Obama Wants A Ring
Obama seems to approve.
“Can I have your ring, too?” Obama asked Rollins.
Rollins politely declined.
I enjoyed my time today at the White House. I entered the White House grounds around 11:20 a.m. through the northwest gate on Pennsylvania Avenue. Once I cleared security (no problem), I headed in with the Daily News’ David Murphy, who remembered to bring his ID (something he seems to forget or lose every other month).
We did not know where to go, and we had nobody to tell us where to go. So we walked. We quickly noticed a Marine sentry standing in front of a door. We approached, the Marine opened the door and we walked through.
“Uh, can I help you?” a lady asked.
“Yes, we’re here for the Phillies event.”
We got several concerned/confused looks from the people in the room. I also got a you-really-really-really-should-not-be-in-here vibe. We quickly learned we had entered the wrong door, and needed to go elsewhere. I learned much later we had entered the West Wing lobby, and the Marine sentry at the door meant the President was in the West Wing. Thankfully, the Secret Service didn’t rappel from the roof, tackle us and arrest us for suspicious behavior.
We hung out in the briefing room for a few minutes before we were escorted through the Rose Garden to the South Lawn, where we waited for the ceremony to start. Of course, I had no idea we were walking through the Rose Garden at the time. I guess I expected more roses? The ceremony did not last long, but it was sweet.
Not a bad way to spend a Friday.