Crete Journal, June 2006
The year is 2012 and the United States of America has recently elected
the first Greek President. So the President-elect calls up his mother
a few weeks after election day.
"So Mama, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"
"I don't think so. It's a ten hour drive, your father
isn't as young as he used to be, and my gout is acting up again."
"Don't worry about it Mama, I'll send Air Force One to
pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at
"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy, I don't know
what on Earth I would wear."
"Oh Mama," replies the new president, "don't worry
about it. I'll make sure you have a wonderful gown by Christian
"Honey," Mama complains, "you know I can't eat those
rich foods you and your friends like to eat"
The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Mama. The entire
affair is going to be handled by the best Greek caterer in New York,
and you can tell him how to make the tiropites. Mama, I want
you to come."
So Mama agrees and on January 21, 2013, the son is being sworn in as
President of the United States of America.
In the front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over
to a Senator sitting next to her; "You see that man over there
with his hand on the Bible, becoming President of the United States?"
The Senator whispers back, "Yes I do."
"His brother is a doctor."