THE PRESIDENCY/HUGH SIDEY
A slow journey down the red shag aisles of the Republican Convention was like a tour that Ken Baker of Jackson, Tenn., might have set up in his travel agency to show off postcard America.
Here and there were a leering face and a defiant bellow, but for the most part the convention was a scene of restrained certitude, the firm jaw-set of people who run things and have things. Ken Baker used to be a teacher, but the vision of affluence and independence beat strong in him, and in 1972 he started his now burgeoning business. The fear...
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