Posted on 09/21/2015 11:18:44 PM PDT by nickcarraway
They were friends. I heard stories. Like Labor Secretary Ray Donovan on one knee fixing a shoelace when his boss ambled in. Grinned the chief of state: “Not necessary. When you see me, a mere curtsy will do.”
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1980. He’d just been elected and we were in communist Poland. Because Joey had his unlisted home number, he grabbed our hotel phone to call congratulations. No operator. He tried again. No response. No voice. No nothing. The line was dead. Eventually uprooting the manager, he complained the telephone’s broken and it’s imperative he call America. California.
Manager: “No. Cannot.” Joey: “Whaddaya mean, ‘No cannot’?” Manager: “Is now already 1 o’clock.” Joey: “Yeah? So?” Manager: “Is lunchtime period.” Joey: “So what?” Manager: “Operator is having lunch.” Joey: “What’re you, nuts?” Manager: “Communist country has rules. She is off now."
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In Russia (or communist Poland) telephone dials you
Cindy Adams has to be the worst writer I have ever read in something published by a newspaper. She uses incomplete sentences, insider tribal language, incoherent structure, and nonsensical stream of consciousness. Stay away from anything she writes, even if it has President Reagan in the title.
H”e on breeeeeaaaak.”
Peggy?
What the hell was that?
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