Lunch, Mr. President?

President Obama is hanging out with Americans where they live. This week, he visited an Iowa family. They live in a Des Moines suburb and beautiful trees grace their large backyard. Obama, it is reported, likes trees, and it is said, perhaps that's why this family was chosen. I like trees too, but I wonder if Obama knows how much it costs to maintain trees. Keeping the really big ones healthy and stately costs hundreds of dollars. So along with listening to Americans gathered in lawn chairs in a resplendent backyard, I hope the president gets to visit a family with crappy yews and crabgrass. I'm not that family as my yard is very nice, but I'd like to think that presidential "getting to know you" visits aren't picked by curb appeal. In fact, if Obama were to visit me, I wouldn't meet him at home, as I'd have to clean my house. Instead, we'd meet for lunch at the Gas House Grill. I would invite my friends Angelina and Gertrude to join us. We talk kids and life after kids. It's not politics, but it is the future. As for the press, the media and Obama's aides, they can grab lunch a few doors down at the Cupcake Bar.