Of Presidents and Butt Sharks
First Family
White House Security Agent Mike Marsden stood respectfully next to the First Lady. She sat in a white chair underneath the table umbrella. “You must think him silly, Mike, for having an above-ground pool at the White House. He must appear quite common to you.” “It’s not my place to comment on the President’s choices, Ma’am, but the President is not a common man by any measure.” As the cabana door burst open, Mike’s hand w...