We all have our idiosyncratic weirdnesses, right? Boy, I hope so. Mine are legion, but there’s one of annual import: I send Jimmy Carter a card every year on his birthday.
I know he goes in and out of vogue as a leader (though he’s never gone so far out of style as that suit). His presidential term was short and not so sweet, but his post-presidential acts of charity and service have been, well, the best example of what an American leader should be — just check out his Nobel lecture. Plus he’s the first president to ever have written a novel with sex in it. Heh heh.
Anyway, in case anyone else would like to join me in the celebration of the October 1 birthday of Nobel Prize Laureate James Earl Carter, Jr. (he’ll be 84 this year), I send the cards to his old home, where he still sometimes leads a Sunday school class:
Jimmy Carter National Historic Site
300 North Bond Street
Plains, Georgia 31780
I believe the president likes cards that are a little funny and a little sweet, but you should send whatever you want. Say hi to Rosalynn, too.
(If you need a little pepping up about Carter prior to sending your very best, check out these excerpts from his 1977 energy speech. Then talk yourself — and me, if you have time — down from trying to re-elect him today. He’s only 12 years older than John McCain).