A former student arranged it for us the night before.
A special invitation to be on the tarmac when the president arrived in Maine.
It was concentrated thrill from the time we were brought outside, to this moment.
He walked right over to us, off of Air Force One.
He said; “Good afternoon gentlemen.”
He shook all of our hands.
When it was my turn, I wanted to say; “My sons think you have to be brown skinned to become president…” But instead I just held both his hands for a moment and said; “Thank you.” We held a gaze for three maybe three and half seconds.
In my fantasy world he looked at me, and Sam and Marcel and thought; this feels really familiar….
Afterwords Sam said; “What’s the big deal, I’ll meet many presidents in my lifetime. Marcel was a little more enthused; “Mommy between Halloween tomorrow, and the president today I am too excited to tell you anything.”