Goodbye, Mr. President

The wind from Marine 1's chopper blades pushes the hair from the brunnette standing in front into my face, and my borrowed tie rises up and over my shoulder as the helicopter turns and plants it's three wheels on the White House south lawn. Maya is totally freaking out. Jefferson's statue stares back at us far away across the National Mall and Washington stands tall and pointy. President Bush strides across the grass, pauses to greet his wife, waves to the crowd and a minute later lifts off.

Today was "Staff Development Day" and as a special treat courtesy of White House intern and fellow Mobilizer Jeff Daker, we were invited to watch the President board Marine 1 and fly off into the big blue skies. It was pretty sweet.

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