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The Incongruous CityMrs L sees and hears it on the streets of ManhattanWenesday, October 8 I stepped into an elevator which was full of seven or eight African-American women, all leaning over a stroller and cooing at an adorable, pudgy-cheeked, wide-eyed African-American baby, who looked to be about 2 years old. Her mother kept saying gently, "Tell them your name. Tell them your name," but the baby would not comply. The elevator door opened and all the ladies started to walk out and suddenly the baby bellowed, in a voice loud enough to fill a ball park, "MY NAME IS BARACK OBAMA!" Everyone broke into peals of laughter. I leaned over and said to the baby, ‘So, you’re going to be president!" and she bellowed back, "YES!" previous | next | back to main page |
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Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
[Posted by Robert E on 10/09 at 04:14 PM]
Since your article/big fat resume didn’t have a comment portion - I’d like to comment here. THAT was ONE BRRRILLIANTLY, interesting, funny, thoughtful, essay! Come to think of it though, how will you be able to handle TWO jobs - weren’t you already thinking of becomming Queen?!
Thanks for all the years of writing. . . Sincerely.
[Posted by Joan on 10/10 at 02:42 PM]
Interesting. A friend of mine in Vermont also has a two-year-old, and at dinner recently, he looked down at the broccoli on his plate and said, “Not broccoli. Broccoli Obama!”
[Posted by Bob on 10/22 at 05:32 PM]
And lo, IT WAS SO.
[Posted by missnell on 11/05 at 02:22 PM]
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