Tsunami of Terrible Tweets Troubles Trump’s Twits

Friday night after work, I stopped by the Round Robin Bar for a properly made cocktail or two, and was enjoying a Van Gogh Vanilla and Caffe del Fuego white Russian, up, shaken, with a sprinkle of powdered Sri Lankan montane cardamom when I spied a haggard gentleman with huge bags under his eyes pounding… Continue reading Tsunami of Terrible Tweets Troubles Trump’s Twits

Nixon’s Ghost Stalks the West Wing – Trump Thinks It’s the Concierge

Another working Saturday for Gretchen and me – booked solid from six in the morning until well into the evening. And on top of that, there was someone who had been calling to ask for an initial consultation since early Thursday morning whom Gretchen simply had not been able to squeeze in. We discussed it… Continue reading Nixon’s Ghost Stalks the West Wing – Trump Thinks It’s the Concierge