A half-hour ago we were settling down to spend some time with Ben & Jerry when the telephone rang. It was my son Dylan saying, "Come quickly! The President is driving by!" Francesca and I rushed down the street to greet the man we voted for three years ago.
Light flashed everywhere as streets were blocked for the thirty-car motorcade. As it quickly sped by we wondered if Mr. Obama could see us waving. Was he in one of the black limos? armored cars? Maybe having fun driving one of the many motorcycles?
We were ready to share our ice cream with him had he taken a left on Palmetto Avenue.
Three minutes later the line of cars and flashing lights were gone. A neighbor said he was headed to $36,000 a plate fundraiser in a South Grove home. Whatever. We still have half a pint of Chunky Monkey if he changes his mind.