03 July 2012

Ordway to Pueblo 52 miles (TransAm 2,243)

I thought Obama was on a bus rolling through Ohio and yet there he is, in the Mexican restaurant outside of Pueblo, Colorado, stumping with Gina and her brother Mark. This is not a political blog so all I have to say is that he’s not as tall as he looks on TV.

I was worried yesterday that Gina was starting to get spoiled on this trip, and now my fears have become a reality … dining with Obama and sleeping in a real hotel for two nights in a row. When I sent her off to Summer Camp I expected her to be roughing it the entire time; you know, learn some toughness and discipline and how to make a campfire and perhaps an origami swan. And now I find out she’s been sleeping in real beds not once but twice, at the Howard Johnson’s, no less. I believe she has Wendy to thank for that, which means I will have to have a talk with Wendy about my Tough Love policy when it comes to Gina’s summer holiday. No job, no 2 star hotels. That is the bottom line.