Everywhere he went he was recognized. Marooned by a fog at London's Heathrow airport, he sat with his wife, who was catnapping, her head resting on his shoulder. But soon he was surrounded by a gaggle of American youngsters heading home from a skiing trip. They excitedly demanded autographs, and Senator Edmund Muskie happily complied. The lanky Democrat from Maine was also recognized by a London shop clerk when he stopped to buy a sweater, by tourists at Jerusalem's Shrine of the Book, and even by occupants of a kibbutz in the...
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