Living History
Chapter One
Bill Clinton
Bill clinton was hard to miss in the
autumn of 1970. He arrived at
Yale Law School looking more like
a Viking than a Rhodes Scholar
returning from two years at
Oxford. He was tall and handsome
somewhere beneath that reddish
brown beard and curly mane of
hair. He also had a vitality that
seemed to shoot out of his pores.
When I first saw him in the law
school's student lounge, he was
holding forth before a rapt
audience of fellow students. As I
walked by, I heard him say:
"... and not only that, we grow the
biggest watermelons in the world!"
I asked a friend, "Who is that?"
"Oh, that's Bill Clinton," he said.
"He's from Arkansas, and that's all
he ever talks about."
We would run into each other
around campus, but we never
actually met until one night at the
Yale law library the following
spring. I was studying in the
library, and Bill was standing out
in the hall talking to another
student, Jeff Gleckel, who was
trying to persuade Bill to write for
the Yale Law Journal. I noticed
that he kept looking over at me.
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