At Last I Can Remove that Canadian Flag from my Backpack

My earliest memories of presidential events are probably of Watergate. I was five and a half and getting ready to enter the first grade when when Nixon finally resigned, so I suppose that's not too surprising. I have much clearer memories of the '76 presidential campaign, particularly the big, toothy grin caricatures of Jimmy Carter. Then there was John Anderson. The Eighties were a dark time for my father. For various reasons, he found it difficult living in a world where Reagan was elected president. Twice. I was reminded of this after GWB became my president.