IT was a breezy, bright and autumnal Wednesday in Washington – the perfect backdrop for a stroll to the White House to watch the swift demolition of the East Wing.
I heard it before I saw it: the thrum of construction equipment and a loud rat-tat-tat that could have been digging or drilling.
Already a subscriber? Log in
Get 20% OFF The Star Digital Access
Cancel anytime. Ad-free. Unlimited access with perks.
