World Tour continues with impeachment trial of Donald John Trump, IMPOTUS™.
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[NOTE.--I translated a portion of this diary some years ago, and a friend of mine printed a few copies in an incomplete form, but the public never got them. Since then I have deciphered some more of Adam's hieroglyphics, and think he has now become sufficiently important as a public character to justify this publication.--M. T.] Monday . . . click here for Joke of the Week™
Football 232 days until kick off for Sooners to Missouri State Bears and Mighty Mighty Horns to USF Bulls.
$5 will get you $10 that Trumpster™ pardons LSU for passing out money after winning national championship.
Fútbol After Aubameyang’s straight red for studs above ankle, 10 man Arsenal take home one point from Crystal Palace 1-1 begin two-a-week host Sheffield United tomorrow from 0900 only at Emirates and online, then visit Chelski Tuesday from 1415 only at Stamford Bridge and NBCSN.
Password tonight is “Little Saint James”.
Polyticks™ HI-Q War and Peace such as, War spends US money there, Peace spends money here. Trumpster Fire of the Week™ Ken Starr, who as President of Baylor ignored a series of sexual assaults by football players (but football is winning and building a new stadium) and Alan Dershowitz, who defended OJ Simpson and Jeffery Epstein.
214 days until 100th anniversary of ratification of Amendment XIX, 20200818.
Light, sweet crudesettled down 1.7% at $58.52, as natural gas is also down 4.1% at $2.077. €uro is up 0.3% at $1.1135.
“Hurricanes aren’t too bad when one is trapped in New Orleans at the Royal Sonesta with room service. Now that is what I call a Reverend Tony disaster.”
That was the lead I wrote last Saturday morning, sitting on the veranda of the Sonesta. But waiting for standby on the last flight out of New Orleans last Sunday before The Storm, it felt more like the Titanic. We had even dined Saturday night at Galatoires, the last meal they will serve for quite some time.
This is sunrise on Sunday morning the day before The Storm blew in that Belmont took on their way back to Jackson. Belmont said that the birds would fly in formation first one way and then the other, sounds freaky.
New Orleans, March 2006
Our first visit back since The Storm and also the first day back on the job for Malcom, the doorman/greeter at the Sonesta who returned to work the same day we checked in. Malcom helped us get the cab out of town back in that other lifetime.
Malcom was evacuated to the Cajun Dome in Shreveport then wound up in Brookshire, Texas working at Jack in the Box and Dollar General Stores. The Royal Sonesta also sent him some money until he could find a way to move back. Malcom lost everything.
The story of The Reverend Tony™ begins in the lobby of the Royal Sonesta in New Orleans where my Lady Claire and I were waiting for her sister Belmont to join us for Belmont's birthday dinner at the Chef's Table at Commander's Palace.
We were sitting on facing couches and I was wearing Raybans, a cream Hugo Boss blazer, electric lime green t-shirt, and khaki pants, drinking a martini in a go cup when a nice looking fraternity type in his late 20s comes up to me and says, (this is an exact quote)
"Excuse me sir, but are you The Reverend Tony?"
It was all I could do to not goof on the young man but I could not so I reply
"No I'm not, but why do you ask?"
He says (and this is another exact quote) "I'm supposed to meet The Reverend Tony here in the lobby, he's marrying me tomorrow night." Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so there you go.
A healing experience
The Reverend Tony™ will rarely change the names of the guilty because sometimes the guilty deserve credit.
PS - Will the real Reverend Tony please stand up? He is minister at the French Quarter Wedding Chapel in New Orleans on Burgundy.
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