Apparently time indeed wounds all heels:
Fall From Power: Rumsfeld Relegated to Riding the Bus
Schadenfreude aside, this story reminds me of that day when an elderly man bumped into me on Connecticut Avenue in D.C., near the corner of K Street. He doddered, and I grasped his shoulders to steady him. He avoided eye contact and brushed past me, harrumphing a quiet apology to the air. I paused and double-took. Goddamn if that wasn't Robert McNamara, JFK's & Lyndon Johnson's defense secretary, the so-called architect of the Vietnam War.
I entertained the notion of grabbing him again, only this time to conduct a citizen's arrest. Shaking my head, I walked on.