One can imagine, at the height of Watergate, a tortured Richard Nixon, a late night lit just by the glow of the moon, padding around the White House, the only sartorial concession from the blue suit coat a velvet robe over the shirt and tie, creased pants and wingtips, looking at the ghosts of his predecessors.
At Dogwood Books in Rome, Georgia, I’m talking with the owner about the state of the race to replace Marjorie Taylor Greene, her resignation prompting a special election that drew two dozen candidates, the vast majority Republicans.
Every presidential administration puts its mark on the White House, and much is being made of President Trump’s demolition of the East Wing of it in preparation for construction of a new one, including a ballroom.