Finally, the Decision came down from the Supreme Court-- John Franklin Carmichael was the Designated President Elect and He was to be Sworn In as the 44th President of the United States in January 2009.
Chuck Knowles, assigned Special Advisor to the President, tracked the President down on his Horse Ranch in Northwest Florida. The President was doing what he liked to do best-- Goof Off and Smell the Flowers. John Carmichael was a well read man and history buff, and he borrowed a habit from Lyndon Johnson-- with a Modified Dixie Cup.
LBJ enjoyed getting away from the Secret Service and pretty much-- everybody else. He would drive his Lincoln like a Madman behind the wheel of a Land Rover in the Serengeti with a little something in a Dixie Cup. Most the Times it was just plain old beer, but nobody will ever know about the others times because Lyndon was forbidden by his Doctor to Enjoy such Things in Life after his Heart attack.
Chuck found the President Elect sitting by one of his streams that came from the many clear springs on his ranch. John was just in another world watching things of nature go by and ripple the water before him. By his side as usual was his trusted companion... a beat up Old cooler with a Few Necessities within. In it you could find some Ice & a couple of cans of Diet Sprite... and a Few Beers-- maybe a Spare Plastic blue cup, if your Lucky. Sometimes you could find a bottle of the Finest Branch Water Bourbon inside to.. if there was enough room with the Ice and all. Otherwise, the bottle was found nearby in a non-disclosed brown paper bag-- keeping up appearances, so they say.
Chuck admired Mr. Carmichael greatly. He had been a mentor & a good friend for many years. He paused a bit to take in that Kodak moment of the Friend & Now President of the United States, sipping whiskey & diet sprite by a stream watching Nature's fowl & fish.
Chuck choked a bit has he called out for his friend, "John... John!"
"Hey, Chuckie. Wassup?"
Now standing over the President with the Sun in his eyes, "It's over, John." Placing a hand above his eyes-- almost in a Salute position, Chuck shift his position and said, "It's Time Mr. President..."
"Damn... This always happens to me-- I just Got Here, Chuck! ... and Now, I have to call in the Troops."
The President brings the Blue cup to his lips and takes in a bitter-sweet sip of fine branch water bourbon & diet sprite. Squints over the stream and proclaims, Okay, Chuck... Lets Go!... Dam it..."
"Can I help you with the Cooler, Mr. President?"
John leans over & tugs at the handle, "Nawh, I've got it. Chuck, get on the Horn and Fly everybody in... it's time for the most serious planning session they have ever had in their lives. And Chuck, no excuses... tell'em to come Now!"
Just then Chuck's cell phone went off, "Chuck, President Bush is on the Line. What do we do with him?".
"Mr. President, the Bushca is on the line... you wanna take it here or wait?"
John grins, "Ahhhh... I've been waiting for quite a long time. Lets let Senor Bushca wait on Me". Chuck relays, "The President Elect will be at the Big house soon... he is Fishing at the Moment. Tell him that he will call him back in a little while."
The President throws the cooler in the back of his restore 80s Grand Jeep Cherokee, "Chuck, I'll Race ya back to the House!" Under his breathe Chuck murmurs, "Oh, Shit! Not again!"