I have to forget about Hillary. But how can I forget about Hillary? Everywhere I look there’s Hillary. I turn on the television, Hillary is being interviewed. I turn on the radio and who is being interviewed? Hillary. Perhaps if I retreat to the newspaper she won’t be there. But the subject of the “By The Book” column in
The New York Times
is Hillary Rodham Clinton. Thanks to that column I now know that she wants to have dinner with William Shakespeare. She must like men named Bill.
Sunday morning is a time for peace and reflection. Surely, I can forget about Hillary then. It’s not possible. Hillary, accompanied by another female role model, Jane Pauley, has come to my home via a Sunday morning program. How can I forget about someone who seems to be everywhere?
I know she wants me to remember her because she’s coming to visit me. To be honest, she’s not coming just to visit me, she’s visiting me and 999 other special people at Warwick’s Bookstore in La Jolla June 25. But I believe she really wants to meet me and hear my ideas and opinions about the world situation, the world of fashion, and perhaps a few words of wisdom on how she should proceed with her future career options.
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Tomorrow is the big day! I will meet Hillary in person. Of course there are a few rules that I must adhere to before I can actually approach HRC.
I must have the willingness and the stamina to stand in line for at least two hours. I can do that.
I must be empty handed, no purse. That will be a sacrifice. I can do that.
I must purchase a copy of “Hard Choices,” Hillary’s latest book. I can do that.
Not only do I have to buy the book, but I have to be among the first 1,000 purchasers.
I’ve followed all the rules. Met all the criteria. I am one of the 1,000!
Having set my alarm clock to guarantee that I will be on time for the great event, when the alarm sounds in the eerie darkness on Wednesday morning, I spring from my bed. I dress rapidly in my carefully chosen and tasteful outfit. I brush my teeth thoroughly adding a touch of mouthwash to give my breath a minty aroma that will be pleasing to all, especially to Hillary.
In my excitement I’ve almost forgotten to eat breakfast. That is not a good idea. I calm down and prepare my old-fashioned oatmeal. As delicious as it is, I can’t linger over this gourmet treat.
At last I am ready.
I walk briskly and purposefully to the bookstore where Hillary and I are scheduled to meet. I’m greeted warmly by the event organizers who direct me to proceed to the end of the line. The time is now 8:15 a.m. and I’m told people have been in line since 3:30 a.m. You can imagine what a long, long walk it is to the end of the line.