My pal, the President
IN response to the winning letter ‘She reigns, she roves’ ( July 6), in the early 1960s, I was a lieutenant in the American army, stationed in New York. Once, when walking to my folks’ apartment, I saw walking in front of me, with one—yes, just one— security guard, Harry Truman ( above). As I passed him, I saluted and he started chatting.
We walked five blocks together and, as we were nearing my folks’ apartment, I saw my father standing in front waiting for me. I asked President Truman to walk one more block. As we neared my father, I said: ‘Dad, let me introduce you to an army buddy of mine, Harry Truman.’ My father got a year of free lunches on that story. Robert Rosenthal, Studio City, California, USA