It remains to be seen, just what will come from what the press called "the Beer Summit" and the president, more accurately, said was three guys (then he invited "Silent Joe" Biden to make a fourth) having some beers 'n' pretzels. Pretzels being the snack that almost took the life of his brave predecessor, they were a natural choice for the new administration, proving that we finally have a man in the White House. Oh drat, I hit that "." before I meant to. That sentence should have continued.."we finally have a man in the White House who can chew and think at the same time." (italics mine.)
I don't know if anything will come of it. Sergeant Crowley and Professor Gates introduced their families all around and got a tour of the White House, and we have to assume there was some rapprochement, some thawing of the icy chunks on a really hot July day.But that's for those two men, and for the president, who committed a rare verbal faux pas when he characterized the Cambridge PD, to work out, n'est-ce pas?
Three French terms in one post is my limit, and I dare not add another to the potpourri. That would be maladroit. But have you ever thought of doing something like that? What was that old song by Friend And Lover..."Reach Out Of The Darkness"? ...with the verse
I knew a man that I did not care for
And then one day this man gave me a call
We sat and talked about things on our mind
And now this man he is a friend of mine
Could it happen? Could you meet up with someone who dumped you in 11th grade when they had a chance to go to the dance with someone a little cooler? (as IF!)
How about the clown who backed into your VW with his K-Car on F street that busy morning and then drove off, leaving you holding a body-and-fender bill that rivals the annual defense spending of several emerging Third World nations?
The gas station guy who wouldn't lend you a gas can, but was glad to sell you one for just ten semolians, when you ran out that hot September afternoon when you were running on fumes and hope to get to that job interview, only to sputter to an unglamorous stop along the interstate?
The surly pensioner who bangs your ankles with his shopping cart at the Stop, Shop 'n' Flop?
The drunk relative who sidles up to someone at every family gathering, pointing a meaty finger at their face, and stammers, "Let me tell you sumpin's been botherin' me 'boutchoo!"?
The former leader of the free world who duped much of the free world into invasions and incursions for purely spurious purposes, simply for the financial benefit of himself and his "base" of supporters and to rewrite the legacy of his effete father?
In that last case, better stick with "safe" snacks. But do try to get together with him, if you're ever in Dallas. And...get him to tell you the "Cheney goes 'hunting' " story! It's a blast!