If I Were Napoleon, You Could Be My Josephine

I met Sarah Palin yesterday when the latest Republican convention set up shop in town. We all had to attend and sign a document confirming our wish that she run as Vice President to John McCain.

The duo sat side by side behind a long white table, having a brief chit chat with everyone that signed the document. Palin was energetic and friendly, always looking in the person's eyes and sharing a warm smile. John McCain looked at his feet the whole time, morose and silent.

When it got to my turn, I took the opportunity to congratulate her. I then added that it was my wish the next presidential election be fair and intellectually stimulating, with no mudracking or low blows from either political parties. She nodded her head in agreement. As I was leaving, she asked if I worked for the academic newsletter aimed at people over the age of 50. Yes I did, I said, completely surprised; Palin would be the last person I'd expect to care about ancient philosophy or literature, to know anything about our humble newsletter. She proclaimed herself a great fan of our publication and agreed to provide us ASAP with a quote for the next edition as soon as I emailed her more details.

Although she looks in photos as if she can chew through metal, she's quite friendly and nice up-close-and-personal. She also has a little bit of grey showing on her temples.