So I step into an elevator in Washington, D.C., and punch the button for the 13th floor, the National Press Club.
“What’s going on at the Press Club today,” a guy in a suit asks me.
So I step into an elevator in Washington, D.C., and punch the button for the 13th floor, the National Press Club.
“What’s going on at the Press Club today,” a guy in a suit asks me.
I made a run a Proust about 20 years ago, when I was doing my grad work. I sorta bounced off him. Just didn’t get it. But during a conversation a few years ago with Dave (LBJ’s father), he urged me to get a new translation and give it another shot.
Jellyman jokes around with a coconut. We stopped at his stand on our way back to Montego Bay for our flight out, where I sampled some coconut water and jelly. Jellyman slices the top off the coconut, sticks a straw in it and offers a refreshing drink. When you’re done, he cuts the coconut in half and gives you a pieces of shell to scoop out the jelly. Great stuff. More photos of our Jamaica trip are here.