shaking Bill Clinton's hand

Today - Cloudy with a high of 32 °F (0.0 °C) and a 63% chance of precipitation. Winds variable at 3 to 6 mph (4.8 to 9.7 kph).

Tonight - Sleet with a 68% chance of precipitation. Winds variable at 6 to 10 mph (9.7 to 16.1 kph). The overnight low will be 24 °F (-4.4 °C).

That map that Old Dog found does not agree with what my Yahoo weather says, but weather folks, like reasonable people can disagree.

I am carrying on that first time I voted (when did the dawgs first vote by the way?) and I thought I would copy for you about how I shook Bill Clinton's hand.

In the late fall of 1992 Debbie and Ed came to visit me.  We were comfortably ensconced and enbeered in a cozy tavern when Debbie piped up why don't we go to Bill Clinton's victory celebration in the Palmer House just a half mile away.  Well shit, weren't we quite comfortable where we were, and actually Debbie the place must be packed and we could never get in.

But she persisted and we found ourselves tramping down State Street, and when we got there there wasn't hardly anybody, we were like in the front row.  There were all these shiny eyed young people sporting red white and blue star and full of pep and enthusiasm while Ed and I huddled in our big old overcoats with an Old Style tall boy in each pocket.

Music, confetti, short speeches and then came the time when Bill and Hillary shook hands.  We pulled back a bit afraid that in the process of taking our hands out of our pockets one of our tall boys would topple to the floor.

But then Bill coming down the line, caught my eye.  I mean caught it.  It was like he had come to this joint just to see me, just me, and to shake my hand.  It was a hearty grip, his eyes intent, his teeth pearly white, and as I reeled back along came Hillary, the same damn thing.

I put up Old Dog's Dawn on my page about eight last night, and as of early this morning it has garnered 19 likes and 7 comments and this is not even prime time.