Forty-five years ago today.
We left-wing voters were all breathing a sigh of relief and saying “don’t let the door hit you on your way out” and good riddance. I know my mother was sad, so sad. She had a framed signed photograph of Tricky Dick and Pat on her bedside table as a result of her great generosity to his re-election campaign. We never discussed it, though. How many other loyal Republicans wept, I do wonder.