Washington will miss the outspoken Letitia “Tish” Baldrige, the octogenarian etiquette maven, who passed on this week. Tish learned the manners of political Washington at an early age when her father served as a U.S. representative from Nebraska. Later, she served as social secretary to America’s ambassador to France in Paris, assistant to Clare Booth Luce at the American Embassy in Rome, and chief of staff to first lady Jackie Kennedy.
When I spoke to my longtime friend, Michael Touhey, he shared with me his trepidation about the upcoming ten year anniversary of September 11. “I want to be the man I was before 9/11,” he told me, “the man open to wonder and spontaneity.”
The Oscar winning film, “The King’s Speech,” has brought national attention to stuttering — the handicap that King George VI of England suffered in the 1940’s. He wasn’t the only famous stutterer. Consider actors James Earl Jones and Marilyn Monroe, performers Carly Simon and Mel Tillis, writer John Updike and even Winston Churchill.
A friend and I wandered into Ocean Grill, a quiet, sophisticated fish restaurant on New York’s Upper West Side, for a late lunch on the recent Martin Luther King Jr holiday. I heard that unmistakable deep, gravelly voice from a nearby table. It was social activist/calypso crooner Harry Belafonte. How coincidental, not only to run into an old family friend at this retro restaurant reminiscent of a luxury liner, but to reconnect with the long time civil rights activist on this commemorative day.
Who among us doesn’t want to discover the eternal Fountain of Youth? Politicians, and their constituents alike, are no different. For some, it may be akin to finding a pot of gold, for others, a fad diet, steamy sex, or perhaps, Botox, cosmetic surgery or a trendy spa.
Will political correctness, obligatory to DC culture, prevail over BRAVO TV’s demand for drama? DC consultants and power women weigh in on what will make the show successful and what will make it fall short.
“Funny Girl,” Barbra Streisand, a familiar White House guest during the Clinton years, apparently felt right at home there Sunday evening, when President George W. Bush not only surprised the outspoken liberal by planting a kiss on her cheek, but when she walked into the men’s room while hubby James Brolin and a military aide blocked the door. Perhaps for the moment she thought she was back on the set of “Yentl,” where she played a young boy. The talented diva dramatically pulled the medal she was presented at the State Department the previous evening out from her cleavage so it dangled among a dozen or so long gold chains.
CURIOSITY and a desire to see reality led the late Rep. Leo J. Ryan to Guyana 30 years ago this week. I spent much of the last evening of the 95th session of Congress in 1978 with the Democrat from Northern California. It was his final night in Washington before he would head back home and then, several weeks later, embark on his fact-finding trip to Guyana.
The Nations governors attended their annual State Dinner last night in the East Room of The White House hosted by President and Mrs. Bush. Its a tradition that began with Teddy Roosevelt 100 years ago. The governors dined on Hudson River duck rather than the Maine lobster and Colorado lamb served last year. But that wasnt the only difference I noticed throughout the evening.
Betsy Stuart’s puzzles are a cut above the rest and so was Stuart, herself, who this week at age 60, lost her valiant decades-long battle with cancer. For Barbara Bush, the pieces all came together during a vacation many years ago with husband George –the hand-cut pieces of her Betsy Stuart jigsaw puzzle, that is. The former First Lady had brought along the 500-piece puzzle–a picture of Manhattan’s skyline–on the couple’s 12-day Aegean cruise. “It drove us crazy,” she said later. “We loved it.” Now shes a member of Stuarts rental club, the Netflix of the puzzle world.
It doesn’t take long to discover that there are dog people and non-dog people. The latter don’t understand when I talk to my “kids” — as I often refer to my toy poodles — Biscotti, 9; and Campari, 4. My fur-babies are an integral part of my daily life. I’m told we even look alike, the same reddish hair color with the same wavy texture. They sense my moods, never judge, know when to play and when to comfort me. My holiday cards feature them, and friends always ask how they’re doing.
Want a retreat from your daily routine? How about a night in a bona fide two-story Log Cabin? Youll sleep in a four-poster timber bed with an aquarium built right into the headboard and bathe in an environmental habitat room all this in the heart of D.C.?Or are you in the mood for a cruise? Try the windowless Stateroom, with its king-sized waterbed and nautical detail. Beatles fans can soak in the tub immersed with not only the sounds of John Lennon, but his face reflected on the bathroom floor of the Lennon room. I hunkered down in the magnificent Fifth Dimension suite while my house was undergoing renovation. After a whirlpool bath and a dreamy nights sleep in a hand-finished mahogany Sleigh bed from Milan, I worked out on my private treadmill.
Virginians rejoice! Governor Tim Kaine has promised to serve out his full four-year term. When I ran into him Sunday evening at President Bushs annual dinner for the nations governors at The White House, I pressed him as to why he felt the need to endorse Sen. Barack Obama for the Democratic presidential nomination so early in the election cycle. After all, Governor Rod Blagojevich of Illinois, Obamas home state, is so far the only other governor to do so. Most savvy politicians sit back and wait rather than make such an aggressive move a year before the primary. Its significant because Kaine, respected among Southern Governors the south is an important voter block–supported a mid-westerner over a fellow southerner, former Sen. John Edwards (N.C).
Terry McAuliffe is ready for the challenge, any challenge.”Ill do anything once,” boasted the McLean resident and author of the recently published, “What A Party! My Life Among Democrats: Presidents, Candidates, Donors, Activists, Alligators, and Other Wild Animals.”
Red, white and blue balloons reminiscent of a political convention decorated the ceiling of the Fountain room at the Four Seasons restaurant in New York City on Monday evening. The energy in the room was high and filled with buzz of Hillary Clintons candidacy for the nomination. The occasion was the launch of the publication of Clinton best pal and golf companion, former Democratic National Committee Chairman Terry McAuliffes book, “What a Party! My Life among Democrats: Presidents, Candidates, Donors, Activists, Alligators and Other Wild Animals.”
Dolly Parton dressed in a dramatic white gown and teased beehive hairdo looked around at the guests at the White House reception, Sunday, “Im honored to be here with all these people wearing all these fancy clothes.” The occasion was a reception for the honorees before the 29th Annual Kennedy Center Honors performance and late night dinner. And although President Bush and the First Lady, The Cheneys and Secretary of State Condolezza Rice took part, this evening was show biz before politics.
The relationship between God and politics may be an age old question, but my conversation over coffee at the Caboose Caf in Alexandria, VA.,the other morning was not the usual small talk.
South African President Thabo Mbeki, as well as many of the countrys other influential leaders including Nelson Mandela, come from South Africas eclectic Eastern Cape. The region is rich in natural beauty but economically the poorest of South Africas nine provinces. South Africans are also proud of their top diplomat in the U.S., Ambassador Barbara Masekela. Also from the Eastern Cape, she was an anti-apartheid activist, former chief of staff to Nelson Mandela, and the sister of the great jazz trumpeter, Hugh Masekela.
For Millions of Americans, Sunday mornings mean couching it in front of the tube, favorite coffee mug and bagel in hand, watching political TV talk shows. This viewing ritual is deeply rooted, traversing affiliations party as well as personal. The guests and hosts of these shows are the political equivalent of rock stars: For die-hard fans with a little imagination, Robert Novak bears a resemblance to Ed Sullivan (with slightly less hair), while Donald Rumsfeld brings to mind Anthony Hopkins (with slightly more hair). The only thing missing from the weekly performances are the live audiences. Except, of course, in Washington, where “Meet the Press” takes on an entirely new meaning.