
I got a call from the White House on Monday morning. I love to be able to write stuff like that. The last guy who occupied the White House never called. I’d sit by the phone waiting. Nothing. But this new guy calls. Well, not him exactly, but his people.
So, on Monday morning I got a call from David Agnew, the head of the White House Office of Intergovernmental Relations. David is a genuinely nice guy who used to work for the mayor of Charleston, South Carolina. So, in addition to being a nice guy he gets cities. He apologized for the short notice but he was inviting me to the White House the next day for an announcement by the President on community based solutions.
At first I didn’t think there was much chance I could go. But I was able to reschedule everything I had for Tuesday and my trusted administrative assistant Connie was able to get me a very cheap fare using my frequent flyer miles (I cut travel budgets by 20%). Any guilt I had stored up over cancelling meetings or spending too much of the taxpayers’ money was pretty much gone. So I went, leaving on the 5:50 flight through Detroit this morning.
To read about the substance of the trip (and there’s a lot of substance) check out my official City blog at
www.cityofmadison.com. But here on the WMMM blog I want to cover just the inane details.
So, I’m sitting there about fifteen feet from the President in the East Room of the White House. He’s doing the obligatory welcomes to anybody who is elected in the room, which turned out to be a congressman, the Mayor of Flagstaff, and me. The congressman’s name was Jim Moran. The name of the Mayor of Flagstaff is Sara Presler. My name is, well, more syllabic (and Slavic) then that.
So, after making a major announcement on the progress of the war in Iraq, the President of the United States is reading along on his teleprompter and he says “Dave” and he stops. I see him studying what comes next. I imagine he’s thinking to himself I was the head of Law Review at Harvard. I am the leader of the Free World. And they make me pronounce this guy’s name, for cryin’ out loud? He recovered and pronounced it okay. Could have used a little more accent on the second syllable, but hey, when the President of the United States mispronounces your name a little your reaction should be as follows: the President of the United States actually tried to pronounce my name.
After the event, he came down from the podium to shake some hands. I was not going to try to elbow my way into a hand shake. I figured the guy’s got enough to worry about and he needs to get back to work and, besides I had already met him when he was in Madison for the Wisconsin primary. But Sara, the mayor of Flagstaff, wanted a picture so she handed me her cell phone and I, of course, messed it up. I was apologizing for missing the shot and handing her cell phone back to her when she introduced the President to me. “Hey, say hello to my crew in Madison,” he said. So now I did.
I’m on the red eye home tonight and I’ll talk to Jonathan on Wednesday morning.