Frank and Me

Here I am with Frank Roosevelt, some called him FDR (not sure what the 'D' stands for, maybe Dog or something). I was scared here too. I've been told that this FDR fella was a real powerful man, so I assumed he could break a cockapoo with his bare hands. But look closely. It's just a statue like a lot of other stuff I saw. There were a lot of people around, wearing shorts and some with baseball hats, and some with funny accents. But there were a lot of statues to.

Now here is an interesting historical fact related to this exhibit. This FDR guy, see, he's in a wheelchair. That's what's ironic. I heard that when he was living, he didn't want word to get out that he rode around in one of these things. See, this FDR was a real smart politician and he wanted people to think he was a 'man of the people' even though he had enough money to eat hamburger every day and to have a whole farm of cockapoos of his own. He didn't want word to get around that he had this cool chair to ride around in all day, when the rest of the folks were hungry and had to walk everywhere.

Funny how it hasn't changed too much today with the politicians wanting everyone to think how bad they had it when they were younger and how good the other guy's got it -"my daddy ran away", "oh yea, I was tortured", "your dog eats from gold-plated Kong toys", " oh yea, your an elitist and eat foie gras [whatever that is]".