President Adams

"So what's this, like a meeting for the reincarnated?" I tried to make a joke but the environment didn't lend itself to such a thing. The lighting was soft and I just knew that from the inner sanctum would come a man looking like Abraham. Well he didn't look like Abraham, when he arrived. But the effect was no less eerie.

"President Adams?"

The man smiled. "I am his descendant. Please sit. How is the weather outside? I haven't left this building in thirty years."

I watched in mighty awe, as this seeming holograph of a man, white as snow if white ever was a color, with hair like lamb's wool, and a face like the reason for the KKK, but without the beard of Abraham... I watched as he sat and lit his pipe, forgetting, for the moment, that the year was CE2000, not 1776. I was entranced by his age.