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Wedding bells
By Wendy White Polk |
There’s a big wedding next weekend that I’m hoping to attend. After all, I knew the groom before he was even born. I babysat him when he was a toddler, and once, when we were visiting his parents, I even slept in his bed.
But still, my invitation to the political wedding of the year has yet to materialize. Of course, I’m talking about Chelsea Clinton’s wedding. You may have heard of her parents. The groom is a handsome young man named Marc. I knew his parents.
His mother was a TV reporter at the station I worked at in Washington, D.C., until she decided to run for Congress, and won. That part of her career lasted just two years.
She was the House member who cast the deciding vote ensuring passage of then-President Bill Clinton’s 1993 budget. The next year, her constituents decided not to vote for her.
As a reporter, she had a knack for getting people to talk to her when they probably shouldn’t, which made for great TV.
When a boy went missing from a Northern Virginia neighborhood, she convinced family members to talk to her, and her alone.
And that’s why I ended up watching a toddler named Marc in the newsroom one night so his mother could go to the neighborhood where the body of the missing boy had just been found. In his backyard.
Anyway, a few years earlier, she had married a Midwest congressman who eventually ended up in jail, and they ended up divorced.
But before that, when our son was just a baby, my husband and I went to visit the reporter and her husband in Pennsylvania. Marc and his younger brother were away and we stayed in their bedroom.
But about this wedding. I hear the invitations don’t even tell you where it’s going to be, because of security, you know. All it says is make sure you are in the Greater New York area next weekend. Hope I can get a flight.
From what I read, invited guests, no matter how well connected they are politically, must have a connection to the bride or the groom.
Well, I’m sure Marc remembers the nice lady in the noisy newsroom who offered him leftover Chinese food when he was a toddler.
Now I just have to figure out what to get as a gift. Think they’re registered at Target?
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