Would've loved to have been a fly on the wall when Borel was introduced to Queen Elizabeth. Wonder if he said, "How you, cher ?" "It is roughly 1,196 miles from the sugar-cane fields of Southern Louisiana where Calvin Borel grew up to the rather upscale locale in which he was to dine last night. In figurative terms, St. Martin Parish, La., is about as far from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C., as Earth is from Neptune." http://www.kentucky.com/287/story/63850.html
This midget's story is pretty remarkable. He's exactly the kind of guy that's so great to see have tremendous success. His joy after the race was absolutely unadulterated. Now he was probably miserable at the White House, but will have one helluva story to tell his podnuhs.
He should be happy he can even get in the white house! You need a group of ten now to tour the place. Seriously who goes on vacation in groups of ten? Schools.....thats about it...
If you're a jockey and you're invited to dinner at the White House. Do you let yourself go and eat the entire peanut or do you stick to you half a peanut a day diet?
In this case, I think you follow the Queen's lead. If she only eats half a goober pea, no guest should eat more than half a goober pea.
