Jimmy Carter: White House Diary
Dear Diary, Willie Nelson finally accepted my personal invitation and spent the weekend here in the White House. He slept in the Lincoln bedroom. He must have started smoking that wildwood weed he's so fond of, because the Secret Service woke me up to tell me some funny-smelling smoke was wafting out from the bottom of his door. I told them not to do anything that would embarrass my new best friend, and that I'd take care of it. They agreed, so I woke up my wife and sent her to tell Willie that he couldn't be smoking that wacky tobacky in the White House. She came back almost two hours later, eating a brownie. He's sleeping real good now, pa," she assured me. "He won't be bothering nobody until tomorrow." "Thanks, ma," I said, gratefully. Was she wearing her pajama bottoms backwards? Hmm, must be the new style. ...