George W. Bush Celebrates 80th Birthday – Part Two

Continued From Yesterday.

It is July 6th, 2026.

“Eighty years old. Jeez. Hard to believe. Lived an honest life. Honest work. Happy birthday to me,” said George W. Bush.

“Yes, George. But tomorrow we go back to Maine, OK? I cannot take the heat. And it is not good for you either,” said Laura Bush as she returned to her New Yorker magazine.

“You’d rather be in that little bungalow than here among the people?” asked George.

“Yes, George, I’d rather be in our little bungalow,” said Laura. “Plus, we can see the grand children. They are all up north where we should stay, George, particularly in the summer,” said Laura.

“Oh, now, Laura, you know I have this thing about my birthday. We have to be here on my birthday. At least once a year to check on my people,” said George.

“But couldn’t we check on your people in the winter, George? We can come during the winter when it is not so hot. You can check on your people during the winter,” said Laura.

“Tradition, Laura,” said George.

“All thinking people live up north, George, if they can afford it. We can afford it. We have that little bungalow on the rocks in Maine. We were lucky enough to get a piece of Maine while it was still available. We should take advantage of it. At our age. Please, George. Never again will I come here in the summer,” Laura said sternly.

“Lucky enough, Laura, really. That bungalow was my father’s,” said George.

“It was the outhouse, George. It was the house where your father cut fish and stored his fishing gear. And we were lucky to get it for ourselves. We should count our blessings,” said Laura.

“I never liked Maine. Besides, I can’t stomach seeing what they did to my Daddy’s estate, breaking it up like that into little apartments, filled with rich New Yorkers and those people from Boston. Those are not my people, Laura,” said George.

“Yes, George. I understand,” said Laura.

George looked up and saw Sarah running in his direction. The secret service man was keeping a watchful eye on her. Sarah was holding her baseball mitt high in the air as she ran, and just a few feet from where George and Laura were, Sarah caught the baseball thrown by Sylvia. She turned, smile on her face, the ball firmly in her mitt.

“Wow. That was some catch,” said George.

“Thanks. You’re like one of the former presidents, right?” said Sarah.

“Now, you know that already. Silly you. I know you know your history. It’s Sarah, am I correct?” asked George.

“Yes. We just moved here. That’s my home,” Sarah said as she pointed to her steel trailer.

“I know. Your Daddy e-checked me,” said George.

“My Daddy is dead. It’s my Mom who probably e-checked you,” said Sarah.

“Oh, yes. Sorry,” said George.

“My Daddy got skin cancer,” said Sarah.

“Yeah, that seems to be going around a lot,” said George

“Well, dear, you should cover yourself up then, Sarah,” said Laura, who looked up from her New Yorker magazine.

“You know about hats. People steal them. Someone stole my baseball hat,” said Sarah.

“Gotta stay covered up these days. It ain’t gettin’ any cooler, that’s for sure,” said George.

“Can I have a cookie?” asked Sarah.

“Yes, dear, you can take two, one for you and one for Sylvia,” said Laura.

Sarah grabs two cookies with her right hand.

“And George, give Sarah your hat,” said Laura.

“What?” asked George.

“Give Sarah your baseball hat,” said Laura.

“But this is…” George stopped himself. He takes off his San Juan Stars baseball hat and gives it to Sarah.

“Thanks,” said Sarah. She puts the hat on, which is a little too big for her head, but she turns it to the side. “See ya around,” said Sarah as she turns and runs back to Sylvia.

“These are my people, Laura. These are my people,” said George.

“Tomorrow we go back to Maine,” said Laura.

“Tomorrow’s another day, that’s what I say,” said George. “Hey, Laura, did you know that today is Sylvestor Stallone’s birthday? Born same day as me. Same year, same day. Somethin’, huh? Now there’s a guy who’s led an honest life. Yes sirree bob, an honest life. Rocky and me.”

“Yes, George. An honest life,” said Laura.

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