In 1992, as Bill Clinton's
presidential election neared its close, my wife and I spoke to the candidate's former chief of staff, Betsey Wright. She headed the “bimbo patrol” — the fleet of private detectives who tracked down women
who had affairs with Bill to shut them up. “Don’t worry, they’re safe,” she assured us. “Maybe get a safe deposit box,” I ventured. “Safe deposit box? A basketball court would be more like it!” she sneered.