correction

randall- who lives up the street and knows way too much about everything- has informed me that jeane kirkpatrick, whom i mentioned in my previous post, has quite a reputation on the beltway as a boozehound.

this explains everything. i felt almost sorry for her when i thought she had alzheimers, but if she's just a drunk she's on her own. we're all drunks...but we don't all deliver drunken, stilted speeches praising jesse helms. seriously. she should smoke some weed.

also- i drove by a paunchy, middle-aged man battling a newspaper machine that had eaten his quarters today. what made it funny was that first he jiggled the latch, then he shook the entire thing, then he gave it a few tiny close-to-the-sidewalk-kicks, and finally he gave it a terrific karate style sidekick...whereupon he slipped in a puddle and fell on his ass.