Sam Brownbock had sailed through his heart transplant. On his first official visit to the White House since he resigned to deal with his heart problem... and after recovering from the trauma of the surgery, he came to spend a few days and see his old friends. It was in the Oval Office, where we were shooting the breeze late in the afternoon, that he asked, how I was going working with our former boss.“Mr. President,” I said, deferentially. “President Dryden is having the time of his life cleaning. "When can you show me where my boat's sunk?"Stepping off the end of the dock Grant felt around until he found the rope and then the end. Handing the end to Mr. Sherman he told, "Pull hard, it's a slip knot but it's wet. Your boat's at the end of that line!"After a couple of hard yanks Sherman slowly pulled the rest of the slack out of the rope."That rope is 50 feet long, subtract a couple of feet for the knot and you see how far out she is," Grant told him.Tying the rope off to the pier Sherman. “You know the area. Aren’t you afraid we’ll be seen?” “Having lunch?” she laughed. “No. It’ll be fine.” “So tell me,” Cheryl said, looking down at the table top after we’d placed our orders and received our drinks, “How do you know Lisa?” “Lisa,” I sighed in controlled exasperation. I’d known this was coming and I wasn’t looking forward to discussing it with Cheryl. For me, it had been a spiral into chaos, with emotions in turmoil, and an ending that was less than joyful. Cheryl looked at me. I... umm..."He looked at my parents and family seeming pretty nervous. "I just hadto get back up here to see how you were doing... I'm sorry, should Ihave called first? I didn't know all your family was here..." I realizedthat he was worried about me and had cut his visit with his parent'sshort, so he could come back early, just for me... I just shook my headslowly no, before a smile started lighting up my face.I was hesitant at first, to do what I wanted with my entire family therewatching us,.