Last September, Connie and I had the great pleasure of visiting the Clinton Library in Little Rock, Arkansas. We spent a couple hours there and probably saw less than half of what there is to see.
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“Is that all there is?” she asked. “We paid twelve bucks a pop to see a bookcase of ‘Dick and Jane’ readers, some used coloring books, and two dozen worn out ABBA albums?”
“No, ma’am, there’s more downstairs,” said the tour guide. “The unicycle the president rode to his first inauguration, his juggling balls, and the kippah he wore when he took the oath of office.”
“I expected more from a President of the United States,” she huffed.
“His library is two blocks down the street, ma’am. This one belongs to the President of Havertown University.”
*this week I came in at 96 words, leaving 4 extra for my buddy, Perry Block
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