Back in 1982, in a diner in Little Rock, I happened to overhear a conversation between a group of men sitting in the next booth. This is an example of the sentiment of some of the people in Arkansas around the time Terry Wallis last remembered stuff before his accident. It went like this:
Did you hear that Bill Clinton wants to run for president? Shoot dog! How the hell is he going to be able to do that?
Yeah, how is he gonna get to be president, with all his lying and womanizing, and all?
I don't know, but that's what they say he wants to do.
Can you imagine him as president?
Poor Terry. It might be better not to tell him that Bill Clinton actually served two terms as president. He just might relapse back into his previous comatose state.
Her missed the Clinton years- I'd trade places with this guy in a New York minute!