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.
Tags: Europa Hotel, Hillary, memory
