Me and the General’s Squeeze


Paula Broadwell was one of our own!

The woman who helped end CIA boss David Petraeus’ once-stellar public service career spent a few years in the posh environs of Cambridge’s Huron Village.

Paula Broadwell was still known as Paula Kranz when she first rented an apartment in a two-family home at the intersection of Fayerweather and Field streets in 2005, records show.

At that time she was studying for a master’s degree in public policy at Harvard’s Kennedy School of Government.

She met military leader Gen. David Petraeus in 2006, when he spoke at Harvard University. Broadwell, a West Point graduate, told him of her interest in counterterrorism and counterinsurgency, and he gave her his business card and offered to help.

By 2007, a neighbor said, Broadwell, her radiologist husband Scott and their baby boy had moved a few blocks away, to Alpine Street, in the neighborhood tucked behind Harvard Square and filled with gracious Victorians, bakeries, boutiques and cafes.

I know that neighborhood! There’s a fancy gourmet food shop there called Formaggio. It’s noted for its famous cheese cave.

My taste in cheese pretty much ends at pepper jack (for quesadillas) and grated part-skim mozzarella (for pizza), but I’ve been to Formaggio. You want the stinky, runny cheese from the most obscure region of France, and they’ve got it.

I’m racking my mind to remember if I may have run into the future Mata Hari there.

BTL: Excuse me, are you next?

PB: If by next, you mean we’re holding prisoners in a CIA prison in Benghazi, Libya, yes.

BTL: Beg pardon?

PB: Not that I’m sleeping with a married three-star general or anything.

BTL: No, uh, of course not. I was just wondering if they had any époisses here.

PB: Oh, they have everything here. Except for stealth helicopters ideal for midnight raids on Al Qaeda compounds deep in Pakistan, that is. They don’t have those. Though someone might…

BTL: Really?

PB: A girl doesn’t kiss and tell! Let me just say I wouldn’t want to be anyone whose name rhymes with Bahama Gin Sodden. Such a person better not buy any green bananas.

BTL: Good to know. I believe it’s your turn.

PB: Oh, I’m not in line. I’m just here to sell my book, a biography of that stud-muffin, General David Petraeus.

BTL: The military guy with the Maginot Line of a comb-over? He’s worth a biography?

PB: He will be when I’m done with him.

BTL: I guess I’m next. May I have a package of Kraft mild cheddar? The one with the slices individually wrapped?

But it’s just not coming to me. I guess it never happened.


  1. judi said,

    November 13, 2012 @ 9:41 am

    ha thank you!

  2. Saul Levy said,

    November 13, 2012 @ 4:20 pm

    Kraft cheese? Yuck!

    Do they have any really good Havarti?

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