Big Freddy, well padded against the morning cold, stomped his feet inside the door and heaved his way to our booth while I slid out of my side to give him room.
“Peal off a couple of layers or we’re going to have to use two booths,” I said.
“And a good morning to you, too,” he said as he piled his ancient calf length coat beside him and disengaged his woolen scarf as the waitress arrived to ask what he would like.
“A January thaw,” he said.
“Coffee large?” She asked.
“And a foot warmer,” he said as she left.
“I would have thought Obama’s State of the Union speech last night would have provided all the heat you’d need for a week,” I said.
“Well it didn’t,” Freddy said. “He put just the right edge on the recovery show-and-tell to take with him on his roundabout warmup to help Democrats take back as much of the House and hold on to their Senate seats come November.”
“From what I read, the results will be less than they want it to be,” I said.
“Be that as it may, he has to do what he has to do,” Freddy said.
“Democrats will gain in the House, but Republicans are expected to hold onto most of their lead there.
“There’s going to be some shift in the Senate, but chances are the Democrats will hang on to their majority.
“That adds up to no change,” I said.
“Obama knows that, so he makes the case that he wants to work with Congress but won’t be able to if there’s no change in the status quo, so he’ll do what he’ll have to do and use his Presidential powers.”
“For what?” I asked.