Ollie took a swig of Guinness, then decided it was time to open the letter, letterhead from the President’s Chief of Staff. It was sitting on the table for several days, and the old man finally decided it was time to open it.
Dear Mr. Ollie:
It’s time for you to return. The president has heard about you and your many years of service to our country, and wants me to help clear a space in his busy schedule for you. We are aware of your past experience with the previous president, and how you were inappropriately thrown in jail after that last visit and we want to make it up to you. We also heard that the DNI removed your trusty Shadow Men escorts and we would like to discuss that with you. Although you have never met him, he is unlike the other presidents you have met and advised over the years, because he does seek wise counsel during these difficult times.
The president of the United States has directed me to respectfully ask you if you will return to the oval office to meet him, if you can in the next month because he needs your presence and advice. Please call our office at your earliest convenience to set this up.
Best regards,
Chief of Staff, Office of the President.
Oh hell’s bells
Ollie quaffed multiple back-to-back gulps of his cold Guinness, carefully wadded up the letter up into a nice ball, prepared his three-point shot to the waste basket in the corner, then stopped. He smiled, then picked the balled-up letter up and shot a perfect three into the waste basket, and it never touched the rim. That felt good.
He picked up his cane, went back to the refrigerator and grabbed another Guinness and proceeded to enjoy that one with particular gusto. I will never return to Washington. I promised myself that I cannot return to that swamp of deep state snakes. But then, he remembered why he was still here and that there must be a reason he was still alive with a brain that worked despite his century-old neurons.
He got up, stared at the waste can, then carefully un-wadded the balled-up letter-turned basketball, stared at the phone number at the bottom, circled it and put it on his breakfast table for future reference in the morning.
Beaucoup Dien Cai Dau
© 2025 SRCarson Publications
Loved this glimpse into the secret life of the distinguished Ollie. It would serve Washington DC well to listen to his expertise. It is about time Ollie is getting the much earned respect he so richly deserves. I adore this character. Dr. Carson, you just keep knocking the ball straight out of the ballpark. Grand slam after grand slam after grand slam. I love your writing style. Love this saga.
I can see the wheels turning and churning in Ollie’s clever mind. Next stop… Washington DC where Ollie can make it happen. Loving every word of this brilliant story. Well done you.
I am intrigued by his return. What a great writing skill an author has!
I am fascinated by Ollie.
Your style is amazing. I can’t wait to read more.
In honor of Ollie’s love for basketball, this writing is a Slam Dunk!
he has a calling to serve the world! it’s so touching!!! By the way, Mr. Carson, why have I stopped seeing links to new publications from you? it’s probably since July (because I go to your site and see that I’ve missed 3 posts already(
I don’t know, Magdalena. Is your email subscribed?