Bill Clinton's Head

We were on Nantucket a few summers ago. The island buzz was that the Clintons had flown in to attend a fundraiser that night and they’d be getting there by way of our street. After long days in the sun and surf and nights hunkered around the kitchen table playing setback we all were lacking ambition, and the five-yard stroll to the end of the driveway to wait for the Clinton’s limo was just the kind of mild excitement we could handle.
We hadn’t been waiting long when we spotted the approaching caravan of cars. It was getting dark, but we could make out a couple of secret service vehicles, followed by what appeared to be the Clinton’s limo. The limo driver, or maybe it was the Clintons themselves, left the interior light on so that both Hillary and Bill would be visible to gawkers such as ourselves.
Peering inside, we could see Hillary in the foreground, but she seemed to vaporize into nothingness, leaving only Bill. Sounds crazy, I know, but ask anyone in my family, and they’ll swear this is true. Also true: Bill Clinton’s head is enormous. I think it may be, like, four times larger than normal, and…it glows.
It was like seeing God, or a U.F.O.. And while I had previously liked Bill Clinton, after this, my like was transformed into love. And fear.