The man in the Homburg hat, the Chesterfield coat, the blue suit and the shirt with French cuffs was back driving his Cadillac to his salmon-pink summer house on a bluff overlooking Lake Ontario. Behind him were two months of exhausting campaigning, a 6,000 mile trail that had led him into 148 cities in 40 states. William Edward Miller, 50, the bantam gut-fighter who had been put on the ticket "because he drives Lyndon Johnson nuts," had come home to roost, and not a day too soon to suit him. "The British have the...
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