"(The problem is) that we value clever and counterintuitive over expert and experienced."
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Sunday, September 19, 2021
Saturday, September 11, 2021
MY 9/11 STORY
One night in early January 2001, I had a dream. Even at the time, I remembered the details of it as if it were an actual event, because the dream was so starkly vivid. It took place after the contentious Bush vs. Gore presidential election of 2000, and after the Supreme Court had finally ruled in favor of George W. Bush: he had been declared the winner, and it was clear that he was going to be inaugurated as President soon.
In my dream, for whatever reason, I had been invited to attend a cocktail party reception with George W. Bush, in honor of his being declared President-Elect. It was being held on the rooftop of a building. A long receiving line was set up, snaking its way around the rooftop, everybody lining up to get a chance to shake Bush's hand and wish him well.
Just as I got to the front of the line and was about to meet the President-Elect, Dick Cheney came running up and whispered something into George's ear. Bush suddenly turned ashen-gray and momentarily looked like he was going to faint, then he composed himself, and motioned me forward. I shook Bush's hand, and told him "congratulations, Mr. President-Elect." George looked me straight in the eye and told me, "Well, after what the Vice President just told me is going to happen here, I'm not sure I want the job anymore!"
The reception was taking place on the rooftop of the World Trade Center in New York.
Sunday, September 5, 2021
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