We sit there in a smokey bar, drink, and philosphize ... 3 wishes for the President:
She says, "I would wish upon Georgie Boy that for one day, just one day, he would have to live in Afghanistan as a woman."
Her sweet sister says, "I would wish for him that he would have to live for one day as a black kid in a Chicago ghetto ..."
I thought for a minute, and then said, "I would wish him just one thing. That for one day he would feel real love. Then maybe he would change his ways ..."
Then we sat in silence and felt the warmth (on this cold December night) of each others' company ...
-Todd