I am going to get dressed early, bundle up and go up to the bridge to the beach so I can see Air Force One land at Logan Airport. Spike saw it that last time the President was in Boston. Any plane coming in for that particular runway comes in very low. You almost feel like you have to duck. It is a runway that is very seldom used for landings as it comes right over residential homes.
Spike has to go into town today to the Jewelers Building. I wish you could see what he looks like when he goes there. His jewels outfit. When he goes in, he gets on the elevator. There are other diamond merchants on the elevator. They take one look at him, switch their satchel to their other shoulder away from him and they move to the farthest corner away from him. Little do they know that he probably has more in diamonds in his paint pants pockets than what all of them combined are carrying. Even the old man he is going to see tells Spike's boss to send him the painter boy. I like that boy. That boy is 56 years old.
So I sit here hoping he can hop on the train into Boston and get there and back before the President's plane lands. He usually drives in, but all the tunnels are shut down and traffic is rerouted.
I realize that having the President come to Boston in recognition of our hurt, is an honor. And I appreciate his efforts. But for those of you who have never had the President visit your city or town, you can't imagine the logistics. President Bush, the father, loved to come to Boston. And it seemed he always arrived just before all of downtown Boston was getting out of work. Getting home was always a nightmare. I silently would curse the man. All I wanted was to get home and rest as fast as I could. One time I got stuck on a bus for almost an hour waiting for his motorcade to go past. It seemed that the bus route was right in the middle of his path to where he was going. All traffic had come to a complete stop along the route.