My friend, Chester B. Arthur

Every Monday morning I get in my time machine and travel back to 1881 and the Oval Office. The President Chester B. Arthur is there waiting for me. He has set aside a half hour for us to share about our lives.

This morning he told me how hard it was to have taken over after President Garfield’s assassination. He didn’t feel ready to stand in those shoes. I said that must have been very difficult.

Then I shared that I wanted to make pancakes when I first got up but discovered that I was out of flour. I said that I felt sad and disappointed.

President Arthur said that life has a way of sometimes putting a dog turd on our doorsteps.

2 Responses to “My friend, Chester B. Arthur”

1. Jay says:

   August 20, 2018 at 1:57 am

   Why is the name here Chester B Arthur when all other references I found have it as Chester A Arthur?

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   • Brooks says:

     August 20, 2018 at 5:12 am

     Jay, thanks for noticing. B is for Brooks.

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