Let George Bush wander a few miles from the Oval Office or the womb of Air Force One, and he is apt to go native in search of the great American middle class. He has been sighted in a Frederick, Md., JCPenney store buying socks and recorded in New Hampshire's political precincts slanging from the stump about frogs without wings and liberals jumping on an unspecified part of his anatomy. Last week he uncovered a cache of supermarket checkout gear at the Orlando convention of the National Grocers Association. The pampered and protected President was dazzled. Supermarket habitues have been using...
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