Martin’s Tavern, Georgetown, Washington, D.C.
“After attending his first Cabinet meeting he went back to his mentor Sam Rayburn and told him with great enthusiasm how extraordinary they were, each brighter than the next, and that the smartest of them all was that fellow with the Stacomb on his hair from the Ford Motor Company, McNamara. “Well, Lyndon,” Mister Sam answered, “you may be right and they may be every bit as intelligent as you say, but I’d feel a whole lot better about them if just one of them had run for sheriff once.”’
On a beautiful February Sunday, we brunched in Georgetown. Luckily assigned to the “Dugout,” written right above the entrance to this section of the historic bar/restaurant [Bless you FDR for doing in Prohibition; made me a Yellow Dog], Lillian sat against the far wall with a picture of the World Champion 1924 Washington Senators above her head. We sat in this booth and talked about Mr. Sam’s wisdom.