LizardBreath reads Charlie Rangel's memoir and comes back with a great anecdote:
I just read Rangel's memoir, Haven't Had A Bad Day Since, the other week, and it had a good story about his getting hired as an AUSA. Rangel grew up as a tough kid in Harlem, with a whole bunch of sketchy friends. To be an AUSA, you have to get vetted by the FBI. Rangel's vetting wasn't going through, and he finally asked what the problem was: he found out that the FBI hadn't been able to confirm that he actually lived at his Harlem address. He had no idea how this could be -- he'd lived pretty much the same place all his life.He then ran into a couple of his friends, who asked: "Charlie, what did you do? The FBI's been asking about you for weeks. Don't worry, though. Everyone said they didn't know you and you certainly don't live around here."
