By now the scene has been played so often—four trips to eleven nations in the past ten weeks alone—that it has taken on an atmosphere of, "If this is March, then it must be Moscow." The big, blue and white Boeing 707, with the seal of the President of the United States emblazoned on its door, wheels and whines to an airport ramp. As local officials rush forward, the door swings open, and out pops a wavy-haired, rather pudgy man (185 Ibs. on a 5-ft. 8-in. frame),...
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