Showing posts with label White House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White House. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

House Rules

30 minutes or less.
In the time it takes you to get a Domino’s Pizza.
You too can tour The White House.
That’s all it takes.
30 minutes.
Well that and a great connection.
I guess you could stay a little longer.
Or you could certainly breeze through.
In about five minutes.
But if you’ve got a half day set aside.
Don’t.
Of course, you have to get in first.
And that’s no small feat.
Fortunately we knew somebody.
Who knew somebody.
Yada yada yada.
For 30 minutes, we saw how the other half lives.
About two weeks ago we learned that our request for a tour had been accepted.
We were a lock.
What could possibly go wrong?
I hadn’t looked so forward to a tour since David Lee Roth got back together with Van Halen.
Then the big news of a few days ago.
Obama-1, Osama-0.
And with that, our big day had disappeared.
Or so we thought.
Thankfully that was not the case.
Everything went off just as planned.
We were given a whole set of rules before we got in.
And like Jerry taught George.
You’d better play by the rules.
“Hold out your money, speak your soup in a loud, clear voice, step to the left and receive…It’s very important not embellish on your order. No extraneous comments. No questions. No compliments.”
Well that was how to order soup from the Soup Nazi.

But the White House is no different.
We got in a single-file line, as requested.
In alphabetical order.
We were allowed one camera.
They checked out the license of each adult.
They checked out the name for each kid.
And just like Studio 54, you’d better be on the list.
Or you ain’t goin' nowhere.
If you pass all those tests -- presto chango -- you’re in the building. 
The first stop is a hallway.
Loaded with old pics.
That hallway leads up to the east wing.
Where you are greeted by a sign.
“This is a Self-Guided Tour.”
And they are not joking.
Let your eyes be your guide.
That and a little pamphlet.
Nobody is telling you what this is or what that is.
Well there is a sign in each room, telling you what the room is.
And what it is used for.
Fortunately we were tipped off ahead of time that the guard in each room is actually a secret weapon.
Not only are they there to watch the room.
And watch you.
But they are also there to answer every single one of your questions.
All you have to do is ask.
No asky, no telly.
So ask we did.
I learned that John Adams, Prez #2, and Thomas Jefferson, Prez #3, had a $1 bet.

Like Randolph and Mortimer Duke.

Except their $1 bet was to see who would live longer.
And the winner is.....
Neither.
They both died July 4.
1826.
The same exact day!
Did you know....
When our commander and his first lady move into that little white house, they get a $100k allowance.
To remodel the place.
Well I learned today that they a) get an allowance.
And b) the Obamas refused to use that money.
Because of the economy being what it is.
They decided to use all of their own money to make their changes.
I also learned that each new President gets to pick any 50 pieces of art.
From any U.S. art gallery.
To put in the house while they are in office.
I learned The White House doesn’t have a front and back.
They have a North and South entrance.
They don’t ever want it to be said that a diplomat was brought in through “the back door.”
I learned that the East Room faces East.
And it seats 100 more people than the State Dining Room.
The Green Room has green walls.
The Red Room has red walls.
But the Blue Room has white walls.
And it's also the home for the White House Christmas tree.
All-in-all, it was amazing.
Amazing, but a little empty.
I’m not sure what I was expecting.
But it didn’t quite get there.
Now if you ever get the chance to go.
GO!
But ask A LOT of questions.



Sunday, May 1, 2011

Broken News

There are places you want to be.
And times you don’t want to be there.
I can’t imagine being in New York on September 11, 2001.
Or in Littleton, Colorado on April 20, 1999.
Or anywhere near Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.
Tonight I am in my hotel room.
About 15 miles from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
The night we all learned Osama Bin Laden is dead.
A night no human will forget anytime soon.
A night we have all been waiting for.
A night many of us thought would never come.
It was just this afternoon our group visited the Pentagon Memorial.
Feet away from where American Airlines Flight 77 hit the building.
And now the news that the person responsible for that attack is gone.
It’s pretty amazing.
Surreal.

Knowing that I was in DC, my friends were texting me by the bushel.

My favorite text said that Donald Trump was demanding Osama's death certificate.

The reaction from inside The White House was historic.
The reaction from just outside The White House was beyond words.
If I didn’t have to be an alert chaperone in just a few hours, I would probably be there.
If I had a car, I know I would be there.
But the good news is I will touring inside that White House later this week.
At least that was the plan.
It’s been the plan for a few months.
When we first got the approval.
Um, so much for those best laid plans.
I’m guessing that all changed tonight.
Don’t get me wrong, this breaking news is beyond more important than any single stop on our tour. 
But selfishly I wish this news would’ve come out after our visit.
This is just a guess.
But my guess is The Obamas won’t be entertaining any visitors this week.
Like everyone else in this great country of ours, I will never forget where I was on the morning of 9/11.
I got a call at home that morning.
Very early that morning at my home in California.
My friend Erik said turn on the TV.
I said what channel.
He said it doesn’t matter.
I will also never forget where I was when we got this news.
Standing outside the elevator on the 4th floor of our hotel.
Just miles from the West Wing.
Literally seconds earlier I had checked to see if President Obama would be at the White House this week.
And I had just learned that answer was yes.
Then within seconds one of the chaperones told us to turn on CNN.
Now we all know why.
I’m still hoping we get that chance to visit The White House.
But just being in Washington DC this week is what we we all remember.

Forever.