For the President, a weekend that was twice not to be
Hello, this is the President. This is Ronald Reagan. I understand you want to talk to me. Would you talk to me? This is the President. If you are hearing me, will you please tell me, and we can have that talk that you want.
The situation was bizarre. In a minor incident whose initial form was to be echoed large half a world away a few hours later, a lone driver had rammed his truck through the gates of Georgia's Augusta National Golf Club, site of the Masters Tournament. Reagan had...
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