The other day I was walking by the General Store, in Redstone Colorado. I looked over and who should I see? Teddy Roosevelt. Looking very presidential, eating an ice cream cone.

I sauntered over to him and said, “Mr. President, what’s your favorite kind of  ice cream?”

“Anything,” he huffed, “that Barack Obama DOESN’T like!”

I shook his hand, thanked him for his service, and marched away.