The beginning of the third trilogy was popping the question
Diana and I were living together in sin at the first of my three apartments at 630 East Capitol Street, Washington DC where love and unemployment were in the air. We had met when I appeared to be a hot shot, but wasn’t, a political appointee unanimously confirmed by the Senate forced to write a speech for my boss who did not want to deliver it on a Friday night in New Orleans where he very much did not want to be.
Here is how Imsummed it up two years ago: Recalling the event now shakily 41 years in the past:
I met the future mother of my children as a consequence of writing a speech on the Multi Fiber Arrangement for the importation of textiles and apparel. Known familiarly as the MFA or the Arrangement.
The exigencies of the speech caused the lovely Diana to emerge from her non-carpeted office on the sixth floor to the exclusive custom-wood paneled corridor at the suite of the Office of the Secretary of Labor. There, my secretary announced then escorted her to my office where she sat at the custom-made tweed sofa.
I had summoned Diana indirectly because when I called Irving Kramer, her boss who was not there, she recognized appropriately that a call from the Under Secretary’s Office required instant response if I thought it necessary and I did. Her overt purpose there on my couch gazing at the original landscapes on loan from the Smithsonian was to teach me enough international economics to satisfy (or at least make a pretense of satisfying) my boss’ desire to deliver an upbeat speech.
1.Why God * created footnotes. God created footnotes in the hope that I could get to the point and not become distracted as I invariably do.