Hookergate

A hooker happy ex-governor and his trashy call girl. Who'd have thought that's what it would take to make me homesick? I'd give my right nut, if I had one, to have been in Albany covering the aftermath.

The whole scandal--which came so quickly (har har)--shocked the pants off me and everyone else who has ever heard of Eliot Spitzer. Once hailed as practically the Messiah, arrived to hail the 5th Kingdom here in New York. The King among Men to tame the other two men in the room. He would bring an end to the fat and lazy ways of Albany and usher in a new era of...well anyway...His reputation always has and now always will precede him. But the biggest shocker for me turned out to be the realization of MY role in the whole thing. No, I'm not a hooker, Ma. Just observe this screen shot from the AP video sent out over the worldwide newswires:




And in case you were doubting that there would be any other reporter in the press gaggle wearing a hot pink Kenneth Cole jacket, here's a photo taken a year ago during the original press conference in Westchester. The footage came from the Governor's one chance to have declared a state of emergency, after devastating and wholly unexpected floods in Westchester.



I honestly don't remember what happened to that coat. I actually went out and bought an electric blue one to replace the void in my heart.