Well, in a way, I did. I'm in Washington for the American Library Association annual conference, or cattle stampede. 27,000 librarians, crowding into all the hotels and restaurants. I was lunching by myself on 6th St. The restaurant was both crowded and noisy, and the tables are so close together they're almost touching. When they seated me I discovered I was across from Senator Lieberman at the next table, this close.
He was chatting up a younger woman with stringy dark brown hair. She may have been a political reporter covering the Presidential campaigns, because that's what some of the conversation was about. Oh, don't look shocked. Of course I listened. I didn't have anything else to do, and besides, he was talking loudly because (as I said) the restaurant was noisy.
What was the theme of his discourse? Do you have to guess? It was Poor Joe Lieberman, of course.
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