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Before You Go, One Last KissBy Jim SimmonPublished on January 08, 1998The call came late in the evening, when I was dead to the world, but I quickly snapped to when that familiar voice came through the answering machine. It was Elyse. We hadn't talked since our beer-fueled trip to Kingwood last spring, when she had single-handedly turned the tide of opinion up there in favor of her husband. Now she had an offer: Would I like to drop by the Huntingdon for an "exclusive" one-on-two interview with her and Bob, just in case the Press was putting together a retrospective story on the "Lanier years"? "We've had just about every journalist in town over, but Bob has been enjoying the coverage so much that we thought we'd even let you in for an interview," Elyse explained. "And besides, Bob's sort of been at loose ends since the Brown xx inaugural, and to tell you the truth, he's had a little trouble getting to sleep at night. So how about it? Please?" How could I refuse? It wasn't long before I was at the Huntingdon, where I followed Elyse's precise instructions about entering the building without being seen and taking the service elevator to the penthouse. A few minutes later, I was seated in the ex-mayor's study, enjoying an Olde English "800" ("I remembered that's your 'brand,' " said Elyse) while the formerly first couple shared a tall Frappuccino. Bob was leaning back in his chair, his outsized cowboy boots propped up on his desk. "He looks just like a real Texan, doesn't he?" Elyse observed admiringly. After some small talk about the Bob memorabilia scattered about the condo, the interview began: Houston Press: Before we really get started, I just want to tell you, Bob, that you've been the greatest mayor in Houston's history --well, maybe the greatest mayor in the whole history of Christendom -- right up there with Fiorello LaGuardia, Richard Daley, Boss Tweed, Sam Yorty, Victor Schiro, Titus Flavius.... And I think I speak for the entire Houston news media when I say that. Bob: That's my sense of it. HP: So true, so true. And the glamour -- I mean, the hair, the makeup, the jewelry.... And Elyse, you haven't been looking too shabby yourself. Elyse: Thanks so much! Elyse: Oh, my God! Yuck! Can you believe the way she horned in on the spotlight at Brown's inaugural?! HP: ... you people brought a real sense of style to City Hall. Ya'll just oozed glamour, till it ran down your chins and dribbled on the table. Elyse: Didn't we! Bob: Fire away! Now, let's to turn to crime --the same anonymous critics who've carped about your fiscal policies also note that while Houston's crime rate has indeed dropped precipitously since what's-her-name, your predecessor, left office, it's dropped all over the country, and for you to take more than marginal credit for the local decline is like the rooster claiming his crowing brought the sun up. So here's my question: Wouldn't you agree that people who say that are jerks who have no idea what they're talking about? Bob: That's my sense of it, totally. Luck had nothing to do with it.
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