My Conversation With Hillary Clinton's Mother
I just rode up the elevator at my hotel with Dorothy Rodham, Hillary Clinton's mother. I didn't recognize her. It was around 10:30 pm. I was waiting for the elevator to go up to my room with my laptop in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other. She walked up with a young woman holding her arm -- they were bundled up and had just come in from outside.
I wondered if she might be Helen Thomas, but aside from the age similarity, they looked nothing alike. Since I didn't recognize her, I stopped paying attention. Then she and her companion made a comment to each other about how cold it was outside. Being polite, I chimed in. Here's the conversation that followed:
Me: It is cold. A glass of brandy really helps (I lift my glass to them.)
Dorothy Rodham: (Laughs, then says): You look so familiar. Are you on MTV?
Me: (Very perplexed, partly because I wish I looked young enough to be on MTV but more because I can't imagine this elderly woman watches MTV): I'm Jeralyn Merritt. I'm a legal analyst but not on MTV.
Mrs. Rodham: That must be why I know you. You look so Irish.
Me: Oh...only I'm not Irish.
Mrs. Rodham: Well, those eyes, they're so green. You look so Irish.
The elevator arrives, we get in. [More...]
Me: Where are you from?
Mrs. Rodham: D.C.
Me: Oh, are you a writer?
Mrs. Rodham: No, I'm just visiting. (she says with a laugh and smiling eyes)
Companion: (Squeezes her arm, laughs and says:) "Yes, we're just visiting."
The elevator stops and I look to see what floor we are on. It's my floor. I look to see where she's going and see it's the floor where the Clintons are staying. By the time I walk the 50 steps to my room, I realize I just had a conversation with Hillary Clinton's mother, Dorothy Rodham.
I kick myself for not realizing it immediately. Then I think to myself what a better story this would have been if only she had said, "Brandy... what a great idea, I'm going to have one too."
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