John Manifold makes a timely observation.
Were I still frequenting downtown bars on weeknights, I’d have poked my nose into the Gold Ballroom 9 days ago to see how widely they spaced the tables at the Steve Forbes dinner. Tix were $150 each. [My taste runs to seeing Harry Kalas and a bunch of athletes for $50 at Cavaliers.]
Big draw: seeing Pete du Pont and Forbes in the same room. 2 geeky bespectacled Princetonians who got gold bars at their christening. To his credit, PSduP IV looks 10 years younger than Forbes, even though he’s 12 years older.
But I digress. There was a time when du P could have filled Baynard Stadium on a rainy night at $100/pop. But the old sailor has lost his trim. Just three days before the dinner, the GOP was still trying to fill tables, badgering its aging loyalists with voicemail and spam. I have a feeling that Forbes got to shake everyone’s hand at least twice. And I could have grabbed a few dozen macaroons without bothering anyone.
How is the Protackian rable ever going to fuse itself to the Vicmead crowd?
Simple. It isn’t.