THE PRESIDENCY: Storming into the Sun

Storming in the Sun

As soon as she passed the lastsheltering headland of Chesapeake Bay, the presidential yacht Williamsburg ran into heavy weather. For two days and two nights as she skirted the storm-buffeted Carolina capes, she rolled and pitched and yawed with sickening vigor. The President, who had chosen a sea route to Key West as a gesture of friendliness to the Navy, surrendered to the unfriendliness of the sea and the built-in crankiness of his personal ship; he took to his berth, stopped eating.

Most of the others in the White House party also lay abed. It was not until...