Ford

When I was twelve, I took a tour of the White House with my family. Gerald Ford was President at the time. He stopped by to say hi to everyone in the tour.

It was exciting to see a President in real life. Though after a few minutes, Gerald Ford started to seem like everyone else. I could smell his bad breath. I got bored with his endless stories. Plus I got the sense that he really wanted to be liked.

My dad and President Ford hit it off. My dad invited Ford to come back with us for a home-cooked chicken dinner, and some TV. My dad took TV watching seriously. He had a subscription to TV Guide.

President Ford rode back with us. He sat in the backseat between my sister and I. Ford was one of those leg spreaders, who when sitting lets his legs swing out all the way to each side.