The year is 2012 and the United States of America has recently elected the
first woman as well as the first Jewish President, Ms. Shirley Vineberg.
So the President-elect calls up her mother in Brooklyn a few weeks after Election Day.
"So ma, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"
"I don't think so. It's a six hour drive, and your father isn't as young as he used to be, and my gout is acting up again."
"Don't worry about it Mom, I'll send Air Force One to pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will pick you up at your door."
"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy; I don't know what on Earth I would wear."
"Oh mom," replies Susan, "Don't worry about it. I'll make sure you have some wonderful dresses by Christian Dior."
"Honey," Mom complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods you and your friends like to eat."
The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Mom. The entire affair is going to be handled by the best caterer in New York, kosher all the way. Mom, please, I want you to come."
So Mom agrees and so on January 21, 2013, Shirley Vineberg is being sworn in as President of the United States of America.
In the front row sits the new President's mother, who leans over to a Senator sitting next to her;
. . . "You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible, becoming President of the United States?"
The Senator whispers back, "Yes I do."
"Her brother's a famous doctor."