forth between Sandy and myself.
“This isn’t what you might think, Tip. We’re really close friends and I rely on her for…”
Tip interjected, “Everybody has friends. Speaking only for myself, I would walk through fire for you. Don’t ever feel you have to worry about me.”
Sandy’s eyes widened as she explained, “Jack has a vulnerable quality women love.”
Tip stood up slowly, shaking his head, he motioned to excuse himself and left, closing the door quietly behind him.
Sandy laid her head back down on my chest, “Wow, he has the sensitivity of a mole rat. I’m going to have a heart to heart with Lisa and ask her to keep a close eye out for you. Too many women will try to throw themselves at you.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sarah and I stayed up late talking about the plans; she had great ideas and I loved how she thought quickly on her feet. All these years, she was always my closest confidant. My favorite place was at home with her. We always laughed and loved our time together. Sarah was also a good mother. ‘Jack,’ she’d say, ‘I’ll take the girls out of school a few days before break and bring their tutors along, so they don’t miss any studies.’ I could lose track of the kids sometimes, but Sarah made sure they had everything they needed, even when I forgot. She was like my mom in that way.
During the evening I explained, “Our message needs a side story about the lackluster press to play along with it, the basic idea on its own isn’t that exciting.”
Sarah said, “I’ll play it to the hilt up there. Think of it, reporters ask why the girls and I are in New Hampshire? I’ll tell them we summer in Maine and we’re here doing a little Christmas shopping. When they get to the real question, Mrs. Canon, is your husband running? I’ll give them this,” Sarah gave her best Jackie Kennedy impression, “Oh, I don’t know if my husband is running. I wouldn’t mind, I think the country needs him.” We laughed.
“Honey, we’re going to run the press around in circles. We only want one major there and maybe a couple of locals. We’ve decided to tell the press the speech is in Lexington at the William T. Young Library, on the campus of the University of Kentucky. Meanwhile, we’ll be on the front steps of Georgetown College, 25 minutes away.”
Sarah said, still doing Jackie, “Jack, how wonderful! Right in front of those charming white pillars, perfect.”
“Honey, I love it when you do that! When the press finally catches up with us, we’ll give out the complete speech and all the details of our energy plan to take back and tell their editors they got it.”
“That’s good. Some things should be read and not said; the details of that energy plan are pretty dull.”
“The sizzle will be the story I’ll tell about how nobody in the press showed up to cover us.”
“The public will be incensed.”
“Carter did it! Imagine, a couple local reporters meet with common man Jimmy, in the rain, on little Main Street in Iowa. Honey, nobody gave the guy enough credit, he was a genius.”
Sarah said, “Remember the malaise thing? It was poetry, he put on a sweater and blamed the American people and we believed him.”
“You’re right, the country felt depressed watching the guy. He told us if we’d been more positive, interest rates wouldn’t have been eighteen percent!”
Sarah laughed, “Your mother called today and asked us to Thanksgiving at the ranch. I told her we’d love to come, but to have your dad call you to be sure about your schedule.”
“How do you feel about that? Are you up for it, or would you rather stay here in Alexandria?”
“We should go down to Kentucky for Thanksgiving, but when your dad calls you, you have to tell him we’d like to have it over at our place. It will show better for the press. Your dad will understand. Your parent’s ranch will make you look too elitist and out of touch.”
I thought about what she was
“This isn’t what you might think, Tip. We’re really close friends and I rely on her for…”
Tip interjected, “Everybody has friends. Speaking only for myself, I would walk through fire for you. Don’t ever feel you have to worry about me.”
Sandy’s eyes widened as she explained, “Jack has a vulnerable quality women love.”
Tip stood up slowly, shaking his head, he motioned to excuse himself and left, closing the door quietly behind him.
Sandy laid her head back down on my chest, “Wow, he has the sensitivity of a mole rat. I’m going to have a heart to heart with Lisa and ask her to keep a close eye out for you. Too many women will try to throw themselves at you.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sarah and I stayed up late talking about the plans; she had great ideas and I loved how she thought quickly on her feet. All these years, she was always my closest confidant. My favorite place was at home with her. We always laughed and loved our time together. Sarah was also a good mother. ‘Jack,’ she’d say, ‘I’ll take the girls out of school a few days before break and bring their tutors along, so they don’t miss any studies.’ I could lose track of the kids sometimes, but Sarah made sure they had everything they needed, even when I forgot. She was like my mom in that way.
During the evening I explained, “Our message needs a side story about the lackluster press to play along with it, the basic idea on its own isn’t that exciting.”
Sarah said, “I’ll play it to the hilt up there. Think of it, reporters ask why the girls and I are in New Hampshire? I’ll tell them we summer in Maine and we’re here doing a little Christmas shopping. When they get to the real question, Mrs. Canon, is your husband running? I’ll give them this,” Sarah gave her best Jackie Kennedy impression, “Oh, I don’t know if my husband is running. I wouldn’t mind, I think the country needs him.” We laughed.
“Honey, we’re going to run the press around in circles. We only want one major there and maybe a couple of locals. We’ve decided to tell the press the speech is in Lexington at the William T. Young Library, on the campus of the University of Kentucky. Meanwhile, we’ll be on the front steps of Georgetown College, 25 minutes away.”
Sarah said, still doing Jackie, “Jack, how wonderful! Right in front of those charming white pillars, perfect.”
“Honey, I love it when you do that! When the press finally catches up with us, we’ll give out the complete speech and all the details of our energy plan to take back and tell their editors they got it.”
“That’s good. Some things should be read and not said; the details of that energy plan are pretty dull.”
“The sizzle will be the story I’ll tell about how nobody in the press showed up to cover us.”
“The public will be incensed.”
“Carter did it! Imagine, a couple local reporters meet with common man Jimmy, in the rain, on little Main Street in Iowa. Honey, nobody gave the guy enough credit, he was a genius.”
Sarah said, “Remember the malaise thing? It was poetry, he put on a sweater and blamed the American people and we believed him.”
“You’re right, the country felt depressed watching the guy. He told us if we’d been more positive, interest rates wouldn’t have been eighteen percent!”
Sarah laughed, “Your mother called today and asked us to Thanksgiving at the ranch. I told her we’d love to come, but to have your dad call you to be sure about your schedule.”
“How do you feel about that? Are you up for it, or would you rather stay here in Alexandria?”
“We should go down to Kentucky for Thanksgiving, but when your dad calls you, you have to tell him we’d like to have it over at our place. It will show better for the press. Your dad will understand. Your parent’s ranch will make you look too elitist and out of touch.”
I thought about what she was
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