Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Fame, Glory and other laurels

Yesterday, the press was still full of adrenaline, but there was not much to say in Washington, so my RSS feed came up with fascinating stuff about Mrs O.'shoes and the president-elect's barber.
I took my neighbor Imogene to the restaurant. She is 93, so the conversation was all about her health and about her cat, as it should be. But politics must have been on her mind, because she suddenly turned to me and said: "I am so glad that I never was famous!"
I'll drink to that. We raised our glasses and sipped our wine in perfect bliss.


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