CALL ME SNAKE

It’s not every day the Senate calls, although lately it seems to be a daily occurrence. As you may recall, I had to break off my conversation with the esteemed Senator on Tuesday on account of my daughter’s halloween party. Yesterday, I gave his secretary explicit instructions for him to call before 4:45, which is when I leave for my 5:00 handball game. So what did he do? He called at 4:45 sharp. We chatted for a minute or two–going over the usual intelligence stuff (all on “deep background” on a “need-to-know” basis), and then I said, once again, “Sorry ____, I’d love to chat. But I gotta’ run. I’ve got a handball game.”