A little birdie slipped us a note saying that one of the nicest Assistant U.S. Attorneys, Dan Howard, has finally done the math and figured out that his boss, Blackjack McIntyre, may never leave as U.S. Attorney for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
(Actually, a different little birdie–yes, we have flocks of fine feathered friends–suggests that Blackjack may be dealt a winning hand by the Senate Judiciary Committee. Like Mikey, they hate everyone, but Blackjack is that rare combination of tough-on-crime, great with the ladies that certain Senators like.)
Anyway, back to Dan. He is such a cutie-patootie (we might have brushed up against him at a recent CLE, when we both reached for the coffee stirrers) that we can’t wait to hear where he lands.
Frankly, there are two mysteries about him. One is which law firm is going to snatch him up. The other is why no one ever sees him out with a date. Of either gender. We know Blackjack works his AUSAs hard, but they still have time to breathe. And if you have time to breathe, you have time to do a little heavy breathing, if you see what we mean.
So, Dan, if you’re reading this, give me a call. Oh, crap, that’s right. I’m anonymous. Tell you what, stick a flag in your flower pot and I’ll call you!