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Saturday, July 20, 2024

Bush, up, up, and away: first you salute, then you de-bush.

I sat with my elderly cat Phyllis Ann on my right arm as the Marine One, the helicopter temporarily designated Executive One since it was taking the former president, George W. Bush, up, up and away forever from his White House home. For some strange reason I felt compelled to exercise a precise military salute, albeit with my left hand. It seemed a fitting goodbye. Obama and Michelle, Sasha and Malia, had me in such good spirits that I felt no bitterness watching Bush leave for Texas acting as if he was Michael Phelps coming home from his triumph in Beijing. 

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