We have to leave Martha’s Vineyard early for the big dig across the bay. We’re leaving the girls behind, and they get to go to a clambake. Lady M and Big Guy will have to make do with what ever swill they serve them at the Wharf Sea Grille.
I had a good time on our island vacation. I’m really going to miss playing poker with the Secret Service guys at night. Although they were starting to get suspicious about my amazing ability to seemingly know what cards they were holding. (I’ve been around since the early 80’s, and just between you and me, they’re not making these SS guys as sharp as they used to. Even Bush’s SS detail made me throw a black drape over my reflective surfaces before they would even cut the deck.)
We’re all going to tuck in early tonight, as soon as the last of the 1998 Taittinger Comtes de Champagne is gone. Big Guy’s got a big speech tomorrow. We need to get our message out, because the American people aren’t buying the message we put out before Senator Kennedy bit it. Hopefully, this will change everything.