In the fall, DaughterGeeding’s class wrote letters to President Trump. Yesterday, they got a small package in the mail from the White House. It included a signed letter from the President, a copy of the Declaration of Independence, a copy of the Bill of Rights, and red and white “Make America Great Again” rubber wristbands for everyone in the class.
Okay, that last item wasn’t included. I totally made that up.
DaughterGeeding was in amazement that President Trump actually signed the letter. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that’s not his actual signature. It would have been too much, considering two days earlier she found out the Easter Bunner isn’t real.
Okay, I made that Easter Bunny thing up. She actually never believed in the Easter Bunny, at least I don’t think she ever did.
I mentioned way back when that DaughterGeeding isn’t a fan of President Trump ever since the “No More Oreos” speech, and later, other things. Since she was so impressed with his signed letter, I asked her if she was now a fan of the president. She told me no, that she could appreciate the letter and respect his leadership role but still didn’t have to like the guy.
It is believed that Harry S. Truman was the first president to make use of the autopen. Also, the “S” in Truman’s name doesn’t stand for anything other than just the letter. There’s some proper grammar debate as to whether or not a period should be included after the “S” when referring to the former president’s full name. Since Truman included it in his signature, most editors agree it should be included in an official capacity. As for why his parents gave him that initial for his middle name, he said it was a compromise between the names of his grandfathers, Anderson Shipp Truman and Solomon Young.
I’ve never watched Footloose, the original or the remake.
CBS News recently interviewed MLK’s children. Two things stood out:
MLK III said, “We’ve sort of dumbed down Dad to some degree.” It was neatly strange to hear someone refer to such an iconic figure simply as “Dad”.
If you watch the video and see her eyes, you just swell up with sorrow for her:
“What I vividly remember is the day of the funeral,” Bernice said. “I’m sitting right on the corner here at Ebenezer, I’m in my mother’s lap, and mom said he couldn’t speak to me, but a child knows the dad’s voice and if you look at the film I’m looking around like this, like where is he? So I remember that to this day, in this sanctuary.”
One thing which always stood out to me about that iconic MLK assassination photo, both his feet were under the railing. Here are other pictures from that night, the most macabre would be the man cleaning up King’s blood and saving some in a jar.
Early morning evening April four Shot rings out in the Memphis sky Free at last, they took your life They could not take your pride…