The Holiday season always makes me a bit nostalgic and this year led me back to Dick Cheney and our brief affinity in the late nineties. We had such a good time at Disney World, Orlando that Dick invited me for a long weekend at his time share condo at Disney’s Old Key West Resort. It sounded like a blast to me so I arranged to take some time off from my job at Lockheed Martin. Back then, Dick and I would spend hours on the phone almost every day. We were finalizing plans of where we would meet, how we would get there and so on (at one point, Dick suggested we take a cruise from New York to Miami!) when all of a sudden everything went dead. I didn’t hear from him for a couple of days and when I tried calling him, there was no answer, nothing. Finally a maid picked up the phone and told me that someone had showed up at Dick’s door and the two of them had been inseparable ever since, someone by the name of Dubya.
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