Remember how I was telling you about Miss M and I walking in on Abraham Lincoln in a saloon in Los Alamos? Well, the next day my Dad and I went out to Old Days to watch the parade (I won't bore you with the details - horses, horses, more horses), and lo and behold, I came across this guy:
The President was shopping for antiques, as one does on a lazy Sunday afternoon. A group of kids had just run up and asked for his autograph, so I felt fairly confident that he wouldn't mind posing for a quick snapshot with me. He was very gracious. I was a little star struck.