I feel sorry for the President going back to visit his childhood home. No matter how far you've come, it's the bad lunch table all over again. I went back to visit St. Mildred's Academy where I was a boarder in elementary school. I almost threw up with apprehension. Suppose Sister Francisca was still alive? My convent boarding school was in Laurel, Maryland, situated between an insane asylum and the Bowie Racetrack. When the nuns took us for a walk we either watched the loonies walking a straight line and counting every step or went the other way and looked for pennies in the racetrack bleachers. The demented were allowed to roam unimpeded and often they walked with us just as they do in New York. Everyone thinks nuns are extra nice but Sister Francisca was petty and vengeful. One day, our favorite nun fell dead right in front of us on the baseball field. Some devilish thing traveled to her brain and zap.
They told us she had died when we were in the chapel for evening prayers. All that stuff comes back when you visit your childhood places. Let's be extra nice to the President when he gets back. He needs to know we're all in the same boat.
Apropos of nothing, if you look to the right of this post, you will see that I've put up a section where you can read free samples to any of my books. This seems to be a popular thing so I say give them what they want.
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