Beware of scary situations.
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I sure hope we keep that edge, no matter what it costs.
Then, I watched an episode of The World at War about Hitler and Stalin’s invasion of Poland and how magnificently the Poles fought back and the incredible bravery of Warsaw. I really admire the Polish people. Brave, brave men and women.
Then, to sleep. Yeah, sleep. The world’s best thing. Sleep.
I occasionally woke up and looked across the Potomac at the lights of Northern Virginia. Haunting. That room at The Watergate has many memories for me.
At about 5 in the morning, I turned on Fox News to see that once in a lifetime rains had hit San Antonio. If I had stayed there even a few hours later, I would never have gotten out. Scary. (Decades ago, when I was an editorial writer and columnist at the Wall Street Journal editorial page under Bob Bartley and George Melloan, I had a copy editor, a chain-smoking Irishman named Jack Cooper. He made me crazy with his unnecessary edits and changed meanings of columns, but he was a humorous fellow. I once asked him what word appeared most in my columns. He said, “Scary,” followed closely by “weird.” I miss him. He died a long time ago. I also miss Bob Bartley. He and I differed on almost every subject, but he was a great man. A genuinely great man.)
A long drive in Bob Noah’s Town Car from D.C. to Ewing, New Jersey, to speak at the College of New Jersey. It was once called Trenton State Teachers’ College but now it teaches many subjects. We went up Route 95 through Maryland, my native state.
As always, we stopped for crabcakes at Phillips Crab House at the Maryland House. Always delicious. A middle-aged man came over to me and beamed at me.
“Thank you for sharing your gifts,” he said. “They brighten up many peoples’ days.”
“That’s very kind of you,” I said. “What’s your name?”
“Just Jimmy from Philadelphia,” he said. “My ministry is at the Ronald McDonald House. The kids there love you.”
I was very touched.
Ewing looks a little care worn but the campus of TCNJ was charming. Bob and I had dinner with the top dogs of the College Republicans, a very likeable group. I sat next to an adorable tiny little freshman named Jacqueline. She reminded me very much of a woman I used to know in D.C. named Penny Pennella. Penny was a super nice girl. I wonder what happened to her. I haven’t seen her in forty years. Still, she was a nice girl. I wish I could find out what happened to all of the people I used to know.
The speech went well. But TCNJ has an unusual feature. It has a program for “special ed” and that brought a number of mentally challenged students to my speech. It was kind of hard to think what they could get out of a college education but then I thought, “Hey, I bet they are here for the students of special ed to work with.”
Great idea. But the special ed kids asked a lot of questions I couldn’t quite follow. I am going to have to find out more about that program.
Back to the Watergate. We stopped at another roadside restaurant, an immense place with a lot of students. They were all cheery. What a lively place Route 95 is, even late at night. I slept most of the way back though. Sleeping in the back of Bob’s car is an incredible, unbelievable pleasure. I feel like a baby being rocked in his parents’ arms.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?