As Fitzgerald wrote about the Rich 'They are different from you and me.' And if he had written about the Powerful, he might have added 'completely'. Welcome to Washington's Cosmos Club- watering hole to the power elite. A private club founded in 1878 by John Wesley Powell and men only until the 1980's, it may be musty and fusty but it's where the Players play. Like the intimidating job interview where the boss sits behind a desk made from an entire redwood tree and you try to stay composed on your wobbly balsa wood stool with one short leg - you get cut down to size as you pass through the corridor of Worthies. Scores of members pictures on one side who have won Pulitzers and scores of members pictures on the other who have won Nobels.

Well, I did the heavy lifting for you, breathed their air and ate their food and emerged ... with a napkin. If it's not bolted down we presume that it's a complimentary gift. Yes, it may be a grand vestige of the Gilded Age and the world may have turned upside down with 'ethnics' but by God we'll be tidy!

Presenting a genuine Cosmos Club paper napkin, never used (I drank my dinner), for you. Nice- has our old friend the Illuminati Eyeball fresh from a stint atop the pyramid on the one dollar bill showing up. Perk up that dinner conversation with a little 'Cosmos-politianism'. Measures 4.5 X 8 inches. Smells like Power.