August 5th, 2010
09:52 AM ET

Letters to the President #563: 'Well, well...the well is closed at last'

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AC360° Correspondent

Reporter's Note: President Obama celebrated his birthday and I forgot to send a card. This is so embarrassing. But then, he never writes back to me, and I’ve sent more than 500 letters…shouldn’t that kind of even out?

Dear Mr. President,

I can’t believe I missed your birthday! I am so sorry. About as sorry as I am about this continuing kerfuffle over where you were born. I understand that some folks just can’t let go of this notion that somehow you illegally took the office, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, but I can’t help but wonder: What do they think would happen even if that were the case? That you’d be thrown out?

Despite all the turmoil you have faced and the very real complaints some folks have with your politics and policies, I think if you whipped out a copy of a birth certificate that plainly showed you were from another planet at this point we would still be hard pressed as a nation to push a sitting Chief Executive out of the chair.

Anyway, sorry again for missing your birthday. When I get home, give me a buzz and we’ll go on a Krispy Kreme run to celebrate belatedly.
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Speaking of runs, I want to tell you what I did this morning. As part of my continuing quest to get ready for my half marathon next month, I’ve been taking some long runs down here this week. I start around dawn to avoid the worst heat. This morning, I wound my way through the French Quarter over to Esplanade Avenue, and turned away from the river to run deeper into town. It was really so lovely trotting past all these cool old houses on my way up to City Park. Many of them have “for sale” or “for rent” signs, so I spent a lot of time imagining what I would do with each one. I passed the place where Edgar Degas painted for a year or so and I stopped to read the plaque outside.

People smiled and said hello, and the miles wound away. I saw a lot of cats in windows, and many old landmarks that reminded me of my years living here, and made me think about doing so again.

Out in the park I circled the Art Museum (which is quite nice, if you ever get a chance to visit,) passed the pavilion where my band played its last gig (last song: Let’s Go), and cut over the bayou as I headed back. It was about an eight mile loop and by the time I reached the Quarter again, I was sweating like Secretariat. I bought a bag of fruit from a street vendor; a banana, an apple, and three plums for two dollars and starting eating them while I walked and cooled down. I had read before starting that the oil well in the Gulf had finally been killed, and I was pleased by the news. Then, walking through the Quarter, basking in the still early morning glow of this glorious city, I heard distant church bells playing Now Thank We All Our God. No kidding. And I thought, yes, that seems about right.



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  1. C

    Mr. Foreman,
    A half marathon huh? That sounds great! I too have been running even earlier in the day because of this wretched heat. August air is literally heavy with heat these days. I'm sure New Orleans would be quite a picturesque place to jog.

    It was refreshing to hear about your peaceful morning and that all that was needed to solve the oil spill was some of that all natural mud.


    August 5, 2010 at 10:30 am |
  2. just_jotter

    Sounds as if your day has gotten off to a wonderful beginning, Tom. Thanks for sharing; now mine has as well. Ah, New Orleans.

    August 5, 2010 at 10:29 am |