Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The Duke rides to the rescue
Aahh, the memories. I bumped into him a few days ago at the chow line. He's still kicking--barely. Sometimes he nods to me, but this time he didn't. My ego is bruised.
[Added illus. showing new confluence of technocrat political savvy. --roT]
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