Reporter's Note: President Obama doesn't always seem to be getting enough sleep, which I suppose makes sense. I worry about the house catching on fire or a burglar breaking in, he has to worry about the Iranians blowing something up. Well, we all have our burdens, don’t we?
Tom Foreman | BIO
Dear Mr. President,
As you probably noticed, it's a rainy morning here. I listened to the clouds settling in all night. Cold, wet, fall rain, pushing the leaves down into the streets, leaving them flat and sodden; not at all crisp and rustly, the way autumn leaves are supposed to be.
Maybe that explains my particularly unusual dreams. Among other things (and I am absolutely not joking,) I dreamed about studying a map of the Caucasus region; arguing with Bruce Springsteen in a deserted parking lot before he drove off in a huff, and looking around some old, beat up, empty racquetball courts with my wife. Probably that Springsteen thing jumps out at you, but not for me. I have had dozens of celebrities make cameos in my dreams over the years, and not necessarily celebs that I have actually met. I have ridden a bus with Michael Jackson over an island covered with seals. I've played guitar with Larraine Newman. And I seem to recall John Candy appearing quite lively in dreamland once long after he had passed away.
You, on the other hand, have never shown up. Where have you been? You certainly seem to be getting all around the country during the days, seems like you could make at least an imaginary visit in my unconscious hours. Kind of like the imaginary phone calls I keep getting from you. Ahem. (Seriously, call me. It won't take that long, and trust me, you'll find it worthwhile. I'm a good person to talk with.)
Actually, you probably should have stopped by this morning. My wife and I went out to run a few errands in the early Saturday light and found a Starbucks with pumpkin scones! I don't drink coffee and I'm not much of a scone fan, but our elder daughter loves them, so we came home and awakened her with hot chocolate and one of our prizes and she was delighted. She has a long day of working on her college applications ahead, so we were happy to give her a boost. The younger daughter could have joined in the party, but she spent the night at a friend's house, so that's her loss.
How was your visit to Texas? The last time I was in College Station, I too spent the day with the first President Bush. He and I walked all through his library and he told me all sorts of stories about his days in office. We talked about other presidents, other politicians, all sorts of things. It was a good time. I guess when I say I'm a good person to talk to, that's part of what I mean: I'm not very impressed with presidents, or celebrities, or the rich and powerful. I figure we're all just Americans trying to do our jobs, and through a combination of talent, intelligence, hard work, and luck, some of us wind up running gas stations, some end up as reporters, some mop floors, and some become presidents. And yet we all deserve the same respect; the same rights.
And that's how I talk with people. I think it has made me a pretty good interviewer, and a pretty good friend to those I get to know well. Anyway, I'm rambling a bit. Need to go pick up the younger one and figure out what the rest of this wet day brings. Maybe I'll take a nap, listen to the rain fall, and dream some more.
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