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WFB the Sweetheart



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I had known only his cool, sometimes aloof public persona for years when I nervously met him for the first time at some forgotten function in the mid 80s. I said to Catherine when I got home, in amazement, “But he’s a sweetheart!” Utterly unpretentious, absorbed in whatever you had to say, he had the kind of manners that are so good that they cease being manners and become a warming aura. Yes, I know he changed the world, and I’m glad about that. But what so often occurred to me in his presence was that I was talking with an extraordinarily good man.



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