My brother Reloj and I have a speaker phone going in a plush and padded parlor (all my dream settings are unknown to me awake). We're chatting with President Obama.
It isn't an interview, or a press conference; just a casual conversation. Barrack is subdued, quiet. I ask if it's possible for the Republicans to render from out of their dismal void a sane and sensible candidate by 2016.
"I mean, has anybody risen so high and so fast from obscurity?"
I'm thinking Barrack Obama, but he says
"Stuart Lake."
Quizzical. I ask Reloj
"Stuart Lake?"
And he says
"That's the way I heard it."
We wait, and listen, but the President says no more. We google Stuart Lake then.
"There are very few angles that sing."
