by Taffy Cannon
It’s not my first political button, of course. That would be the gold elephant wearing black plastic Goldwater glasses that a friend of my father’s gave me in 1964. I wore that pin proudly and was always prepared to discuss A Choice Not an Echo, though I can’t remember anybody wanting to. Decades later when we were both very different people, I realized that Hillary Rodham had probably been wearing the same pin on her winter coat that year, in a different suburban neighborhood of our native Chicago.
By the time the next presidential election rolled around in 1968, I was a junior Poli Sci major at Duke and all hell was breaking loose in the political world.
I’d worked the first part of that summer in a loose Congressional internship and had some equally loose connections to the…
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