One of my workers showed me how to google myself. I don’t always like what I see, but I do it from time to time. Sometimes I accidentally type an O instead of an I and I get Boden. It’s actually the name of a clothing place and I have had Jill help me order some clothes from there. I think she got a dress for herself, too. But enough about Boden.
I gave a great speech in Philadelphia at a church today. Symbolic, beautiful. I looked in command. I read it well, only having trouble with a few hard to pronounce words like protest, union and vigilant.
The church was nice.
I wanted to give my speech by the library with the steps Rocky ran up – but team said it wasn’t safe there. Then I suggested a few neighborhoods – team said that they had been destroyed – burned down. Not safe. The National Guard had finally been called after four nights of protests that included looting and burning down buildings block after block. Curfews every night in the city, starting as early as 6pm hadn’t stopped the mayhem. They showed me pictures that looked like a war zone.
But, the church was fine and my speech was amazing. My team’s response/criticism?
“Joe, you have to stop coughing into your hands.”
That’s their takeaway? I took a knee, and they focus on my coughing. What’s wrong with coughing into your hand?
Come on, man.