Teddy Kennedy took advantage of the congressional Easter recess to go back to Massachusetts and keep his fences well mended with the adoring home folks last week. His suits were uncharacteristically rumpled, his shoes unshined, his waistline bulging more than it did a few months ago. But he was tan, handsomely graying and in top political form. Meeting high school students, he did not lecture them but sounded out their opinions on national policy. At Grafton, a local policeman mumbled about Chappaquiddick and complained that Kennedy had swiped his Bic pen to...
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