I Still have keys to the House, so . . .

I thought this morning after all the tragedy in the news, I'd bring you some beltway-millionaire musings.



President Cheney smiles.


It seems that even during a national disaster, our dear leaders can find a bright spot in the world. Dick Cheney found his bright spot in the quiet little suburb where our Secretary of Defense makes his home. Who wouldn't smile with the addition of a 2.9 million dollar estate that "goes back to 1930 and was said to be built by one of Thomas Edison's daughters, according to Robert Snyder, the Coldwell Banker agent who is listing the property.

The nine-acre lot includes extensive gardens, ornamental pools and spectacular views of the water behind it. Deer and osprey can be seen."


While not all the millionaire residents are thrilled that President Cheney is going to be living amongst them, they truly seem smitten with the Donald:

"Residents joke about the occasional helicopter overhead and what flavor Rumsfeld gets at Justine's Ice Cream parlor. One woman even drew a clear distinction -- pro-Rumsfeld, anti-Cheney.

"Cheney's a politician. He's connected with Bush," said Rhonda Lewis, 58, a bookkeeper at a bike shop in nearby Easton. She has always had a crush on Rumsfeld. "He is just adorable."

She thinks the defense secretary often looks stressed out on TV, and seeing him walk casually through St. Michaels in khakis is comforting. "Bush just dumped all the hard stuff on him," Lewis said."

I can just see the lot of 'em now, having laughs and ice-cream cones whilst arguing over which one of the Donald's jobs was the more difficult. The daily struggle over hoods and wires vs. the pyramid. *sigh* It's really hard to find good neighbors these days. It's no wonder there's only one true, beltway.


Respectfully,

~Desi

P.S.: General, Sir, if you get another moment away from maneuvers -- some folks have asked about my rank . . .