I was once within mere feet of him, ten at most. These kinds of things happen when you intern in DC, working the door of an award dinner. He was with his secretary, who had worked for him for decades. I didn't notice him at first; he looked--walking toward the elevator--like any old man: head bowed, age spots on his cheeks, shuffling toward the
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