THE PRESIDENCY
At 67, Nelson Rockefeller must make some concessions to the flesh. He downs a bowl of Wheatena instead of eggs when he breakfasts in bed at 8 each morning. A creeping cholesterol count has forced the indignity.
At night he sips at a glass of Mateus rosé, a Portuguese substitute for red Dubonnet, which is suspected of a higher calorie count. But beyond that, he looks and in some ways acts as well as ever, maybe a little better. His hair is bleached, his skin tanned from weekend sun on his Pocantico Hills golf course with his two sons and...
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