Sad tale: Two decades ago, the most beautiful lawyer on the planet brought me to a 
fund-raiser for Sen. Harry Reid, when I visited her in Carson City, flying from my home
in D.C. I don’t remember a word he said, but that could be because (a) a baked
chicken breast exploded when my fork entered it, sending a pint or so of fat all over
my shirt, tie, suit, etc. or (b) gorgeousEsq had broken up with me that morning. This
I listened and was quite dismayed that the new Democratic leader failed to answer so
many important questions. [But, he would “rather dance than fight” and will punch back
if punched.] Tim Russert didn’t bother to press for answers. Another disappointment from
Nevada (where I also might have contracted chronic fatigue syndrome).
Meanwhile, Maureen Dowd admits the Christmas Season drives her crazy. Amen.