So we went to see Obama the day he was here. When we got to the site, stroller and all, there was a hujambous line that snaked all over campus and then south for about four or five blocks. And it was in the 90s that day. Ambulances were at the ready, and we saw people being loaded into them before they even got to the fenced-in area. We decided to people-watch instead.
Conveniently for us, as we were walking on the other side of the street, Obama's motorcade came sweeping in, so we saw him in his car. Unless it was a ringer, of course. TheLimey joined the rush up to the fence when Obama began talking, but reported later that all he could see was people's backs. Meanwhile I slinked sadly away with Limelet in the stroller, but then magically saw a spot near some campus buildings and trees where a couple of people were taking photographs. Where there are photographers, there is a view. So I was able after all to catch a glimpse of the white-shirted dot that was Obama behind the miniscule podium draped in patriotic bunting. I left after al while because I really couldn't hear anything, and a toddler only has so much patience for that sort of thing.
On the way home, also magically, we saw Daddy, who had left his spot at the fence at about the same time we left. And once we got home, we were just sitting around debriefing when I heard an odd kind of siren and went to the front window--there came the motorcade again, this time up our street and right in front of our house! So we got to see him (or the ringer) again. We ran out and waved our hands, but didn't have any flags or anything. Oh well. It was still cool.
And Limelet was thrilled with seeing the la-la cars, anyway.