On Election Day in 2004, I got a surprise call. Again, the voice was familiar.

“Hi, Dana. George Bush here. How ya doing?”

“Hi, Mr. President. Uh, isn’t your son running for re-election today?”

“Yeah. But how are you doing?”

“I’m fine thanks. How’s the election looking?”

“Don’t know yet. But Bar and I saw you on some ‘S.N.L.’ reruns last night and wondered how you were doing.”

That was who he was. Always making sure everybody else was O.K.