So back before I held the lofty position of book editor, I was a copy editor for the Herald's community news desk, a slave ship we liked to call "Neighbors." Actually before I was a copy editor I was a carnival roustabout, but before that I was in a band...but more on that later.
Anyway, an extremely disturbed friend of mine gave me these stuffed frogs that she'd picked up in Nogales, Mexico, on what I assume was a drugrunning trip (OK, fine, maybe she was just down there for the tequila, but it sounds fishy to me). When I say frogs, I mean REAL frogs stuffed with, like, sawdust, posed in various positions. So I put these hideous things on my desk at work to cheer us up as we toiled 14 hours a day analyzing school lunch menus and honor roll lists.
Another even more disturbed friend and co-worker (now a powerful editor at the Herald whose name I will not divulge) started DRESSING UP THE FROGS. And by dressing them up I mean, making CLOTHES FOR THE FROGS. For different holidays. Santa hats for Christmas. Bunny ears for Easter. Wedding gowns for June.
So life on Neighbors is pretty uneventful, until one day an extremely important person in the Clinton administration, say, THE SECRETARY OF STATE, is meeting with the editorial board, and she comes walking past my desk on her way to the elevator, Secret Service agents in tow. And there are the frogs in their garish finery, and the Secretary does a slow doubletake, as in, "What in God's name is that, and why would anyone have that on their desk? and why haven't we invented Homeland Security yet so I could have this person shipped off to Guantanamo?"
This is a long way of telling you that the world has come full circle. Earlier this week I spoke with former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright about her new book Memo to the President Elect. I elected not speak with her about the frogs. I'm hoping she's forgotten all about them.
Read my Q and A with Madame Secretary here.
And if you want to see Secretary Albright at 7:30 Thursday at Temple Judea in the Gables (or at 12:30 Friday at the Plantation Barnes & Noble) I suggest you get there early.