October 13, 2012 President Williams sits nursing a beer in his private quarters. He feels confined, like a goldfish in a bowl. Between the Secret Service, his aides and the constant presence of the media pool, he rarely has a moment to himself.
October 7, 2012 The president laughed and stuck the pea in his nose again. The first time he had done it, he had gotten such a big laugh that he simply had to do it again. After all, it was Christmas Eve! No war, no unemployment. Just a little dinnertime fun for the leader of the free world and his family.
October 6, 2012 His swearing-in had been sworn, his speech given, the parade finished. At the Inaugural Balls Bill Taft had danced and eaten. He had listened to the jokes of senators and newspapermen. Now it was all over and there was one thing left to do. He would have a bath.
October 4, 2012 I told him it was a pleasure to meet him and that it was an absolute honor. He said he needed more time to think, so here I am watching and waiting. Two broad, expressionless men stand at each side of the front door of Bragg's Brunch n' More.
September 30, 2012 Anne Royall was a professional, first and foremost — a point she had to keep reminding herself the morning she caught President John Quincy Adams swimming naked in the Potomac.
September 29, 2012 He finishes knotting his American-flagged tie and steps back, assessing. The office has taken its toll — he looks older, more jowly, slackened. His hair is grayer than it was — four years? Seven years? — ago. Some days he thinks it's his father looking back at him and he waves, two-fingered.