A note…
Tuesday, October 20th, 2009I don’t write about that butterfly in the stomach feeling or the girl who invokes it because it would be crass. i.e. not because it doesn’t matter, but because it does.
I’m just sayin’ is all.
I don’t write about that butterfly in the stomach feeling or the girl who invokes it because it would be crass. i.e. not because it doesn’t matter, but because it does.
I’m just sayin’ is all.
She didn’t like the questions, so she called the cops? Whiskey Tango?
I spotted Scozzafava later as she was walking to the parking lot, and asked her: ” Assemblywoman, do you believe that the health-care bill should exclude coverage for abortion?” She didn’t reply. I asked her twice more. Silence.
After she got into her car, I went to my car and fired up my laptop to report the evening’s events.
Minutes later a police car drove into the parking lot with its lights flashing. Officer Grolman informed me that she was called because “there was a little bit of an uncomfortable situation” and then took down my name, date of birth, and address.
That’s some ridiculous shit.