It was between the hours of ten and eleven; my brother came running down the hall and threw open the door:
“Tricky Dick’s going to China!”
by Richard Brookhiser
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It was between the hours of ten and eleven; my brother came running down the hall and threw open the door:
“Tricky Dick’s going to China!”

About the Author
Historian Richard Brookhiser is a senior editor of National Review and a senior fellow at the National Review Institute.
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It was between the hours of ten and eleven; my brother came running down the hall and threw open the door:
“Tricky Dick’s going to China!”
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About the Author
Historian Richard Brookhiser is a senior editor of National Review and a senior fellow at the National Review Institute.
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