The Inauguration took place on a cold and windy day. I sat just behind the new Cabinet and watched Lyndon Johnson stride down the aisle for the last time to the tune of Hail to the Chief. Johnson stood like a caged eagle, proud, dignified, never to be trifled with, his eyes fixed on distant heights that now he would never reach. There was another fanfare and President-elect Richard Nixon appeared. His jaw jutted defiantly and yet he seemed uncertain, as if unsure that he was really there. He seemed exultant.
Yet he also...
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