Dear Reggie,
It's been so cold here in Washington without you. I try to find enjoyment in the little things in the days to take my mind off of you, the blue skies, the birds singing, Joe riding his tricycle down the hallways...
Nothing works; always my thoughts drift back to you.
Today I was so wrapped up in my daydream I didn't salute the Marine outside the helicopter. I didn't even notice until Valerie smacked me on the nose with the newspaper. I quickly went to the young Marine, standing there so strong and firm. I asked if I could have a hug, but he insisted on a handshake. He said some crap about it "Being improper." What the hell did I repeal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" for?
Please come visit soon so we can go "Skeet Shooting". Afterwards we'll play some golf.
Longingly,
Barry Obama
