Well, this Donna will be on a business trip
tonight--I will be in Cleveland, at the Gund, asking dear
Mr. Paul Hewson if he would deign to do me the honor
of being my don. Even though I know the don has no
power in this arrangement, Mr. Hewson can bring in all
kinds of Irish muscle...
Yeah, yeah. All that,
and I'm going to see U2 tonight:).
And to my
dear sister Susan--this third consigliere should also
be a cunning linguist--we oughta keep it in the
family:).
Stephanie, contemplating various types of Irish muscle.