Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I finally got his ear.

Some loved him, some were the opposite.  But there were no people without opinions about Franklin D. Rooseveldt.  My father would have been proud that I finally got Mr. Rooseveldt's undivided attention.  The thing is, though, he just sat there like an old stiff.  He died a few months before I was born, so this is the only way we could meet.

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