Many of us DC-ites, including, on occasion, Mrs. Scribe & Mr. Fairway, find it fun to watch several hours of C-Span...straight. When I delivered Ella Numera Dos, Saddam and his Iraqi troops were invading little ol' Kuwait. For those of you too young to remember or too old to care, that invasion sparked the First Gulf War.
And I watched the whole thing on C-Span. While in labor.
When I was fixin' to deliver Ella Numera Una, I tuned in to C-Span then, too. Bob Dole, the venerable Senator from Kansas (at the time) was in a heated dispute with Teddy Kennedy, the venerable Senator from Massachusetts (still). Nothing like a policy debate on the floor of the United States Senate to get those contractions to come closer together!
I'm long in getting to my point here, but that's why the above Peanuts strip is so relevant. To me. To my family. To my city.
Ella Una has a funny family nickname. Following in the footsteps of her father, she gets wound up. If things aren't going just right, her knickers become all knotted in a twist. She has been known...at all stages of her young life...to dash around the house in a dither, in an effort to get all her ducks in a row.
We call her Sam Dash. Named after the Venerable Watergate Prosecutor. And, yes, we noted his passing, when he left this gentle Earth in 2004.
Only in DC...only in DC.Those are my 6 words for today. Brought to you by Cate, at Show My Face. And dedicated to Policy Wonks everywhere. At least in the Capital of the Free World.