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Drooling on the Pillow

Friday, June 25, 2004

Robert Gottlieb Naps 

The first sentence of "My Life" by Bill Clinton:

Early on the morning of August 19, 1946, I was born under a clear sky after a violent summer storm to a widowed mother in the Julia Chester Hospital in Hope, a town of about six thousand in southwest Arkansas, thirty-three miles east of the Texas border at Texarkana.
Posted by: Sluggo / 10:23 AM
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Thursday, June 24, 2004

How Do You Like the Beach, Gracie? 


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This is actually two summers ago at Point Pleasent, but it illustrates her general attitude to the strand.
Posted by: Sluggo / 11:53 PM
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

On the Beach 

We spent Sunday afternoon and early evening at Sandy Hook. It's a lovely place and a good time was had by all. To tell the truth, I'm not much of a beach person -- even though I grew up on the Jersey shore and worked on the boardwalk a number of summers I was never passionate about the beach. I prefer the mountains, but that, obviously, is going to have to change. There is nothing about the beach that Grace doesn't like. Her joy is the joy of a person who is exactly where they would most like to be. I see fewer mountain trails and more sand crabs in my future.

I share with Radley Balko and other libertarians a horror of anti-obesity legislation. I have to admit, however, my militancy was dulled a bit by spending a few hours among the crowds at Sandy Hook. Jeez. Manatee-nation.
Posted by: Sluggo / 10:42 AM
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