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October 20, 2008

The Man in the Cape

Since at least one U.S. presidential candidate seems to have super-powers, let’s check in with the last president who had the guts to wear a cape in public.
Franklin D. Roosevelt (pictured here at the 1945 Crimean Conference) was known to drape a cape around his shoulders, and somehow he did so with style. This is partly due to FDR’s innate savoir faire, but perhaps can also be credited to the fact that his mom made him wear a dress until he was five. (This was a common clothing choice for young boys in the 19th century.)
Photo from the Library of Congress. My sources are here.

September 27, 2008

Politics and Hot Dogs

Hot dogs continue to sneak into the news. First, President Bush addressed the United Nations about the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Sixty years ago, the architect of that document was noted hot dog lover Eleanor Roosevelt. But did Bush mention Mrs. Roosevelt during his talk? No. (Nor did the President do so last year, when he spoke on the same subject at the UN.)

Why not? According to William Heuvel, founder of the Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt Institute, Barbara Bush has said that Eleanor Roosevelt's name was not allowed to be spoken in the Bush home.

It must have something to do with hot dogs.

This brings to mind the infamous (in Oregon, anyway) campaign ad showing senatorial candidate Jeff Merkley eating a hot dog while being quizzed on the day of Russia’s invasion of Georgia. It shows just how damaging the combination of a stalker with a video camera and a man in need of a beverage can be. (Posted here by Merkley’s opponents at the NRSC):

In a more genial mode, the Oregonian ran a story titled “Weenies on the Water” about an aquatic hot dog vendor named Jeff Dood. The story kicks off with Dood taking orders from his boat:
…a candy-apple red wakeboard boat swishes to a stop alongside.

"Gimme a Screaming Weenie and a Diet Coke," the driver calls across the choppy Willamette River.

"I want a Panini Weenie," a passenger adds.

"'Weenies on the Water’?" another passenger says, reading the menu on the side of Dood's boat. "That is so tight, dude! I want a weenie, too. Do you take Visa?"
Dood doesn’t. (Though sad, this probably isn't a violation of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.)