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"OK. It was June, 1972 and I was a very young intern with the Defense Department assigned to a military post in Pennsylvania. I was sent to DeeCee to take a two-week training course."

Continuing with my story that was interrupted by my trip to the DMV and Mudboy's wisecracks. BTW, many important career fields in the Federal government required one to start off in an intern program. So, myself and my co-intern (who also was very young and just happened to have the same name as President Nixon's Attorney General) went to DeeCee for two weeks.

We shared a room at the Howard Johnson's (third floor) facing the Watergate Complex. On Friday, June 16, after we got back from class we went across the street and into the Watergate and went down to the shopping mall on the lower level and bought a few items from the shops there. We then went back to the Howard Johnson's to have dinner. We were on a low per diem allowance so we decided to eat at the lunch counter at the Howard Joihnson's.

So while we were eating we kept noticing the half dozen Cuban-looking guys seated across from us who were speaking to each other in Spanish, but kept nervously glancing toward us, as we were the only other patrons in the place.

Well, the next morning (Saturday, the 17th) I awoke to the sounds of police sirens outside my window, I looked out and noticed the DC Crime Lab truck parked below along with TV crew trucks. A little bit later on the TV we heard about the arrests at the Watergate and how they arrested a number of Cuban Americans caught wiretapping the offices of the DNC in the Watergate. These men were staying at the Howard Johnson's on the 5th floor facing the Watergate. (They were later referred to as the "plumbers" if you recall the history of the break-in.) And they were merely two floors above us on the same side of the building! They had found listening apparatus in their rooms. So I was watching the scene live on TV as they panned a camera shot across my room!

So, to make a long story short, I was in the Watergate Complex on the historic day that eventually led to the downfall of Richard Nixon and had dinner with the wiretappers! And I was staying in the same room as John Mitchell.

And that is my first big DeeCee adventure.

"...half dozen Cuban-looking guys seated across from us who were speaking to each other in Spanish"

Yo hablo espanol, pero no en 1972. Perhaps, if I could borrow a TimeMachine, and go back in history so that I could be sittin' there at that diner with you and the Cubans, I can tell 'em, "No Robo Con Allanamiento El DeeEnCee OficinaCentral, Mis Amigos!!" thereby eliminating the DemonRATS NumberOneIssue--InTheirMoronicOpinion (aka ITMO)--fer the last 40 years!! Then, while I'm back there, I'm gonna hunt down that spastic ANTI-American PUNK kid, BillieClinton, and put such a whuppin' on his effeminate ARSE that he shall refuse to come out in PUBLIC fer 40 years or so...LOL!! Unfortunately, that would remove the GOP's NumberOneIssue--ITMO--fer the NEXT 40 years!!

FReegards...MUD

FWIW..."Could not find anybody named 'TimeMachine'

Dammit...let's go to Plan9.

"to make a long story short"

Well...not really. Brevity is the Soul of Wit, my FRiend, but yer story is the best I've seen so far on Black XVI...it really is a very small world after all.

Yep...it's a small world after all...

Un hunh...it's a small world after all...it's a small, small world.

FReegards...MUD