Malia's Mexican Adventure
When President Obama calls, I jump. It's the least I can do for the man who once saved my life in 'Nam. But not this time. One: I was busy preparing to take part in the Bataan Deathmarch Memorial Marathon at the White Sands Missile Range in New Mexico, where I took 1st place in both the heavy and light divisions. Two: It wasn't President Obama who actually called me. It was his wife. "I found your number in my husband's secret address book," she told me. I put the phone down. It usually takes her 27 minutes to get to her point. When I picked the phone back up, she was saying, "...so I need you to babysit my daughter Malia for me in Mexico. I'd go myself, but I'm doing my hair that week." I declined. She wasn't very happy about it. I felt sorry for 'Bama. If I were hi...