Paul E. Anna: High Points
August 13, 2009
God, I love my G-550.
It makes life so much easier. Just the other day, I was in Tokyo and I had to get back to Aspen for a soiree at the Institute with Walter and the boys from Washington. All I had to do was call my guys at the airport and have them fire up those Rolls-Royce BR710 enhanced turbofan engines, roll down the runway and bam! I’m sitting with senators in the Doerr-Hoiser 12 hours later.
And I can always take a few friends with me for a little shopping, up to 18 of them if I want. Hey, and you know those shops in Aspen could use some yen, if you know what I mean. ‘Course I like a little room for lunch so we had to leave a few of the Geishas behind on this trip.
All business, if you know what I mean.
My friend, the president (Bill still likes to be called that), rang me up a couple of weeks back and wanted to borrow the bird for his trip to North Korea to get those journalists back but, with the size of his “entourage,” I suggested he might want a bigger plane, if you know what I mean. So I told him to call our good buddy Steve Bing over at Shangri-La and get the BBJ. Bet Kim Jong Il never saw a party plane like that. It was a James Bond moment – Bill swooping in on the wildest ride in Hollywood, sweeping up those cuties and bringing them back home to that Charlie’s Angel sister.
I would have liked to do my part for America, but I think Bing’s boat was the right call, if you know what I mean.
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Anyway, the big news here in Aspen is the expanded parking area for those little planes that freed up some space for Teddy, Jerry and moi. Who knew that the stimulus money would go to such good use, if you know what I mean. When that Kenyan guy they got in the White House said he was gonna be giving out cash, who’d of thunk that taking away the long-term parking lot at the Pitkin County Airport would qualify as a “stimulus?”
Somebody must have put a bug in their ear, God bless em’, about how we’ve been sitting wing tip to wing tip out here on the tarmac during the big weekends. My pilots have complained for years that the millionaires have been taking up too much space from the billionaires when it comes to parking the heavy metal.
But this trip, things eased up a little. That parking lot where our caretaker used to leave the car when we brought him along for a little job is gone. They put in a berm and a new fence, repaved it and bam – I bet they got room for six or seven Citations in that space.
Of course, our caretaker now has to walk from clear over the other side of tarnation to get from a parking space to the private terminal, but hey, that’s why he’s got two legs, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, they only spent $4 million of the stimulus money – some say our money, but my guy says that none of it came from my UBS accounts, if you know what I mean – on the “repaving” project, so maybe there will be enough to go around and really give this economy a boost. I sure could use a little bit more stimulus of this kind.
If you know what I mean.