After six weeks in Denver, the convalescing President grew happily restive as the autumn days flew swiftly. He walked as much as 500 feet without halting; his visitors were many. He talked to visitors about his heart attack. For the first few days, under sedation, he had felt completely spent, not caring what happened next. He had felt his own pulse and found it laboring like a weary steam locomotive: "Chug . . . Chug, Chug, Chug . . . Chuuug." Now the rhythm was calm and strong and regular. That was a...
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