Speak! Memory

Ambrose Bierce wrote in one of his columns, Another woman has got old enough to begin to remem­ber George Wash­ing­ton.  “He was a kindly old man with white hair who smiled a lot.”

This morn­ing Fausta links to a Times story about Hillary (and she has become “Hillary,” as her hus­band was never “Bill,” nei­ther Bush “George”, and even as folksy a guy as Rea­gan was never “Ron”).  Hillary was never down­right mean.  It sad­dens me a bit that she has man­aged to hook her­self up with two guys who are.

The Nolan­im­rod admits to being aggra­vated in the past when Hillary mis­re­mem­bered things like the sniper fire in Tuzla or being named for an obscure Kiwi bee­keeper.  But time and acquain­tance lend a patina of fond­ness to such things and so now they elicit not an urge to fer­ret out every point and jot of inac­cu­racy but rather a mem­ory of Mau­rice Cheva­lier per­form­ing one of the best odes to the Puck­ish nature of the sign­posts on Mem­ory Lane.

Click HERE for a treat.

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