Gretchen informed me about eight o’clock this morning that Christine O’Donnell wanted a telephone consultation, but I was booked solid most of the day. I did, however, manage to find a place for her in my schedule, at long last. O’Donnell: Hello? Hello? Is this Tom Collins? Tom: At your service, madame. O’Donnell: Oh, gee,… Continue reading Halloween Arrives Six Weeks Early
Crime and Punishment, Raskolnikov!
My one o’clock consultation appointment today was Ivan Hukutchakokov, from the Russian Embassy. He flopped down, obviously miserable, on the couch by the window. Clients who do that are almost always caught up in a highly intractable situation. “Is highly intractable situation,” he confirmed as he sat up half way to open his laptop and… Continue reading Crime and Punishment, Raskolnikov!
Never Burn a Book That’s Another
Monday was Labor Day, which, since I was in town this year instead of traveling, meant an obligatory cookout at my home in Great Falls, Virginia. At popular request – those of my dear brother Rob Roy and sister Rose, I provided some more plebeian fare to complement the rather exotic sorts of things I generally like to grill. … Continue reading Never Burn a Book That’s Another
Netanyahu and Abbas Booked for 15 Rounds; Obama to Referee
Around ten o’clock this morning, I heard an intense flurry of highly-accented yelling coming from the reception area outside my office. Somebody was screaming obscenities at Gretchen, my blonde, blue-eyed twentysomething Pennsylvania Dutch private secretary. Line One rang. “Mr. Collins,” Gretchen calmly informed me, “there’s a Mr. Makat Zayin from the Israeli Embassy here to see… Continue reading Netanyahu and Abbas Booked for 15 Rounds; Obama to Referee
Bedbugs, Bedbugs – Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?
My three o’clock consultation today was O’Meanahan, a top-echelon conservative Republican strategist. To say that he was beaming would be totally insufficient. To opine that he appeared self-satisfied would be a gross understatement. To aver that he appeared triumphant would be a pitiful misrepresentation. No, O’Meanahan looked like the cat that ate the canary, the… Continue reading Bedbugs, Bedbugs – Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come for You?