and I thought he was helping to carry the laundry down to the riverbank.
So, that's why Moochelle's garden is so important.
You learn something every day here, I didn’t know squirrels eat tomatoes!
The story actually begins about fifty years ago, when Barack Obama Senior, uh, went to Hawaii, as a, as a, a student and met Sally Ann Dunham, and shortly after that conceived Barack. A few years later, they divorced and, uh, he met my mother (pauses, utters “whi”) Ruth Baker, when she was at Harvard Universi, uh, uh, at Harvard. And, uh, shortly after that they went back to Kenya, uh, where I was conceived. We’re both, uh, we both have white mother, uh, white American mothers; we’re both Americans; uh, we’re both multi-r, uh, mixed race; uh, we also went to, uh, we’re also born just a few years apart; and we have a lot of similarities and also a lot of differences.
I left out Jimmi Hendrix although he didn't die until September 1970; it was just too wild.