Or maybe… it wasn't the compliment, but the sincerity and innocence behind it."If… If you don't mind me asking, how old are you, Sammy?" I asked. ...I was just wondering." Twenty-one," he said casually, like it was no big deal."Okay," I said. "I'm twenty-seven."He nodded slowly, finally looking at me again. "That's, um… That's… cool." Are you in college?" I asked. "What's your major?" English. I'm a sophomore." Oh, I see… Did you take a year after high school?" Yeah," he said. "You know…. So I decided to try somewhere else and a ride around town. There was a nearby bar about five blocks from the motel. Parked and went in and if anything it was deader than the motel. Well I was through the door so might as well have a drink. Bartender allowed as how things were really dead tonight but I should have been here Sunday night. Yes Mr. Bartender will get in my way back machine and go back.Things were looking poorly so drove around for a while and on a side street in the downtown. Now I like country roads but like I said from point A to point B the Interstate’s the way to go. So, with a tip of the cap to Adolph Hitler, yeah, that’s what I said, Hitler, we were streaking east.I guess I should clarify about the Hitler remark; our interstate system, although almost no body knows it is officially the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways, Ike saw the autobahn in Germany and thought it was a fine idea. Hitler had ordered its construction as a. "We'll be asked about moving into the White House before long," I said to my ladies. We were all in bed and enjoying a little conversation about my evening. They all watched Hawk take the oath from the gallery, and when I snuck out, they joined me on Marine One for the ride back to Camp David. My detail had long ago accepted the presence of these people in my life, and also accepted the fact that we were an unusual, but unusually dedicated family unit.Benjamin lounged on his big pillow beside.