. . . and enjoying the heck out of The Shake Joint with Sean and Folly this morning.
Mrs. P and I were in Maine last week. We were dining at a restaurant one night when I glanced at the front door, and who should come (quite literally) rolling in, but President Bush and Barbara -- he in wheelchair and neckbrace, she with a walker and trademark pearls. They passed by our table and sat about 20 feet from us, and the Secret Service guys were all sitting at the next table. They dined with another couple and seemed to have a fine time.
I did overhear the President say that he'd like to hear more Dave Lane now that the Orphanage is hors de combat, but in general he thought the Ticket weekend changes were working pretty well.
Cue Vivaldi.
Thanks to the Confessor for some solid offerings this past week.
