The Whitest, Malest White Male in All Creation

A milestone of dubious value was reached today when my stay-at-home wife called and left a message for me with my female assistant. It was actually written down on a telephone-message pad, which I will save forever as proof of my white-male-ness.

Though neither the call nor the message concerned either a cup of coffee or a Martini, this event did lead me to conclude that I'm definitely voting for Ike in '52. Us white guys have to stick together.