November 20, 2002 3:45 PM

Oh, to be at "an undisclosed location"

When I'm Feeling Blue, I Can Always Go To My Undisclosed Location

Don't we all want to be able to disappear sometimes, to go to a place where no one can find us and no one can know where we are? Well, if you're Dick Cheney, you can do that all you want. I think I want to be Vice-President when I grow up.

When I get to my undisclosed location, nestled somewhere between Oregon and Maine, it's like all my troubles magically disappear. Even before I get inside, as the helicopter flies over the last tree-covered hill, man-made lake, craggy mountain, or expanse of desert, and I can see the razor-wire-covered embankment come over the rise, I take a deep breath and know that everything is going to be okay.

It's like being a backup quarterback. As long as you look good on the sidelines wearing a headset and carrying clipboard, no one really cares about anything else....

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