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Political misadventures
Politicians are upon us. Political massive mouths — nailed shut most years — now open wider than the Grand Canyon. I’ve lined elections that predate Millard Fillmore. Itchy to get their black-dyed heads on one other black-dyed head’s TV program they’d even resurrect and re-elect Calvin Coolidge.
See a paper plate of heat tuna fish schmeared with mayo and you realize immediately it’s a political occasion. Difference being the Dems’ accompanying bread slice may’ve been used beforehand for Ulysses Grant. Baked possibly when the Dutch celebrated shopping for our island for much less than a slice of Junior’s cheesecake.
I bear in mind George Bush and Barbara had a king-size mattress. Needful as a result of she at all times wore a heavy triple-strand pearl necklace. Can get in the way in which. She even wore it once I visited the suite named for her on the Grand Hotel’s Mackinac Island, Michigan. Plus her prescient phrases: “When you’re out, you’re OUT! Everybody should stop whining. Life doesn’t end after a job does.”
I spent tons of time with Barbara. The late superdesigner Arnold Scaasi dressed and taught her — as did I — about make-up. Didn’t help. At the Marriott she requested a hairdresser. None got here so she shampooed herself.
Many seasons in the past a presidential shindig was in Philadelphia. The City of Brotherly Love. I used to be in a good lodge. My husband had simply had made for my birthday a chunky crystal bracelet with two hearts embedded — one for him, one for me — in diamonds. It was a massive huge slip-on. My job was to shake arms, hug, pat on the back and carry a pocket book so I believed it good — safer — since this might slip off — to depart it within the lodge. I used to be thrilled with my bracelet.
No protected within the room. Safes have been downstairs close to the check-in desk. I took my bracelet down, since there was no manner with its design to attach each ends and so may very well be slipped or wrenched off. I signed for it, put it within the protected and went to work. That was years in the past and all I do know at this time is that any person else additionally should’ve gone to work.
After the conference I went to reclaim it. Gone. The protected — empty. Nothing in it. Zip. And no document with the lodge clerk of anybody checking into the vault space. Nothing. No hint. No signature. No details about anybody else having been close to the safes. We interviewed everybody. Zilch. The clerk in charge knew nothing. Political season, police have been by no means known as about some break-in or theft.
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That was a lifetime in the past. My husband’s gone. My bracelet’s gone. I understand that is silly however anybody desires to make a few {dollars} and return it — no questions requested — I’ll be grateful. Whoever acquired elected that yr I can’t bear in mind. I solely know I would like my bracelet back.
Another factor I bear in mind is lady discuss with Barbara Bush — and why she didn’t dye her white hair. Years back when George was operating for Congress in Texas she needed to meet him on her own. She acquired put into a tiny propeller job and got here recent from her then tinted brown hair appointment. The day was scorching. Plane: no air-conditioning. The rinse ran. And ran. All over her face.
She used tissues. It caught. She went for her handkerchief. The operating brown down her cheeks by no means stopped. She bumped into the tiny john and utilized toilet paper. The now moist toilet paper wouldn’t come off. It shredded and caught to her like an superior case of measles. The aircraft landed. Her face had brown spots throughout.
Meeting the aircraft was a little four-piece native band. Nervous and unstrung, she tripped on the steps and, she instructed me, “fell right into the tuba.”
Great story. I’ll always remember it. But I’d nonetheless like my bracelet back.
