One day, quite a few years ago, I was having lunch with my Iranian friend, Rudy Alam, who was attending the University of Pennsylvania, and who was the daughter of the then Prime Minster of Iran. It was a student hangout, and a waitress recognized her. "Well, I guess you’ll be going home to Iraq for summer vacation," she said amiably. "Iran," Rudy said. To which the waitress replied: "Oh well, whatever." Oh well, indeed. Rudy’s father was prime minister of Iran because the Shah was on the Peacock throne thanks to Kermit Roosevelt, the CIA station chief in Teheran, … Continue reading Dessert Storm