Of Wetbacks, Moose Eaters, and Congressman Don Young

Bright and early this Friday morning, I received a call from United States Congressman Don Young – don’t fret if you have never heard of him, because before he distinguished himself during a candid interview on radio station KRBD this week, Don was the sole member of the House of Representatives for the state of… Continue reading Of Wetbacks, Moose Eaters, and Congressman Don Young

Cyprus Peers into the Abyss of Default and Winks

Friday night at the Round Robin Bar, I spied Hambis Gaurospore Gamotinmanasu, First Attaché for Economic Policy at the Cypriot Embassy here in Washington DC.  There’s this Mediterranean brandy, Metaxa, which is considered a bit déclassé, for the most part.  The Round Robin stocks the top-of-the-line item, Metaxa Grande Fine – in the back, of course… Continue reading Cyprus Peers into the Abyss of Default and Winks

Tom Discovers what Hamid Karzai’s been Smoking

Late Friday afternoon, as I was crunching some numbers for the Federal Reserve, Gretchen politely interrupted me.  “Mr. Collins,” she announced, her blonde head poked discreetly into my office between the heavy oak doors separating me from the reception area, “Khus Dihugami Dadamizo, Special International Policy Emissary of His Excellency President Hamid Karzai for the… Continue reading Tom Discovers what Hamid Karzai’s been Smoking

Echoes of Rand Paul’s Filibuster Continue to Resound

Gretchen demands at least one Saturday a month off from work, and to be honest, I’m sort of glad she does.  For me, this particular Saturday afternoon, as it turned out, was just myself at my home in Great Falls, Virginia, with nobody there for company but my cat, Twinkle.  My girlfriend, Cerise, had decided… Continue reading Echoes of Rand Paul’s Filibuster Continue to Resound

Will the Man Rule Motown when Detroit Goes Bankrupt?

Late yesterday afternoon, I had an appointment with LaShawn Shakeel Tervarious Jefferson, of the Detroit, Michigan Finance Department.  He distinguished himself by arriving fifteen minutes late and then spending an additional ten hitting on Gretchen before her insistent IMs caused me to exit my office and pry him away from the reception desk. “Mighty fine young… Continue reading Will the Man Rule Motown when Detroit Goes Bankrupt?