It looked like a county-fair town at election time. Hawkers were sold out of balloons and popcorn; hotels were jammed—and charging three times their normal prices. On every street, flags hung from front stoops and gawking kids from tree limbs. Several banners proclaimed: L.B.J. ALL THE WAY.
L.B.J. himself grinned and waved back to the welcoming townsfolk, the tension draining from his face as the crowds' enthusiasm washed over him. But he said nothing on arrival. He had not come to New Jersey's...