The year is 2024 and the United States has just elected the first woman from Alabama as president.
A few days after the election the president-elect calls her dad and says, “So, Daddy, I assume you’ll be coming to my inauguration?”
“I don’t think so. It’s a 16-hour drive, your mother isn’t as young as she used to be, and my arthritis is acting up again.”
“Don’t worry about it Daddy, I’ll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. A limousine will pick you up at your door.”
“I don’t know. Everybody will be so fancy. What would your mother wear?”
“Oh, Daddy”, replies the president-elect, ‘I’ll make sure she has a wonderful gown custom made by the best designer in the US.”
“Honey,” Dad complains, “you know I can’t eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat.”
The President-to-be responds, “Don’t worry Daddy. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in Washington, I’ll make sure your meals are low sodium Daddy, I really want you to come.”
So Dad reluctantly agrees. On January 20, 2025, the first woman from Alabama is being sworn in as President of the United States. In the front row sit the new president’s, Dad and Mom.
Dad leans over to the Supreme Court Justice sitting next to him and whispers, “You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President of the United States.”
The Justice whispers back, “Yes I do.”
Daddy says proudly, “Her brother played football for the University of Alabama.”
