever it… Continue reading Yet Another Halfwitted Options Orgy!

Vive La Whizzers Grenouille

Cerise and I slept in on Sunday, arising around nine for a breakfast of cage-free eggs Benedict, broiled organic giant pummelo with Barbados turbinado, home made miniature almond croissants, cappuccino and Taittinger mimosas with blood orange juice I squeezed with my own, bare hands.  After that, we went back to bed.  When we finally made… Continue reading Vive La Whizzers Grenouille