Barack Obama just rode past my house in a presidential limousine.
Seriously. He’s slated as Guest Speaker at today’s Coast Guard Academy graduation ceremony taking place two-and-a-half miles down the road.
I missed attending the ceremony by thismuch. My friend Jake (who I wrote about the other day) would be graduating today if he had stayed in the Coast Guard instead of opting for the Army. If Jake had remained in New London, I would be sitting in the bleachers right now, waiting to see President Obama in person and hear him speak. But I’m not.
Thanks a lot, Jake.
Just kidding. It’s okay. I’d have liked to see Mister Obama, sure, but it’s not imperative. I’d much rather have him over for tea, make some oatmeal scones to go alongside, tell him to put his feet up and take a load off. Maybe gift him with a copy of my book.
(If there was ever a man in the world who deserved a little escapism through fantasy, it’s him.)
When the first motorcycle cop went by, and the roar of helicopters began overhead, I stood at the dining room window and waited, and waved as the President’s car went by. Hi, Mister Obama. Welcome to Connecticut. I had thought about going outside earlier, hanging out in the yard and waiting by the end of the driveway, but who the heck wants to look suspicious to the Secret Service? Not me.
I’m not much into celebrity, anyway. I’ve never quite understood it. Seems we make gods and goddesses out of those we think are better than us or more talented or smarter or more beautiful.
It’s all rubbish.
We’re all golden. So-called celebrities are just as flawed as the rest of us (although they — sometimes — hide it better). We hold as much potential as they. Could we do what they do? Sure, we could. We might not want to, but we have the potential. We may not believe we can (and therein lies the rub), but CAN we? You bet.
I hope things go well today. I hope the protesters of one sort or another stay away (fat chance). I hope no one boos the President. I hope he apologizes for dissing the USCG earlier this year. And (what the heck), I hope he stops by later looking for a cup of tea and a hot scone.
I can do that.