Years ago we were living in Washington D.C. You know…the city where everyone is someone and power is capital.
I was young, and I had two children under the age of two. I was sleep-deprived. And I don’t really “do” politics. I can’t name all the justices of the Supreme Court. I was about a year behind with most current events (I was currently un-current). And did I mention I was young?
John and I were invited to a party in Kenwood around someone’s pool at a big, fancy home with a park-like yard. Great! I love people and I love beautiful homes and I love parties (even sleep-deprived). And if I’m outside, all the better.

It was a delightful kid-free time, and I spent a long chunk of it chatting with a very nice distinguished-looking man by the pool. I can’t remember what we talked about, but it certainly wasn’t world affairs.
Afterwards, as John and I were driving home and this was our conversation.
John: Laura do you KNOW who you were talking to back there?
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