Volume 36, Number 20 · December 21, 1989
'Knee Deep in the Hoopla'
By Peggy Noonan
Dick Darman walks into my office, crisp shirt, crisp tie, brisk stride. He sits on the couch and motions to me. It is the summer of '84, I have been in the White House six months, I've just written one of the first of the President's campaign speeches.
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