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On being First

First of all  we learn when we are young that in case of an accident there is First Aid.  The aid that is delivered first.  If it is a real serious accident you look to First Responders to arrive and help.

It could be your mother or it could be a bunch of people driving a truck with lights on.   Your parents always want you to come first.  In races whether of the rat kind or grass kind.

If you want the best experience when traveling you try to go First Class.  As in ahead of all available choices of comfort.  First.

Then there is this whole idea of being a First Lady.  As in the female spouse of the most important man in the country aka the President.  El Presidente himself.  POTUS if it is America.

Personally I think its all bogus.  But hey what I think does not matter.  It is for the readership to decide.  Now we here in the USA have ourselves a possibility that for the first time a lady will be President.  A lady who once was a first lady.  Now she will be ahead of the first.  Very confusing.  She will be President and her dude will be First Gent.  I guess.  There never has been one so who knows what they will call him.

When they go to dinner and get to the restaurant door I am not sure who leads.  At state dinners or if it is a dance same problem.   It would be funny to see them both welcome another head of state and that head get confused as to who to buddy up to.  It is of course helpful that she wears the pants or is it?

Another nonsensical title - leader of the free world is now dubious.  He led first and now she leads.  The world on the other hand is not free - not by a long shot.

When they get to bed we will witness a bedtime first.  Two firsts in the same bed that previously only held one first at a time.  First Class Problem I tell you.

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