Looks like my misgivings about the Delta variant were, unfortunately, well-founded, and over the last three weeks, my continued preference for working from my home office in Great Falls, Virginia has proved as prudent as I originally suspected it would be. Although actually, since I own my office suite in downtown Washington DC, I have… Continue reading Ars Gratia Artis – at Half a Million Dollars a Pop
Early this afternoon, Merdoso Donnato Pompino, representing the Fédération Internationale de Football Association, paid me a visit for a consultation. Obviously still on Naples time, he arrived twenty minutes late, and obviously a completely self-absorbed, if obviously aging jock, he nevertheless spent another ten trying to get Gretchen’s telephone number. What the hell, as far… Continue reading FIFA Fie Fo Fum! An Evil Giant Bumbles, Stumbles and Falls
The calls started late on Tuesday, November 4. I received five of them before midnight. They have continued unabated since. It’s an assured ritual that occurs like clockwork every two years – new members of Congress calling me for the sort of advice and information not found in the traditional freshman briefings offered on Capitol… Continue reading Welcome to Washington, Congressional Fresh Meat Serving No. 114
On a Friday night in a Norfolk, Virginia bar, a stone’s throw from the Navy’s most important base on the East Coast, you can meet a lot of miserable, drunken sailors. But if you visit a bar, as I did, on a Friday night in Crystal City, Virginia, within spitting distance of the Pentagon, you… Continue reading US Navy Gets Screwed by Fat Guy in Singpore and It Hurts
We’ve never had an August day like this before in Washington, and we probably won’t ever again, either – with temperatures reminiscent of early fall and absolutely gorgeous breezes and sunshine. Too bad I had to work inside, normally this time of year I’d be grateful for the air conditioning. But Gretchen and I were… Continue reading Hold Your Nose, Here Comes Mitch McConnell!