Getting used to disappointment

When I was six years old in 1972, somehow we kids waiting for the bus home from school got to talking about politics — who our parents would be voting for in the next election. To this day, I remain proud that my parents were the only ones voting for McGovern. He lost, of course, and Nixon had a 61% mandate. Two years later, thanks to Tricky Dick himself (and Woodward and Bernstein), we had the last laugh, at least for a little while.