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Obama’s Date Night on Broadway

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Campaigning for the White House last year, Barack Obama promised his wife, Michelle, he would take her to a Broadway show when he won. Four months after becoming president, Obama did just that on Saturday. 

The Obamas flew to New York for dinner in Greenwich Village and a Broadway play. 

“I am taking my wife to New York City because I promised her during the campaign that I would take her to a Broadway show after it was all finished,” Obama said in a statement issued by the White House.

The Obamas did not travel to New York in the Boeing 747 Jumbo jet used as Air Force One. They flew in a smaller Gulfstream 500 plane to JFK airport, before hopping into Manhattan on the Marine One helicopter.

A casual Obama wore a dark business suit with no tie, Michelle a black cocktail dress dress, her famous arms bared, and black high-heel shoes.

They dined at the Blue Hill restaurant in Washington Square and later saw the play “Joe Turner’s Come and Gone” by August Wilson at the Belasco Theater.

Their motorcade’s path to the theater was lined with people waving, shouting greetings and taking photographs.

Jan 11, 2009
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Bono writes op/ed ode to Sinatra

U2 lead singer Bono dropped the mike to take up the pen.

The Irish rocker’s first opinion column for The New Times appeared on Sunday, and it wasn’t about debt, poverty or Aids in Africa — causes on which he has long been outspoken.

No, his initial incursion onto the op/ed pages is an ode to the Chairman of the Board.

Frank Sinatra’s defiant voice singing “My Way” is a “foghorn” at a time of world uncertainty in business, love and life, Bono writes.

Bono says he was struck by Sinatra’s lack of sentimentality in the song, when listening to a deafening chorus of Irish “rabble-rousers” sing “I did it my way” midst the revelry of a crowded Dublin pub at New Year’s.

“Is this knotted fist of a voice a clue to the next year?” the U2 frontman asks himself.

“In the mist of uncertainty in your business life, your love life, your life life, why is Sinatra’s voice such a foghorn — such confidence in nervous times allowing you romance but knocking your rose-tinted glasses off your nose, if you get too carried away.”