As some of you know, I post a personal story from time to time to break the monotony of Packer talk, and generally just write for the love of writing. One of the stories, "Restaurants" features me as a young boy having dinner with then President Bill Clinton.
I sent a short letter and a copy of the story to President Clinton, a good friend of the family, and shared my experience of the memory.
Today I received this:
Like I said, I don't make these up, and may the doubters and fact finders forever now be silenced.
"I firmly believe that any man’s finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle – victorious."