Thirty Minutes for Obama
I am late for a meeting in the city.
I have hustled four blocks south of Market to my destination.
There is the building. It is across the street.
I have one minute to spare. Whew! I made it.
The policeman tells me I cannot cross. President Obama is coming through.
"When?" I ask.
I wait and wait. The building it is so close.
Please let me cross the street.
5 minutes, 10 minutes, :20 minutes...Do I dash? Do I run?
No. I wait.
On this day Mr. President. I give you my most value asset.