I was ruminating today on how many presidential inaugurations I haven't been invited to, including the one being held this Monday for President Obama.
It's not fair to count the administrations of Herbert Hoover, FDR and Harry Truman, because I wasn't old enough to vote during their years in office, possibly because voting age was pegged at 21 in those days. I was already married and a new mother in 1952 when I registered my first presidential vote for Adlai Stevenson. I thought he was simply wonderful but the country preferred Eisenhower. So much for an invite to that party.
I definitely voted for JFK in 1960. . .see the accompanying photo of the pin I wore proudly that year. Would you believe it was still in my jewelry box??? Sorry, no invitation from Jack and Jackie, nor one a few years later from Lyndon and Lady Bird.
Forget about Nixon. . although we used to get glimpses of him with his pal Bebe Reboso at their favorite restaurant on Key Biscayne. Obviously, I made no impression and the party went on without me. Not sure whether Gerald Ford actually had an inauguration. Pretty sure I wasn't on the list for Ronnie and Nancy's glamourous soiree. .ditto for Jimmy Carter's Peanut Party or Bush the 41st' Texas style shindig.. No great loss there.
I was a little put out about Bill and Hillary not noticing my vote, but then again, I'm from Florida and Lord only knows who the State went for that year. . they are probably still counting. As for George the 43rd, I think he knew Dan Quayle reaIly turned me off, so I can understand why I didn't make the list.
That brings us to Barack's first term four years ago. I had a really great dress to wear, it was the one I bought for my grandson's wedding. The good news: I can still fit into it, but apparently it's not getting an outing this year either. In all fairness, the Democratic Party did have a lottery for a ticket to the ball, but since I neglected to enter, I guess I couldn't expect to win.
So much for practicing my Gangnam Style dancing. I guess I'll just sit in bed and watch on television, like the rest of the masses.
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Saturday, January 19, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
New Year. New resolutions.
The "significant other" and I spent the first Friday of the new year at Fairchild Tropical Botanic Garden doing our usual tram tours. He drives the 68-passenger tram and we take turns talking. The most interesting part of our job for us is meeting the guests from all over the world who visit the Garden. Our "payment" for our volunteer work comes at the end of a 45 minute tour when someone comes up to tell us how much they enjoyed what we have to say.
At the end of our first tour this week (we do three, at 10, 11 and 12 on Friday mornings), Benard left the driver's seat for a few minutes, and when he returned he had been "replaced" at the wheel. A younger man had taken over and was raring to go. His name is Sebastian and he's from Chicago.
I think we are going to make a great team.
Oh yes, about my resolutions for 2013. Think young. This seemed like a good start!
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Photo captions: Can you tell who is who????
At the end of our first tour this week (we do three, at 10, 11 and 12 on Friday mornings), Benard left the driver's seat for a few minutes, and when he returned he had been "replaced" at the wheel. A younger man had taken over and was raring to go. His name is Sebastian and he's from Chicago.
I think we are going to make a great team.
Oh yes, about my resolutions for 2013. Think young. This seemed like a good start!
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Photo captions: Can you tell who is who????
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