I find myself at some cocktail reception to be attended by the President. He arrives and is milling around the room as I talk with a group of "friends" I don't recognize. I soon find myself in the same group with him and in a moment I tell him my sister graduated from Notre Dame so I was there to hear his address. His face is as clear as a portrait to me and almost is just that -- as I talk he stares off blankly into space behind me barely acknowledging what I'm saying. After I tell him I was at Notre Dame, he just lets out sort of an "Uh-huh" response. For a moment I'm afraid he'll ask what I thought of the speech and I decide I'll say, "It was nice." Later, I must've mentioend I'm a writer, because almost out of the blue, as if he were awaken from a trance, he leans over and asks if I'd like to write "fig streams" for him, which I don't find unusual. I figure he's using common presidential jargon for "figure streams," as in data streams or something. I ask who I should send a resume or something to and he acts as if he doesn't hear me and walks away to leave. Just before she rushes out, the First Lady tells me to send it to Jim Little. I think, Wow, I'm going to be writing for the President. Then I laugh because I realize how challenging and difficult it will be to do that in a way and in words he'll understand.