No, not because of the election, though that’s a good guess. What’s kept me awake at night was worry about whether I would feel the same way about my Chicago Cubs now that they have won the World Series.
My first visit to Washington, D.C., was in the summer of 1964, less than a year after President Kennedy’s assassination. I was 13, and Dad had invited me to take a business trip with him to the nation’s capital.
The mayor called shortly after that week’s newspaper hit the streets. He was upset, as public officials tend to be when they’re unhappy with a story you’ve written. I argued back that the story was accurate and fair.