Chapter 2

Summary: Somebody's sending Bobby limericks. Is it daf9? She's female, has time on her hands AND has friends in NYC

Wealth and an Ivy league education are no guarantee

What's all this beer

Doing in here?

Couldn't he get it right?

It's not PINTS of light

But 'POINTS of light" to which his father adhered.

Alex looked perplexed. "I don't get it Bobby. Is this supposed to funny?"

"I think it's meant to be a reference to an incident involving the current President's daughters and underage drinking that occurred some years ago. The first President Bush made a speech back during the '88 presidential campaign which referred to the American dream and "a thousand points of light". Bobby smiled " It was one of my Dad's all time favorite political "soundbites". Apparently not just his, either. He said the image was so popular that Bush recycled it several times during that Presidential campaign."

Alex returned the smile. " Poor Bobby! Always trying to come up with some excuse for knowing the most obscure trivia. Weren't you living in Germany in 1988? However, since you've mentioned your Dad's love affair with Bush the First before, I'll let you off the hook on this one. But I still don't get it. What's it supposed to mean? And why would the writer send it to YOU?"

Struggling to control a grin, Bobby retrieved the paper and started to return it to his folder. Paper still in hand, he paused. " I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. Perhaps the author is trying to imply that some of President Bush's more controversial decisions while in office have been made because he's started drinking again. Although there is certainly nothing in the press to indicate that is the case. And why the reference to light beer, in particular? I can't believe ANYONE would have a preference for light beer over something with a higher alcoholic content. You can't get a decent buzz on with light beer. Hell! Even those idiot friends of mine who mistakenly ordered six cases of Miller lite for their keg party last summer did nothing but complain that the stuff was good for nothing more than taking up space in the refrigerator. I think I told you already how they argued that for the good of humanity we should destroy the stuff rather than return it to the brewery? I know a lot of people don't like President Bush but surely no one thinks him THAT much of an idiot! So why should" Bobby's voice trailed off.

Alex looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue but Bobby said nothing.

Finally, he put the poem back in the folder and pulled out another. "See what you make of this one. It came about three and a half weeks ago."