Let’s Hope They Don’t Agree Twice
Deb is one of my dearest friends — and a committed Marxist. Or perhaps a Trotskyite or Maoist. I’m colorblind to those variations. But last August, in a cocktail-fueled argument, we came to an agreement for maybe the first time ever.
New York or LA was going to get nuked. 60/40 New York, but put your money on either.
Three weeks later, passenger jets were crashing into the World Trade Center. The one time we agreed, and we both had to be right. OK, so the 9/11 attacks weren’t nuclear — but just wait.