So the story goes… I needed to run some errands during lunch break, and I thought I’d try to cross paths with Mr. President.
I’d say it worked, indirectly.
Slipping around the back side of the airport, I had hopes to catch Air Force
One Two arriving from the southeast. With an iconic Vermont landmark in the background, Camel’s Hump and the rest of the Green Mountains were emitting an ironically welcoming Democratic Party blue tone –thanks to some haze and bluebird sky.