As regular readers of this Web log are aware, my appointments sometimes come so thick and fast there simply aren’t enough workday hours between Monday and Friday to hold them. So it was Saturday, when, after five solid ten-hour days, Gretchen booked another eight, despite the fact that it was Memorial Day weekend. Here in… Continue reading Did He Spy for the FBI, or is that Just a Lie?
My final consultation on Friday was with Richard Putzenkopf, a senior member of US Representative Jack Kingston’s staff. “These are great times for the Republican Party, Tom,” he observed as he sprawled on the couch in my office, threw his attaché case on the coffee table and fetched a Microsoft Surface tablet from within. After… Continue reading Obama Impeachment Mania Continues to Deny Reality
After dinner at Rasika followed by a night of club hopping in Adams Morgan, Cerise and I slept late this morning. I prepared breakfast in bed – duck eggs Benedict, featuring freshly made hollandaise sauce and grilled New Zealand fern fiddle heads with organic Canadian bacon, accompanied by hand-squeezed Barcelona blood orange and Veuve Clicquot… Continue reading Ted Cruz and the Natural Born Hypocrites
I had the increasingly rare opportunity to enjoy a Saturday off from work. Well, at least Gretchen got one – I, on the other hand, received an unscheduled consultation call on my POTS line at home, late in the afternoon. Male Voice: Hello, is this Tom Collins? Tom: Yes, who is this? Male Voice: Tom… Continue reading Ann Romney’s Buck Mormon Goes Off the Rails
While relaxing at home in Great Falls, Virginia, this afternoon, I received a telephone call from Jacques, my thoroughly French friend from La Sorbonne. Jacques: Hello, Tom? Comment vas-tu? Tom: Ca va, et toi? Jacques: To tell the truth, my friend Tom, I am not so happy today, because of what I have read on… Continue reading Mitt Romney’s Southern Fried French Connection