Mar 092013

Gretchen demands at least one Saturday a month off from work, and to be honest, I’m sort of glad she does.  For me, this particular Saturday afternoon, as it turned out, was just myself at my home in Great Falls, Virginia, with nobody there for company but my cat, Twinkle.  My girlfriend, Cerise, had decided to attend a demonstration of Venetian glass making at Glen Echo, Maryland and my accidental room mate, Veronica, was away at a beach resort in the Lesser Antilles with her latest mark, yet another K Street lobbyist.  So, Twinkle purred contentedly on my lap as I relaxed in the living room in front of a crackling oak and hickory fire, about halfway through a glass of Balvenie […]