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I was just learning to read, just starting to build a vocabulary. I knew what a President was, because I remember the election of Dwight Eisenhower. Everyone wore big pins saying “I Like Ike.” He was the President, the leader of my country, the country my dad had helped fight for in World War II, the general who had been so important in D-Day.
So, then we got a vice-president. I just figured if one guy was President of the country, then the other guy must be President of Vice.
What I remember about saying this to my dad is that he got that all-over-his-face grin that happened when he thought something was really funny. He asked me, “So, Linda, what do you think vice is?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It must be important, though, if we need a President for it.”
Innocence is a wonderful thing.