
“Come on John. You are coming with me.”
The raspy voice belonged to Corinne Michel, the wife of House Minority Leader Robert Michel, and probably one of the nicest people of I have ever met.
Mrs. Michel, an avid smoker, had a wry sense of humor and very level head. The mother of four grown (and successful kids) and the wife of one of the most powerful men in Washington, Corinne could spot bullshit from a mile away.
I think she was getting a kick out of taking me out of the Capitol building and bringing me to my first (and so far in my life my only) visit to the Vice President’s residence.
I wasn’t exactly clear why we were going, but it had something to do with a woman from Peoria who died of breast cancer. We arrived at the residence, and I walked into a nicely appointed room filled with very imposing and somewhat intimidating group of professional women.
I was the only man in the room. Mrs. Michel smiled and introduced me to the Vice President’s wife. “Hello Marilyn,” she said, “This is John Feehery.” I shook her hand and Marilyn Quayle smiled. “He’s one of our top interns.” The smile disappeared and Quayle abruptly turned away and talked to somebody else.





















