Did I ever tell you the story about that time the F.B.I. changed my birthday? I was slowly filling out the required SF-86 form to get my permanent clearance to work at the WH. I dragged my heals because-ok I’ll just say it-I was a my college’s main pot dealer for a couple of (1)
years ten years earlier and I wasn’t sure how WH Counsel would rule on my case. I figured if I had to leave I could still say I had been there for one year. Anyway I got called over to the FBI because they wanted to go over my SF 86. Ok. Fine. The gig is up but I got my year (2)
in and I figured I can still claim it on my resume. Anyway I arrived for my meeting and was ushered in a room. It was like out of a movie. There were three agents across a big table. The chair for me was about 6 feet in front of the table. They weren’t wearing sunglasses but (3)
Do you all want to hear my Nancy Pelosi story? I only have one and it’s from way back in 1992. Ok here goes. In 1992 I was one of first hires to run Governor Clinton’s campaign in Northern California. After the primary I was sent to help open the main campaign HQ for Northern (1)
California. We thought we were pretty cool. Our new Press Secretary (as I recall) thought it would be a great idea to have a little press event. She said, “I’m going to invite Rep Nancy Pelosi…we’re in her District. (On Sutter Street in SF. Fine and dandy the press event (2)
was scheduled for that afternoon and Rep Nancy Pelosi’s office had confirmed her attendance as she was “headlining the event”. So far so good and then just before showtime our hysterical press secretary ran through our office in tears wailing “I can’t get any local press to (3)