The Unforgettable Work of Art
Thursday, September 29, 2005
"What was going on in there tonight?" said Hudnik, the taxi driver.
I was leaving the French Embassy.
"A party for the Brady Center," I said.
"Marcia?" asked Hudnik. "No, Jim," I said. "And Art."
"Marcia was the blonde with legs," said Hudnik. "Who's Jim? And what's his thing with French art?"
"No, Art is a person," I said. "Art Buchwald. He's the one with the thing for the French. Don't you read his column? He's been writing it forever, 50 years or something. It's in 100 papers."
"Who can read 100 papers?" said Hudnik. "I can hardly get through The Washington Post."
We started down Reservoir Road. "I don't like this guy Mark Souder," he grumbled.
"Well, he wasn't at the party," I said. "Why don't you like him?"
"Because he's the guy in Congress who came up with this bright idea to get rid of this law here in the District banning handguns," said Hudnik. "That happens, I figure my chances getting shot out here are even better."
"Art says he's moving to Florida," I said, "because Jeb Bush has signed that Shoot First law down there. You know, if someone is going to shoot you, you can shoot him first? Art says that when he gets to Florida, and all those old people are standing in line for the Early Bird Special, under the law he can now say, 'Get back in line or you are a dead senior citizen!' "
Hudnik jerked the wheel suddenly. "I don't like this Art, either," he said.