I was standing on the kitchen shelf waiting for our short trip to Dearborn, Michigan to begin when I envisioned a certain blonde from the 1950s and 60s singing “Happy Birthday Mr. President”. But instead of Marilyn aiming her affection…
Presidential site adventures as told by a bobble head
I was standing on the kitchen shelf waiting for our short trip to Dearborn, Michigan to begin when I envisioned a certain blonde from the 1950s and 60s singing “Happy Birthday Mr. President”. But instead of Marilyn aiming her affection…