I took a trip to the South Pacific. It was something like Bill Clinton's trip to Africa, except that not having anybody in my traveling party who had ever been subpoenaed, I was spared those nagging reminders of home that you get when you glance across the table after a relaxed dinner on some veranda and notice someone you can still picture emerging from the U.S. Court House.
On the other hand, Clinton was able to avoid public discussion of the latest White House scandal simply by appearing in sober settings with people like Nelson Mandela. Lacking protective schedulers, I was...
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