My dad sent me an article this morning about the neighbors of the Plame/Wilsons, and said “See if you recognize a name or two in there.”
I was a bit surprised to read:
David and Victoria Tillotson knew Valerie Plame as a neighbor and friend for more than five years. Plame was, the Tillotsons believed, an international economic consultant, taking occasional trips abroad while looking after her young children in an upper-class enclave of Northwest Washington.
Then, one morning in 2003, David Tillotson read a Robert Novak column that quoted two unidentified administration officials as saying Plame was a CIA operative. ”I was stunned,” Tillotson said.
David was a a good friend of my dad’s for a long time and I’d gone to pool parties they threw for their friends and people in their neighborhood when I was a little kid. I probably met Valerie Plame at least once.
I don’t know whether to cue “It’s a Small World After All” or the theme from The Twilight Zone.
Washington. God.
Pretty much. It is nice to be 3,000+ miles away for PlameGate. Living there during the last round of Fun With Special Prosecutors was not fucking fun.