Dear Mr. President:

Like many, I fell for you when you spoke at the 2004 convention. I fell hard. I had no doubt but that if anyone could save ourselves from ourselves, it was you. It took four years, a few primaries, and a fundraiser in San Francisco before...

The Tale of the Comet

by Robert Ellis Gordon

Rebecca Anne Fox was nine years old and was pretty sure her Uncle Peter was crazy. She didn't want to believe it of course. But the evidence was overwhelming.
It began when Rebecca...

The publisher said do it. The publicist said do it. The agent said do it. My friends said do it. Above all the landlord's insistence that I come up with the rent said, "Do it."

But I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Until I happened...

Part I

As everyone knows, when Jack Kennedy died, he charmed his way past Saint Peter. Slipped in as if getting into Valhalla was no more of a challenge than getting into some pretty blond's pants.

But Bobby got the short end, as usual. The way his case was handled...

Dear Mr. President:


A few days ago, Majority Leader Reid made it official: he would not resort to reconciliation, a maneuver that would've deprived Senators Lieberman, Bayh, Lincoln and Nelson of the power to dictate the terms of the health care debate. And, by so doing, Senator Reid deprived Congress...

Dear Mr. President:

While I don't know much about the legislative process, I've heard, for months, about something called "reconciliation." As I understand it, this seldom-used maneuver would-- if still available-- enable Majority Leader Reid to obtain passage of a health care bill with 51 not 60 votes. I'm told...