Dear Diary,
Aw crap, I can't believe I was fricking impeached! All because of a little "obstruction of justice" and "abuse of power" I'm forced to give up my reign as the 37th president of the United States and move back to stinkin' old California. This blows. I'm only 61 years-old, like, I'm just a kid! I didn't know any better. But whatever. I don't care. The past is the past and I don't need the memories. All I can do now is focus on the future.
But that's the problem, isn't it? Because I don't know what the crap to do now. Politics was my life for so long, ya know? And yeah, I have a wife and kids I could hang out with but also why would I do that? Sounds kinda boring. I want a new journey but I don't know where to start. Maybe I can call every number in the phone book until someone agrees to hire me or hang out—
"Mommy? Why isn't this journal entry finished?" An elementary school-aged boy wearing a sick Paw Patrol-themed ensemble pointed his tiny fingers towards the display case where Richard Nixon's final diary was displayed in all its incomplete glory. The boy's mother covered up his hand with her own larger ones.
"It's rude to point, Jack."
"Sorry. But I wanna know why Mr. Nixon never finished! Did he die or something? Oh! Or was he just in a hurry so he could catch the latest episode of Paw Patrol?!"
The boy's mother, who had previously been mildly amused by his flailing and innocent curiosity, suddenly grew somber.
"We don't know what happened to Mr. Nixon, Jackie. One moment he was writing in his diary in the Lawn in front of the Washington Monument, the next, he was gone."
"But where'd he go?"
"Nobody knows. Eye-witnesses swear he vanished and that all that was left at the spot where he once sat was this diary…" she paused dramatically, causing her son to lean in, eyes wide.
"And? AND?"
"… And a volleyball."
An unfinished diary entry and a volleyball; All that was left of Richard Nixon after he up and vanished from both the public eye and his own personal life the fateful day of his impeachment all those years ago. No one knew where he went or heard from him again. And if they did, they definitely would have never believed it.
