Just killing a few minutes before heading to my son's place. Visions of brisket and wings going 'round in my head!
A popular Saturday meme asked bloggers to share a little-known factoid about one of our Nation's Presidents. While I'm not participating, it did ring a bell.
Back in 2012 I reviewed Ronald Kessler's book, "In the President's Secret Service." (https://mevely317.blogspot.com/2012/11/in-presidents-secret-service.html)
The book's reviews were mixed. (Everyone's a critic!) Despite it not containing so many salacious details, I found it eye-opening. The former agents' candor surprising.
You see, ever since I watched Kevin Kostner in "The Bodyguard" I've been fascinated with those charged to protect the President and his family. While the rest of the free world's attention is fixed on him or the First Lady, I'm over here straining to identify those agents. So yes, I'd recommend it.
Since we watched Jenna weigh herself on national television yesterday, here's a cute excerpt about her grandfather:
When Bush—code-named Timberwolf—was vice
president, agent William Albracht was on the midnight shift at the vice
president's residence.
While agents refer to the President's Protective Detail
as the Show, they call the Vice President's Protective Detail the Little Show
with Free Parking. That's because, unlike the White House, the vice president's
residence provides parking for agents.
Albracht was new to the post, and Agent Dowling filled
him in.
'Well, Bill, every day the stewards bake the cookies, and
that is their job, and that is their responsibility,' Dowling told him. 'And
then our responsibility on midnights is to find those cookies or those left
from the previous day and eat as many of them as possible.'
Assigned to the basement post around 3 a.m., Albracht was
getting hungry.
'We never had permission to take food from the kitchen,
but sometimes you get very hungry on midnights,' said Albracht.
'I walked into the kitchen that was located in the
basement and opened up the refrigerator. I'm hoping that there are some
leftover snacks from that day's reception, It was slim pickin's. All of a
sudden, there's a voice over my shoulder.'
"Hey, anything good in there to
eat?'" the man asked.
'No, looks like they cleaned it out,' Albracht said.
'I turned around to see George Bush off my right
shoulder,' Albracht said.
'After I get over the shock of who it was, Bush says,
"Hey, I was really hoping there would be something to eat." And I
said, "Well, sir, every day the stewards bake cookies, but every night they
hide them from us."
'With a wink of his eye he says, "Let's find
'em." So we tore the kitchen apart, and sure enough we did find them. He
took a stack of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk and went back up to
bed, and I took a stack and a glass of milk and went back to the basement
post.'
Oops, Tom's standing with keys in his hand. TTFN ... keep safe!
Hugs, Myra
