“That wild night, Chicago
It left a mark she can’t erase.”

Melissa Etheridge, “The Wanting Of You”

Speaking of marks, one of the boys in my building noticed a few on me and asked if I was OK.

“Fine, thanks,” I said. “I just ran into something.”

“Looks to me like you ran into someone.”


Although I’ve just broken my rule about blogging in real-time, I’m going to put the rest in the time capsule and return to my “Five-Year Embargo” content schedule.

Maybe it’s time to trot out the story about the TV star I met at a five-star Orlando resort in 2009 who pursued me all the way to D.C. …

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