THE CONGRESS
Millions remember him mostly from the televised sessions of Democratic National Conventions. He was the hunched-over little hobgoblin who always seemed to be whispering parliamentary advice into the ear of Permanent Chairman Sam Rayburn. He had a big splotchy nose, squinty eyes and a mouth that always made it appear as though he had just eaten a peck of green persimmons. He wore black shoes, black socks, a black suit and a black tie. He was grumpy as all get-out, and he seemed to take a perverse pride in being unpopular.
Yet when he died last week at 85, more...
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