“Keep your friends close, but visit the Republican Caucus every few months.” Don Barack “Corleone” Obama
As the staff at the Renaissance Baltimore Harborplace Hotel were attempting to best configure the seating arrangements for the sit-down between the Republican Caucus and the Capo Di Tutti Capi of Pennsylvania Avenue, my crew and I were enjoying pints at Mahaffey’s Pub in the gentrified Canton section of “Charm City.” This historic meeting between the President and the “loyal opposition” seems to have been the first stop on Mr. Obama’s “Got Dem Beleaguered Beltway Lack of Bipartisanship Blues” tour of 2010.
While the early response to the Baltimore bilateral beef session seems to hold some promise of yielding a rare bit of legislative cooperation, I still would have opted against the formal downtown setting in favor of a more welcoming neighborhood locale - and Mahaffey’s would have been the perfect choice.
This gem of a tavern sets the standard for big tent camaraderie and hospitality. It offers a remarkable selection of beer, and with three 10-ounce drafts for only $4 every day during “Happy Hour” – Mahaffey’s has achieved affordable healthcare and effective stimulus in true bipartisan fashion.
“Some day, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me. But uh, until that day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter’s wedding day.” Some future presidential deal for that one elusive Republican vote.





As the American media shifts its myopic view away from the tragedy in Haiti for the next two days, and focuses on the potential earth-shaking Democratic debacle in Massachusetts, the President probably wishes that he would have thrown a few more ”Beer Summits” for the good citizens of the commonwealth during the last few months. Because it now seems likely that as the Democrats muster their forces in Lexington, Concord and elsewhere throughout that so-called bastion of liberality, the faltering campaign of Martha Coakley will fall victim to another “Tea Party.”






















For years I’ve fretted over the wellbeing of these two lost souls that were seemingly abandoned on the side of Route 341 just south of Silver City, Nevada. Who could they be, and for God’s sake where were their parents? Well part of that mystery was solved during a recent trip to the Finger Lakes region of New York State.
So after several sips and bit of a scolding, I reminded pop about his kids rusting in the hot Nevada desert. He promised to take responsibility, but that would be predicated on whiskey sales. So please pay a visit to 
