Just after the 88 election I entered the Nashville Admiral’s Club, it was near deserted but at a table were Kitty and Michael. I was tempted to go up to meet them, but all I could think to say was glad you lost. So I left them alone. That said, Kitty looked me and really looked like a B____.
But RIP Kitty.
In '89 I was at the Red Sox spring training game when they were in Winter Haven FL, up about 15 rows behind home plate, and Dukakis was gladhanding people in the VIP seats further down, closer to the field. He seemed happy, but then politicians never look unhappy unless they're ranting about Trump or Elon or MAGA or something.