My
fellow Americans, I have only had one Presidential-themed encounter
personally, but I'm going to share my mom's anecdote and my dad's
half-one as well. It's a Kanes' Brushes With Presidential Fame
Extravaganza.
Picture it: Central Jersey,
nineteen eighty something. My moms was driving along route 287 when a
high-end foreign car (she forgets the make now, but guesses BMW) took a
swerve towards my mom's mustard-colored Volvo station wagon. Mom looked
over at the driver, who was rummaging for something on the dashboard,
and was startled to recognize one of the most iconic faces of her
lifetime looking back. Read More...
