Thursday, August 9, 2012

My Visit with Prez Clinton


So here is how it all went down. I picked Cathy up at her house around 3pm and we drove to Roanoke. I made sure not to bring really much of anything except one of my lightest messenger bags with knitting, the drivers license, and a credit card. I didn't want to be bogged down by alot of weight... I just knew we'd be waiting in line a long time. So we get to Center in the Square and find a handicap spot relatively close to where we needed to be. As we are getting out of the car, Cathy gets her crutches (she decides against the wheelchair) from the back seat and a sweater she had thrown back there. She turns around and hands me the sweater. "Carry this for me. Thanks" The sweater was a full length car coat made out of hard core wool and weighed close to 75 pounds. She's a cripple. Who am I to say no? But I wasn't happy about it.

So it's 85 degrees still outside and we are waiting in line going on 2 hours now. Cathy is sitting in a chair the Obama people got for her and I'm standing holding this Eskimo coat. 2.5 hours later, they escort us to the Handicap section and seat us directly next to...the speakers. Now, after this event, I would then become officially handicapped. Completely and totally deaf. The music and voices coming through the speakers were like a knife piercing my inner ear drum. I really feared for the future and the future of my ear canal. Desperately, sensing Cathy's despair along with mine, I rummaged around in my bag for something like paper to shove in our ears. At the very bottom of my bag, found a tampon (unused). I tore open the wrapper and shredded up the cotton part of it and we both shoved it into our ears. We were better after that.

My observations of the evening were that Bill...he is very good at getting his point across to simple minded folk. He speaks plain english and speaks slowly. After he spoke for about 15 minutes, he went down the fence and shook our hands. I was struck at how much younger, thinner, more fit, and better looking in person he was. Still ruddy faced, but he looked no older then 45. All in all, I'm glad I saw him and listened to him. I'll never doubt his love for Obama again.

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