My brush with James Carville

I was recently sitting in a restaurant called The Monocle in Washington DC, and in walked the “Ragin’ Cajun”, James Carville! A bunch of Kerry staffers who were sitting in the bar burst out in applause.

Anyone who knows who he is would recognize him immediately. First, he’s nearly bald, except for some graying patches around the ears. He rather reminds me of a character from Star Wars. Maybe a little like Yoda, with the wisdom that goes with it? I jumped up from my chair, not really knowing what to say, extended my hand, and asked if he would stand for a photo. He graciously agreed with such a Louisiana drawl that I almost giggled. It was my brush with political greatness, at least to some.