It was 2004, at the opening of the Clinton Library in Little Rock, AR. Two classmates and I had met up to do a story for our college journalism class. We'd already met quite a few people; Morgan Freeman chastised my friend for her choice of foot wear on the cold, dreary November day. After many of the celebrities and political figures had gone inside the library to view it, we were cold and miserable and still had to do our stories. We were on the verge of packing up when this figure in a camouflage parka emerged from the white tent where everyone had been eating or whatever. Something about his walk was familiar, but it wasn't until he began his antics that I realized who it was. He was out in a field, harassing the soldiers who were around the perimeter, hollering something. They were cracking up, laughing while he did his schtick for them. He finally trudged up the hill, leaving his companion in his wake, right towards us. Mustering up some courage, I politely asked him if he would mind having his picture taken with me. "Oh, sure, I'd love to" were his exact words. He threw his arm around me and my friend took our picture. He then took one with my friend Abbie. We made a little small talk, but it was funny. He finally shook our hands and left us. Meeting former President Clinton and former Secretary of State Clinton later on paled in comparison. You could not have wiped the smiles off our faces that day.
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