14/03/2026 21:04

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The worst thing to happen to us in September was far more personal than political. compulsive leaking by a few staffers, ensured press coverage that often resembled what I’d experienced during the New York primary. the Potomac River on Memorial Bridge to the Lady Bird Johnson Circle just outside Arlington National Cemetery. When the voting began, I still didn’t know whether we were going to win or lose.

My brief reverie was shattered the next day, when a small boat laden with explosives blew up beside the USSCole, in port in Aden, Yemen. After we agreed on a generous aid package, the G-7 meeting also left no doubt that the rich nations were all committed to helping Russia. I loved every one of our Thanksgivings at Camp David, but the first one was special, because it was Mother’s last. eady to learn and graduate ready to succeed; every family would be able to succeed at home and at work, an