Patriots and Phone Taps and PRISM, Oh My!

At a two fifty-five on Friday afternoon, as I concluded a lengthy consultation with a Slovenian economist on ways to avoid his country becoming the next Cyprus, Gretchen rang my extension. “Mr. Collins,” she primly stated, “your brother-in-law Hank and his sister-in-law, Shannon, have arrived and wish to meet with you at your earliest opportunity.”… Continue reading Patriots and Phone Taps and PRISM, Oh My!

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

FBI Not Necessarily a Nest of Sexting Villains

Today was another working Saturday, with appointments starting at nine and running until seven.  That was enough for me, to be sure, and more than enough for Gretchen, who asked if she could leave at five in order to get an early start on her evening plans, consisting of a dinner date in Georgetown followed by… Continue reading FBI Not Necessarily a Nest of Sexting Villains

Obama Shoots the Skeet at Camp David

At thirteen minutes past ten this morning, Gretchen and I were laboring through another working Saturday with a full schedule of clients, when I received an urgent call from Kathryn Cordite, a staffer for United States Representative Marsha Blackburn (R – Tennessee). “She’s pretty near hysterical,” Gretchen told me as she peeked through the heavy… Continue reading Obama Shoots the Skeet at Camp David

Conspiracy Nuts Go Bananas Over Newtown

Having stayed out rather late Saturday night, Cerise and I slept in this morning.  She made us breakfast, which included Segafredo cappuccinos made with organic grass fed whole milk, duck eggs Benedict and Dom Pérignon mimosas with the juice of fresh blood oranges – in other words, a typical Sunday breakfast in bed as served… Continue reading Conspiracy Nuts Go Bananas Over Newtown