Meeting the Vice President: A Serendipitous Affair
Well, I’ll be! It isn’t everyday that you meet the Vice President of the United States, and yet, for us, that’s what yesterday turned out to be all about.
The University of Illinois is on Logan’s short list of colleges, so we hopped in our car and drove down to Champaign to meet with a few university representatives in hopes of answering some of his questions about their aerospace engineering program. As we were sitting at an outside table meaninglessly jawing, just waiting for the next meeting to begin, a pack of police cars screeched to a halt in the street in front of us followed closely by several limousines; doors slammed, men with knitted brows in dark jackets jumped out and began yelling at innocent people to take their hands out of their pockets while continuously scanning the grounds. And just as a crowd of news cameramen and reporters ran past us, out stepped the VP with a big ol’ grin on his face.
Striding down the sidewalk with a wave to the quickly gathering the crowd, he admired a statue at the end of the path, and then, as he was walking back to the limo, stopped to chat with us, the mere mortal gawkers on the sidelines. We all shook his hand, and then he noticed Spence and really lit up. Bending down to Spencer’s level, he asked his name and how old he was, and then told him always to remember to take good care of his dad. What the?! What am I, chopped liver? Say it ain’t so, Joe!
Anyway, because he was obviously smitten with my son, I promptly forgave him. I’m sure he was relieved. Spence got a photo with the Vice Pres. giving him a hug, and Logan took this selfie with all of the action in the background including the menacing Secret Service dude who surely could have taken any and all of us down with nothing more than a tap from his little pinky. He chose not to, though, which was kind of him.
Shortly afterwards, we attended an aerospace engineering course, of which I understood approximately two sentences since it was literally rocket science, and then we headed on home with photos that we’ll cherish forever. Prior to yesterday, the most famous person I had ever met was Oprah. I do believe her place at the top of the ladder of fame has just been downgraded. Big time.
Do you recall my favorite word, “serendipity?” Well, it certainly worked its magic yesterday.