Vineyard Confidential
Chelsea Clinton
The most famous Vineyard visitor we never recognize.
I have my own Chelsea story but I’ll save it for last because . . . because it’s embarrassing, that’s why. It’s an “Oh God, I can’t believe I did that!” kind of riff, like tales about the time the hook wrapped around one's teen neck for shoplifting do-dads. So Chelsea has vacayed on our Island many times, virtually every summer with her parents, whether her father was a sitting president or a standing and schmoozing one. This is a girl who since the age of four has possessed the potential to be blazingly famous. Instead she’s the anti-Paris Hilton; a young lady in a kingpin position – or perhaps princesspin is more apt – so ingeniously protected from the spotlight, you would fail to recognize her if she stepped right up to you and …
Michael West
12:37 pm on Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Perhaps Chelsea was practicing the virtue of doing one thing at a time and wanted only one book. Or, maybe, her TBR pile towered high above her bed and she was afraid of the tower of Babel tumbling down on her as she slept. Or maybe she didn't have the cash to pay her boyfriend back... more ›