It was the press club's 31st annual book fair, and the three of us were among 90-some-odd writers flogging our volumes: Hitman (selling his eponymous Hitman: My Real Life in the Cartoon World of Wrestling) and I (White House Ghosts: Presidents and Their Speechwriters) sharing a table and my old friend Felzenberg next to us selling The Leaders We Deserved, his book on the presidential rating game.
In front of us stretched an impressive line encompassing all variety of Washingtonians: young and old; professionally dressed and, ahem, less so; male and female. All lined up to meet . . . Hitman. Felzenberg and I watched in wonderment...More?
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