I can just imagine The Presumptive One punching up the number of her media adviser on her BlackBerry after watching this Bernie Sanders spot.
"Find out which agency made that ad. I want you to hire them. Right now. One of my Wall Street supporters will fund it, no problem."
So we're showing my Sister-in-Law the sights around Boston today, and who should I run into in Quincy Market, sitting on a bench, but my old friend Red Auerbach, the legendary Hall Of Fame coach of the Boston Celtics. And it's still okay to smoke cigars in public!
Easter Sunday, from on high.
Boston Cream Pie, the official dessert of the Commonwealth Of Massachusetts, was perfected in the Parker House kitchens in Boston in the nineteenth century.
Since we're staying at the Parker House, we had to have Boston Cream Pie. For breakfast. In our room.
Over drinks yesterday evening at The Last Hurrah, inside the Parker House hotel, watching the rush hour crowds disperse from downtown Boston at the corner of Beacon and School streets, we remarked on how slovenly and poorly dressed they all looked, compared to the crowds one would might have witnessed in years past.
People in general used to take more care with how they presented their public selves. Even on civil rights marches from Selma to Montgomery.
And also this: http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2016/03/jesus-new-york-times-obituary
This is from five months ago.
Beisbol and tango. It sure beats Fort Lauderdale. Or even Martha's Vineyard.
I'm announcing this morning that I am suspending my campaign. Not that I was running for office, or supporting any particular candidate during this Primary season. Instead, my campaign was to help generate some sort of rational, informed dialogue about politics, but it has become clear to me now that this is no longer possible.
So it's back to sports, drugs, and rock and roll, with a very occasional helping of political circus. (Note: you can continue to raise money for my PAC.)
And as The Band and I are fond of saying: "Look out, Cleveland!"
Just remember that you heard it here first. And you'll be hearing it a lot when the Republican Convention rolls around this Summer.
First there was the American Revolution, then the American Civil War. What shall we call this upcoming Revolution?
Back when taking my kids to Bruins and Celtics games at Boston Garden, after having pizza at The European in the North End, still left me with a few dollars in the the monthly budget for entertainment.
