WHERE DID I GO WRONG?

Pretty clearly, I have been doing something wrong. First, I got a call today from the National Rifle Association, apparently convinced that I was one of their ardent supporters. After an inspirational recorded message from Wayne LePierre, the caller, a rather hard-edged woman, asked me, as near as I can quote it from memory, "Do you want to put your hard-earned liberties in the hands of a bunch of third world dictators and Hillary Clinton?" This was, I figured, a trick question, but I tried to answer it as homestly as I could. As I saw it, I only had two options for protecting my hard-earned liberties. The first was to place them in the hands of those dictators and Hillary, the second was to hand them over to the NRA. Unhesitatingly, I chose the former. "Yes," I said. For some reason, she did not linger on the phone.

Then the mail came, and wedged in, between a Medicare report of claims they had paid for Susie or me and a bank statement, was an invitation to join the Republican Senatorial Inner Circle. The letter, which actually addressed me personally as "Dear Robert," began, "Because you have been an active leader and a concerned citiczen, you are one of only a few Republicans in North Carolina who have been recommended by the Republican Senate Leadership to serve as a member of the prestigious Republican Senatorial Inner Circle."

I guess now I know just who is not reading my blog. Oh well. I still have Paris.