From undated diary entry

Spent the afternoon plying the future Mayor of New Orleans with whiskey and homemade banana bread, gently cajoling him into appointing me Director of Mass Transit when he assumes office. We discussed matters ranging from the proper means of disciplining a child (I took the position that all children are free, he that they could use a stern talking-to now and then) to the need for greater creativity in the nation’s Giant Roadside Sculptures. I forced him to drink his whiskey from a teacup, ostensibly because the glasses were out being washed but really as a means of asserting small powers over him.

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