I was going on a big trip with Rumsfeld and Cheney and other celebs. I was apprehensive about it. I’d been selected. You were in cars. I went up to them when they were milling around, shook Rumsfeld’s hand. It was something of a stag deal, a lot of time on the road with drinks in the afternoon. Cheney’s man made us drinks. Cheney wasn’t such a bad guy when you were around him. There were a lot of guys in the swimming pool and later we were hanging out with women. Very clubby, but I held my own.
"What do you think about this dream?" I asked my wife this morning. "Your ambivalence about being taken in by what you consider to be the Establishment."
