You’re allowed a little fantasy in mid-winter, I think, all those long dark nights and peering into the flickering flames, so enjoy this one from the New York Times.
A Not So Wonderful Life
By MAUREEN DOWD
Published: December 19, 2004
EXTERIOR BRIDGE OVER POTOMAC RIVER – NIGHT
CLOSE SHOT – Rummy is standing by the railing, staring morosely into the water. The snow is falling hard. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he wheels around and wrestles an old man with wings into a headlock.
OLD MAN: Ouch! Tut, tut. When will you learn that force doesn’t solve everything?
RUMMY: Who the dickens are you?
OLD MAN: Clarence, Angel First Class. I’ve been sent down to help you.
RUMMY, squinting: You’re off your nut, you old fruitcake. You can’t help me. I was a matinee idol in this town, a studmuffin. Now everyone’s turned on me – Trent Lott, Chuck Hagel and that dadburn McCain.
CLARENCE: No more self-pity, son. I’m going to show you what the world would have been like if you’d never been born …
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