It Was a Year of Pirates
We’re going down!
A couple of weeks ago, before the president attacked the show on Twitter, I was asked to appear on . This surprised me. I was under the impression that was a? With the ? Or, could it be … the ? After I found the studio in Rockefeller Center and was deposited in the empty green room, my anxiety continued to mount. Howard Dean bounded in, looking for a piece of fruit among the battered doughnut boxes, and bounded out. In the corridor outside, I heard producers discussing the Senate health bill. As I was led onto the set, the previous guest, Al Franken, gave me a vague, encouraging pat. I must have looked as nervous as I felt. Not just nervous—disoriented, as if I’d wandered into somebody else’s dream.
