I vividly remember walking with my daughters into the White House. They were about the ages of the Obama girls when their dad became president. With the oath of office you get to live in this big building that, with bars and fences and guards, is not unlike a county jail.
(Jimmy Carter was President at the time.)
The leaves were beginning to turn and as autumn was about to begin, the gardeners were getting ready the clean up those leaves. The whole place was well cared for showing that a large staff had been busy inside and out.
It crossed my mind that it would be nice to have a staff like that. It would be fun to just get up from the table and not have to go do the dishes. It would feel great knowing that when I got back from the office the bed would have been made by someone else and the bills paid by someone else.
As we walked out into the crisp D.C. air I was glad that I could just walk out. No Secret Service, no limits, no long list of world crises in my pocket.
Whether it is the White House in our capital or the White House in Dublin or Buckingham Palace or Downing Street, there is a very high price to pay for occupancy.
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