Trump Seeks Someone Who Will Eat a Spicer Sandwich

“There’s a guy named John Birch, like the tree, he says,” Gretchen told me early on Friday. “He’s asking for one of your free initial consultations – on the phone. He’s called twice this week already, trying to get an appointment earlier than the first week in March.” “John Birch, huh?” I responded. “Sounds like… Continue reading Trump Seeks Someone Who Will Eat a Spicer Sandwich

Mr. Alternative Reality Goes to Washington

Tuesday evening, I was relaxing at home, alone with my cat Twinkle, reading Harpers, The Atlantic, Scientific American and The Economist when the phone rang. Caller ID showed that it was the cell number of my brother-in-law Hank, from whom, at that point, I had not heard anything in quite some time. Tom: Hank? Hank:… Continue reading Mr. Alternative Reality Goes to Washington