1995: ARM-WRESTLING RUSSIA
On a late September day in 1995, I was washing the family station wagon in the driveway of our home in McLean, Virginia, when my wife called out, "Dana's on the phone for you."
Rebel brought me the phone and I heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Wheeler, there are some Russians coming by my office around four this afternoon - the Deputy Mayor of St. Petersburg and his entourage. You need to be there."
I looked at my watch. "Dana, it's two o'clock already. You sure?"
"Well, I don't know anyone who's been to Russia more than you whose opinion I can really trust. I'd really like you to be here."
How could I turn that down?
I'd known Dana Rohrabacher since we were in Youth For Reagan during Ronald Reagan's first campaign for governor of California in 1966. Now, almost 30 years later, Dana was a Member of Congress, and on the powerful International Relations Committee.
So I finished up with the car, put on the Washington costume of dark suit and tie, and motored down the George Washington Parkway to DC and Dana's office in the House Rayburn Building. The meeting went well. This was the time of Good Feelings between Boris Yeltsin's Russia and America, and there was a camaraderie between us all.
So much so that Dana suggested at the meeting's close, since he had no more meetings scheduled, why don't we all have a beer together at the Irish Times pub on the other side of Capitol Hill?
Beer? The Russians thought that was a great idea.
