Dear Diary: "Bonjour, Francois....bienvenue a l'Amerique" I began today by repolishing my excellent French during breakfast, to be ready for the arrival of French President Francois Hollande. "Bonjour, Monsieur Hollande," I said to his imaginary presence, between mouthfuls of Froot Loops. "Vive le Socialisme!" Hollande is a staunch socialist and we will have much in common. Later, when I met him in person, he seemed a nice enough. "Bonjour, Monsieur," I said,"We have some fun activities lined up for you. I plan to take you for a spin aboard Air Force One, so you Frogs can see how things should be done by a country that can afford it." Hollande looked at me strangely and said : "Merde." which seemed to indicate pleasure. "Oui, merde," I agreed pleasantly. And then I told him that we would be flying to Charlottesville to explore Monticello, former home of Thomas Jefferson who, like me, was a polymath and Renaissance man. But enough about me.