Well, just as I did on the nineteenth of last November, I heard my eleven o’clock consultation Thursday morning well before I saw her – in the reception area, once again unloading a boatload of grief on poor Gretchen. “Who the hell is that?” My current appointment, a gentleman from Norway, with whom I had spent… Continue reading Hillary Clinton’s Dead End Secretarial Job
Denial Ain’t Just a River in Egypt
Thursday, as everyone on the planet (everyone, that is, who isn’t living off the grid in a yurt, cave, grass shack, mud hut or hand-built log cabin without their own source of electricity, a satellite dish or telephone line and/or just running around buck naked in a rain forest with a bone through their nose,… Continue reading Denial Ain’t Just a River in Egypt
1,000 Pound Gorillas R Us
Most Sundays, either Cerise sleeps over at my house in Great Falls, Virginia, or we spend Saturday night at her place and go out for brunch somewhere swanky in the morning. But this week, she’s away on vacation, traveling with friends to Chincoteague Island for the annual pony roundup festival. Chincoteague is, of course, the… Continue reading 1,000 Pound Gorillas R Us
So THAT’S Why We All Can’t Just Get Along!
Rahm Emanuel sent James River Rice, one of his top flunkies, over to see me today. Mr. Rice nervously proffered a thumb drive as he sat down next to me at my desk and gestured anxiously at the computer monitor. “Go ahead,” he prompted, “put this in and listen to the sound file.” “No problem,” I… Continue reading So THAT’S Why We All Can’t Just Get Along!
The King’s Emissary and I
Today, my three o’clock consultation was a Mr. Sawatdee Sanook, a political analyst with the Royal Thai Embassy here in Washington. As he took a seat on the couch by the window, gazing forlornly out the window at the White House, he looked to me as if he had been up all night. “How are… Continue reading The King’s Emissary and I