Before you get too excited, I didn’t see him up close. We didn’t have a beer. He didn’t ask for my opinions on health care reform. But I’m still pretty excited.
President Obama had one of his town hall meetings at the high school two blocks from our house. I’d have given anything to attend (well, not anything, scalpers were selling free tickets on Craigslist for a few hundred, but that’s just wrong), but the tickets were gone before I even knew he was coming. So I had to content myself with walking Ozzie up to the school in the hopes of catching a glimpse, and praying the motorcade wouldn’t drive in the back way.
Unfortunately, we had to walk past the usual contingents of protesters, insisting that the world would come to an end and communists would rule the earth if the health care reform bill was passed. Note to protesters–a society is judged by the way it treats its least fortunate members. But I digress. Not five minutes after we arrived, we heard the roar of motorcycles down the street, affirming that we had, indeed, picked the correct corner. And suddenly, there he was, smiling and waving from the back seat of his car. Right at me. And then…gone. Put me in a terriffic, uplifted, inspired mood for the rest of the day, though.
And what does this girl do when she’s been inspired? She goes home and makes a Fobot, of course! Meet the Fobot of the Week, “Robama”. Pool ball, denture powder tin (no special significance there…except that it’s “HOPE” brand!), sash lock, ignition wrenches, clock parts, hydraulic fittings and buttonhole templates. Oh, and the scroll in his hand? It’s the constitution. Or maybe a health care reform bill.
Robama will not be coming to the St. Louis Art Fair. Why, you ask? Because he’s coming to the Bethesda Row Art Festival in Bethesda, Maryland, outside of Washington DC. Just found out that we’ll be exhibiting there October 18-19, and I’m thinking he’ll find a home with a nice political family. Wouldn’t it be awesome if that home had two little girls and a dog named Bo, too?