As you know, I am currently hiking on Easter Island.
Today, as I wanted to make siesta in the shadows of the stone statues, I spotted a familiar face.
First, I thought it was some random man who happened to look like Joe Biden. But when I saw the six guys who were with him, all wearing the same khaki pants and blue shirts, I knew it was the US Vice President.
I didn’t want to disturb him, but when he noticed me staring, his grin became wider, he made a thumbs-up gesture and shouted “hey, how are you doing?” So I came closer and, trying to be funny, asked “Is this a campaign stop?”
“No man,” he laughed, “I am done with campaigning.” And then, more seriously: “If half the country wants a lunatic clown, who am I to stop them?”
We chatted a bit more about the election, but then sat down in the grass, unpacked our lunch boxes, and talked about life, from lawyer to lawyer, from old man to old man, and it ain’t nobody’s business what we talked about. But he’s a nice guy. I think people will miss him and President Obama rather sooner than later.