Sam Adams and Ladies of Class

Nobody’s Opinion; Let me tell you about a special lady.

Some time ago, between being a little bored and extremely bored, I decided to draw a portrait of a woman that I admired so that I could send it to her. And since her portrait  came out so well, I said to myself…well I might as well do her husband too while I’m at it. She might like that.  

I do this a lot. If I like someone, I will draw their portrait on a special craft that I do, and I can’t describe it, or I’d have to kill you. (Just kidding, that’s what my husband tells me when I ask about his old days in the Seals.)

Suffice it to say, it takes some time to draw a portrait on this “object.” This “object” is so hard to draw on you feel like your peeling an onion with a dull knife. It’s a major challenge, and I don’t do it often.

Anyway…I got so involved in this project, that I also drew a picture of Mark Twain because I knew this lady liked Mark Twain. Just for fun, I drew a portrait of Babe Ruth and Willy Mays as I knew she also liked baseball.

Now, because I was on a roll, I drew three more portraits of people I don’t even remember now, put them in an envelope and mailed them off feeling pleased as punch about myself, and then just forgot about it.

Then one day, I got a letter from her secretary. The letter said that they were sorry, but this lady could not make any endorsements.

Wow—this was funny I thought, because I had put at least five days of hard work in these portraits, and they were meant to be  “gifts.”  I thought I had made that clear.

So, I wrote the secretary of this lady back and said…oh NO…you got it all wrong, these are hers to keep. Actually, the one I did of her was really, really good.

Still, if she didn’t like the portraits I said, please send them back to me because I put some time in them and would like to keep them. I enclosed a huge envelope smeared with about thirty stamps for their return.

Two days later, I got a call from her secretary. She said she was so sorry, so very, very sorry…she owed me a big apology. You see, somehow my letter had been read by someone else in the office and that young girl did not understand the letter, and her boss (the lady) was a REAL stickler on this kind of thing and insisted she call me and apologize and thank me…and she keep going on and on as if she, the “secretary,” had committed the most horrendous mistake a “secretary” can make in her secretary life.

Yeah, here I was, as you all know by now, a complete nobody, being called by Laura Bush’s private secretary, who kept talking to me on the phone like I was actually “important.”

Right away I felt guilty for somehow causing this mess in the first place. This poor lady…working with the first lady of our country had to have enough pressure going on in her busy day, and the last thing she needed was to have to stop and call some nobody like me to try to explain, and even get forgiveness, for some simple mistake that wasn’t even her fault.

Of course I laughed and said…please tell the first Lady to read my letter.

In the letter I basically tried to be lighthearted and told Laura that she must be sure to have the President mandate (however they do these things) that his future statue which would go into statuary hall after his Presidency, did not go next to poor Sam Adams, which was relegated down in the basement in front of the ladies bathroom, next to the gift shop. It was the only statue down there.

I explained that Bill Clinton’s statue would be better in the basement in front of the ladies restroom, and thought that I, a nobody, had actually stated a very important fact that was important in my opinion to the future citizens of America.

And— since her husband had so much on his mind, I thought maybe it would be something she could make sure of on her own, because future citizens like me would be thankful.

After all, with Iran, Iraq, Democrats, hurricanes, the twins, the dogs, the decorations…the events…it might not get thought of.

 

Now, as we watch all this nastiness going on in the upcoming elections, I think about that day I got that call.

There is no doubt in my mind that Hillary Clinton would never have given her “secretary” strict orders to call somebody like me unless I had sent her a check for at least $100,000—and maybe not even then.

And that is why Laura Bush is a very special Lady. Which means our President certainly has excellent taste. And if he can pick Laura, than most likely the others that he has picked to put into important spots of government, are probably just as honorable. 

The fact that she raised two very normal and beautiful girls shows just how much we can all admire her.

She did write me back a short note. She mentioned, that she thought I was “humorous!”

I really don’t know why she thought my suggestion of planning their future statues was funny, because I was serious. I was still upset about Sam.

This is our first lady. No matter what happens, she retains the highest virtue of real class, and we are so lucky to have her. (And her secretary.)

I’m also sure, that if we only knew all the people that our President and first Lady have personally reached out and touched in some way, we would be shocked. But I’m sure we will never know. Which is how I think they want it.

When Laura Bush walked down to the White House in her pretty white suit after the last election, I thought she was the most beautiful first lady that had ever graced our nation.

I still think that.

When the White House takes the time to call a nobody—well, that says an awful lot about who’s in it. And that’s why I believe the President when he says he is doing the best he can to protect us. Because, not only does he have the Democrats to fight in this dangerous time, something tells me if he wasn’t doing his best…in that hellhole called Washington D.C., he just might get a call from a very special secretary.

And that’s just a thought you can take with you into the voting booths.

Nobody’s Perfect—Once in a while I do get these urges to write famous people. One afternoon I heard a speech by a wonderful man on Rush’s radio broadcast so I wrote him a four-page letter about how moved I was by it, poor man.

A month later, Charlton Heston wrote me back. I have it framed and on the wall next to Laura’s in my office.

Nobody Knows— Laura Bush also is an avid bird watcher I’ve read. And I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but since Laura became first Lady, the libraries have improved immensely. Something tells me that’s not a coincidence.

Nobody Cares— That’s a picture of me up top, taken in the year 2000. I was in the Capitol and had just come out of the downstairs ladies restroom, when to my surprise, there was Sam Adams! I had the janitor take my picture next to Sam Adams. As you can see…I thought it was really funny. No WONDER I couldn’t find it upstairs.

For someone who practically started the whole revolution…I thought it was rather absurd. Maybe someday they will move the poor guy upstairs to the main room where he belongs. And maybe, he won’t be far from George W. Bush.

 

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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in your yucky brown, one rink up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life;drummer/singer/keyboards---but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing...depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents...but that really doesn't make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS...which I have more of than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined, mostly political. Hopefully other nobodys will put their opinions on my site. But if you are a sombody...you're more than welcomed to help out. I will try to prove that sometimes nobody knows the answers, sometimes nobody cares, sometimes nobody wins, and most importantly...NOBODY is perfect. Please bear this in mind when you read my thoughts. I don't mean to offend nobody, it's all in good fun. | More from Joyanna Adams