On the walls surrounding the the club, you can see pictures of the many performers who have been in this place; adds a sort of nostalgia to the whole night.
In the morning, we head out of the resort for our after breakfast walk heading west. The road we walk along is lined with palms and meticulously landscaped with flowers, trees loaded with grapefruit and blooming rose buses. Brad tells me that is smell divine.
Reading the plaques lining the way we learned a lot about Dwight, David. He was one of seven sons of David and Ida Eisenhower, born October 14, 1890 in the little east Texas town of Denison. He grew up in Abilene, Kansas, where he absorbed the virtues of small town America that distinguished him the rest of his life; scrupulous honesty, self-reliance, determination, and hard work. He became a West Point scholar and athlete and went on to become a much decorated war hero. After the war he continued his public service as a statesman, getting elected as the 34th President of the United States in 1953 when Brad was just one year old.
It was just yesterday, Barach Obama, the 44th president, flew overhead in Air Force One on his way back to Washington. Quite a week celebrating Presidents' Day.