I love you man. No. Really. I love you man. I gotta pee….
In the ongoing outporing of tributes to the late great Ronster, Andrew Stuttaford relates a story about the man:
Summer 1988, just over a year before the fall of the Wall: on a train rolling through Poland on its way to Warsaw. â€œYouâ€™re American?â€ â€œEnglish.â€ Smiles, handshakes, out come the beers, and then the toasting starts. â€œThatcher. Reagan. Thatcher. Reagan.â€ Hours later we all pour out onto the railway platform.
And no, itâ€™s no longer a dumb question.
I’ve never been that drunk.
Following tradition (and the footsteps of others)I am not going to say anything bad about the dead…at least for a few weeks.
I am a liberal after all….
Does anyone else think that Peggy has had this written up for about two years? Somehow I can see la Noonan being grabbed by guards and thrown out of the memorial service when she wails and sobs and tries to throw her body across his casket a la Evita at the funeral of her real father…
Alice has a few things to say.