Remember the record snows of last winter? Our Diarist does.
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I LOVE MY APARTMENT AT THE WATERGATE!!! I actually have two of them and love them both. Spacious, great views, my own bed, my own fiber — I am happy. No hotel room, however pleasant, can compare with sleeping in my own bed reading my own book about Gone with the Wind next to the bed. The snow is falling and I am warm and toasty, not in a trench or doing forced labor at Auschwitz. I AM HAPPY!
Welly, welly, well, as the droogies would say in A Clockwork Orange. I got up this morning and the snow had stopped. I went down to the Watergate laundry and got my shirts from the last visit, got the newspapers at the CVS, got a haircut, and then my Bob Noah showed up and off we drove to Penn State in State College, Pennsylvania.
Now, on the map this looks like not a bad drive. But Bob had trustingly leaned on his GPS to get us to the destination. Instead of taking us over normal freeways and interstates, his GPS’s route took us over terrifying mountain passes and totally abandoned, fallow fields and forests. I do not like winding roads and threw a fit.
Finally, we found a small town whose name I don’t remember, and by a miracle, found a decent road into State College.
I love Penn State and the kids were as pleasant as could be. The question period was fine except for a query by a “truther” who is convinced that the CIA and the Israelis knocked down the World Trade Center. Wow, there are a lot of wacky people out there.
It is scary how many people have just lost their minds and have conspiracy theories about the Federal Reserve (which is not a conspiracy entity, just a normally incompetent bunch of human beings with good educations and human limitations), the U.S. invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan (again, no conspiracies that I see, just human errors ), and space travel.
I shouldn’t really be hard on them, though, since I unequivocally see a conspiracy in the amazing power Goldman Sachs has over the U.S. government.
Well, no point dwelling on that. The speech and reception were fine. I really enjoy these events, and Bob drove us home on big immense freeways and then I could get back in my bed.
I am so in love with just lying in bed listening to Mozart. Napoleon could not have gotten more pleasure out of Austerlitz than I do out of listening to Mozart’s Laudate Dominum.
I flipped on the TV before I passed into slumber, and what should I see but that another snowstorm is approaching D.C. Yippee. I can watch the snow from my apartment. I love it.
Off to Fox and CNN to do some TV shows. The snow is falling. The trees are a magical white. The streets are covered with snow. But the studios are warm and toasty and cheerful.
I did my shows and said my two cents’ worth, and then I got back to my apartment. I hired a driver with a four-wheel-drive vehicle and my pal Russ Ferguson and I went out to a fabulous Italian restaurant in Georgetown by the name of Café Milano. We first had a seat under some loudspeakers. It was unbearable. Loud thumping awful bass. I complained. Then we had a good table in a room with a view of the snow and the revelers in the snow. I had chicken Milanese and Russ had some kind of pasta. The service was perfection. It was all heavenly and I just felt really wonderful. Out in the snow, young people greeted me as the kindly old fool I now am.
Back to my apartment, and Russ went home. I lay for a long time watching the snow. It was paradise. The silence was total and I thought, “Benjy, enjoy this. Hardly anyone else on this planet gets to feel as good as you feel right now. Enjoy the silence and the beauty.”
I did and I went into dream land.
When i awakened, there was more than a foot of snow on my balcony railing. Even birds could not land there.