The Presidency
Adlai Stevenson the Governor used to like to lean on fences, survey the prairie horizon and insist that in small places things are revealed to the humble that are obscure to the great and powerful.
The yard of my family's home in Greenfield, Iowa, this summer is an extraordinary clarifier. Down the line of porches the past echoes. There is a rhubarb patch—survivor of a century of drought, blizzard and small boys—that still yields its tender shoots for pies, a singular delicacy, which, when done right, is a dish to tempt a Paul...
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