December 28, 1996 in City  First Hustler Cashes In With No-Tell
Motel On The Potomac  Sandy Grady Knight-Ridder  Every time I
drive past the Lincoln Memorial these winter nights, I’m
relieved that Abe’s majestic statue isn’t flashing red neon:
“THIS SPACE FOR SALE SEE BILL CLINTON.”  If Clinton can rent out
Abe’s bedroom in the White House to any tycoon with a fistful of
cash, nothing’s sacred.  Sure, we’ve had an avalanche of post-
election exposes about Democrats’ money madness - wads of dough
in manila envelopes, tales of Clinton’s working his tin cup
coast to coast. But nothing strikes me as being as tackily
offensive as Clinton’s dangling a night in the Lincoln Bedroom
to big-buck contributors.  Might as well stick a sign on the
roof: “FAT CAT HOTEL $350,000 A NIGHT, WE THROW IN BREAKFAST.”
That’s roughly the price a Democratic donor raised for a flop in
Lincoln’s room - although Clinton often tossed in a round of
golf and a state dinner for biggies. Cynical Clinton aides
called it “Motel Six.”  Accordin