Meeting Lyndon Johnson

In the summer of 1960, I was a high school Junior in Sacramento with an almost brand new driver's license and two burning ambitions:  to get the use of one of the family cars, and to get myself a date.   I was ecstatic when my father finally gave in on the use of the car.  …

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