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The mark of Cain

November 8, 2011 - Harry Eagar
As a country boy who never went out much in the big world, I have been somewhat in awe of my globetrotting children. One day my son mentioned casually that he was "going to Germany" for the weekend.

Where I grew up, people did not go to foreign countries "for the weekend."

So, isolated as I am on this little rock, I still hear things from the kids that I wouldn't know about otherwise. Not even from all the news that crosses my desk.

Case in point:

My younger daughter, when she lived in Columbia, Maryland, was administrative assistant to one of the division managers of the nation's largest food brokerage (which was in turn a subsidiary of a famously corrupt Italian firm). One day, while I was at work on Maui, I got an email from Scooter that said, as I recall, "The FBI is raiding the office and seizing the computers."

Nothing came of that in the way of criminal indictments, but I was aware that Scooter had a low opinion of the business and personal conduct of people in the food business, clients as well as some of the people she worked with.

But I was not aware that she had any contact with lobbyists until I saw the following comment on her Facebook wall yesterday:

"Can I say I'm grateful that someone from the NRA Executive level (National Restaurant Association) is finally getting called on publicly for their treatment of women. You are all smarmy and you know it!"

I haven't had a chance to quiz her about what's behind that.

UPDATE, Thursday

I was finally able to catch up with my busy No. 2 daughter to ask her what was behind her comment.

She tells me she often worked with the executives of the NRA when they cosponsored banquets and programs with her employer, and that the NRA men were hounds.

That's the outlook of the foodservice business generally, she says, and the NRA guys were worse because "they're all from Chicago."

Always propositioning her and the other women, rubbing their arms, patting their backs.

Herman Cain was gone before she encountered the NRA.


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