THE PRESIDENCY
A White House aide the other day was surveying the Oval Office, and he looked in where the sliding rear door had been, the secret route for the choicest of presidential aides. It had vanished. In place of the door was a plastered wall, and not a mark to indicate that there once had been a back gateway to power.
Immediately, the young man began to calculate. That meant there would be no privileged entrée to the President, long one of the rituals of real influence. Anybody wanting to see Gerald Ford would...
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