THE PRESIDENCY
Rain fell on Washington, cold, dismal rain. Along riverfront streets pocked with puddles the President drove through the chilly evening to the yacht Potomac's mooring. He boarded her, set off down river for a few days' rest. He could keep in touch with Washington by wireless. Any urgent message could be transmitted to him.
The President had hoped to fish for striped bass, but the cold, blustery rain continued for most of the week; there was no fishing. It was easier to withstand than the Nazi rain that was falling on London, on...
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