A glass of Rebel Yell bourbon close at hand and classical music playing softly on the stereo, the ex-newspaper reporter mulls over ideas at home for the next presidential speech. By 2 a.m., he is pounding away at his portable typewriter, smoothly capturing the cadences and patterns of his boss's speaking style. Next morning, red-eyed from a night without sleep but wearing his favorite cream-colored suit, he hands his manuscript to the President in the Oval Office, then argues tenaciously in defense of every word. Only rarely does Gerald Ford ask for a...
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