You know there’s one gal I left off the list because it’s still to painful too bring up. I, uh, thought I’d be over it now but I’m not. We used to sit up talking about our hopes and our dreams, and she’s the only one I’d stay up past 10 o’clock for. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, but this one was special. What we had was something animal. Something crazy. Something raw. Condi was my rock. I miss her dearly. My little San Francisco treat. My little rice-a-roni. - You’re Welcome America: A Final Night with George W. Bush