My pal, the Pres­i­dent

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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

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