My Dad Was A Methodist

I Didn't Used To Care About Living A Long Time. Not That I Wasn't Enjoying Life, But I Never Sat Around Asking How I'd Get To Be 100, You Know. But Now I Want To Live Long Enough To See Every School Child In The World Getting A Good, Nutritious Lunch Every Day.

I Always Thought Of Myself As A Good Old South Dakota Boy Who Grew Up Here On The Prairie. My Dad Was A Methodist Minister. I Went Off To War. I Have Been Married To The Same Woman Forever. I'm What A Normal, Healthy, Ideal American Should Be Like.

I Firmly Believed Throughout 1971 That The Major Hurdle To Winning The Presidency Was Winning The Democratic Nomination. I Believed That Any Reasonable Democrat Would Defeat President Nixon. I Now Think That No One Could Have Defeated Him In 1972.

I Still Love To Go Back To Mitchell [his Home Town] And Wander Up And Down Those Streets. It Just Kind Of Reassures Me Again That There Is A Place That I Know Thoroughly, Where The Roots Are Deep. Everything Had A Place, A Specific Definition.

It's Possible To Dazzle A Crowd If You Really Work At It. But That Is No Qualification For Leadership. Hitler Was A Master Of Crowds.