For damn about forty years, my summer vacation occurs upon Martha’s Vineyard. For the past handful, the president and his family can say the same thing. It seems each year, our families choose the same week, in early August. And, every year, I have to try and ignore the loud mouth opinions (the president shouldn’t even take a vacation, the president is using tax payer money for vacation (hellooo), his visits cause too much traffic–like, the vineyard is so easy to whisk around in summer, when the 1st family is not there), and on it goes.
Each year, I barely pay attention–though I love the thought that Obama and I are vacationing in the same place. And, it clearly IS big enough for the both of us. 🙂 Truth is, I love seeing the Blackhawk helicopters, Air Force 1, the motorcades, the undercover special ops guys wearing goofy gingham shirts and khakis trying to look preppy, barely concealing their ear phones and holstered .44’s. It’s all peripheral fun for me–though I did feel badly for the handful of golfers that were removed from Farm Neck CC, so agents could better protect B.O. while he teed off. It also amused me when my sister-in-law was rerouted during a hike in the woods by special ops guys with automatic weapons, because she was getting too close to the property line of where they were staying–on a cliff–surrounded by woods.
This week, we were held in check on a roundabout, on Vineyard Haven-Edgartown road–as all cars had to sit idle until the 15 car motorcade drove through the intersection, returning from golf. And two days ago, we had to approach the Lookout Tavern for oysters and beer, from the opposite side of the street, because Sasha was having a “play date” next door.
Then, last night, The Obama’s had dinner in Edgartown at Alchemy, while we were a few doors down at The Port Hunter. Hundreds of people crowded the streets challenging the state troopers and the high-tech van, and the multiple black cars, and, the guys with machine guns…because they wanted to catch a glimpse when they came out from dining–and it hit me–like never before in past years; This guy is the single most powerful man walking the earth. And, I guess that is kind of bad-ass. While I peeled my dinner, and the black guy at the table next to mine ate his roasted farm-raised local chicken (“I’ve had worse” he told me–so that’s why I ordered the boiled P+E shrimp), and we both listened to the lady at his table talk about how both Obama children were at her house the day before chillin’ with her daughter–while the secret service surrounded her yard and house…I wondered, could this incredible celebrity and his wife possibly be enjoying their dinner, the same way we were.
Obama is cool with me. I’m not talking politics, I am not going there. Let the rest of the loudmouths spew what they hear on FOX and CNN and etc. I’m just saying…the most powerful man in the world, and the leader of (still) the greatest country in the world (despite all of the idiots), and, dude vacations on Martha’s Vineyard–and never has to wait in line for the ferry, or fight for a tee time. That’s pretty cool. But, I ask you… can he pull over to the side of the road, after a few at Lola’s, strip, jump into the ocean, and then drive his wet ass home in a towel and flip flops? Nope. And that sucks for him.)
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