CALL ME SNAKE

For the past week or so, I’ve felt sorry for Bill Clinton having to travel all over to tsunami-ravaged regions of Southeast Asia with George H.W. Bush–a has-been who even his own son has given short shrift in favor of the more politically-influential (even from the grave) Ronald Reagan. Is this Clinton’s destiny–a steady parade of photo ops with the over-the-hill gang? But I’ve stopped worrying about Bill ever since hearing an NPR story about how he and George senior are becoming great friends. I’ve never been to Southeast Asia but have heard stories of what goes on there: Traveling in that part of the world, I gather, can create strange bedfellows.