Richard

My fellow Americans, a man down in Texas heard Pat on the radio mention the fact that our two youngsters would like to have a dog. And, believe it or not, the day before we left we got a message from Union Station in Baltimore saying they had a package for us. We went down to get it. You know what it was. It was a little cocker spaniel dog in a crate that he'd sent all the way from Texas. Black and white spotted. And our little girl-Tricia, the 6-year old- named it Checkers. And you know, the kids, like all kids, love the dog and I just want to say this right now, that regardless of what they say about it, we're gonna keep it. Let me make this perfectly clear: my mother was a saint! I welcome this kind of examination of my profile, because the MySpace users have got to know whether or not their friend is a crook. Well, I am not a crook! Also, I would like to point out that if you don't want to be my friend, just think of what you'll be missing. You won't have Nixon to kick around anymore!