Thanks to the Hootster, ( see Hootsbuddy's Place ) Golden Pond has a hit counter. It took a few tries, but, in the end, where there's a will, there's a way. Shirley, I will be embarrassed if the outcome is negligible. But in the immortal words of John Ono Lennon, "it's all show biz."
The v.p. debate was tonite and both candidates were well-rehearsed. John Edwards looked refreshed and casual. ( was that a cup of coffee, heavy on the caffeine, he
kept imbibing? ) He didn't appear, however, to be presidential. More like a family's insurance agent or an owner of a car dealership. Or one's dentist. But not presidential material.
And then there was Dick Cheney, wizened veteran of the political wars. Nuff said.
I never read or have read many books, but back in the haze, one of the few perused by yours truly, was "The Making of the President."
It was a fun read! And it detailed the ways in which Tricky Dick Nixon ascended the throne in 1968, learning from his mistakes during the 1960 presidential debates, which were broadcast on the 3 networks. ( CNN nor Fox had been invented at the time )
Most Americans had black and white t.v.'s back in the day. And Nixon, through no fault of his own, bombed. ( pun unintended-cold war, you know ) His 5 O'clock shadow and sinister looks didn't bode well on the vast wasteland.
My mother, who watched the infamous debates, said that "Nixon scared her." And many women, maybe men, too, came to the same conclusion. And Kennedy won. Most pundits and historians credit the debates as Tricky's downfall.
Well, we've pulled up to the station, and it's time to disembark the nite train. All abored!
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. All submissions are for your perusal and approval.
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