My earliest memory of politics was Watergate. I remember it was a constant on the TV in Granny’s living room in Hendersonville, Tennessee, during a hot Watergate summer. Walter Cronkite and others droned on about events I didn’t understand, but I could sense something serious was happening in faraway places.
The next political memory I have is from 4th grade at Sylvan Elementary School in Modesto, California. By then, I was living in my eighth or ninth childhood home, right across the street from my sixth or seventh school. That fall, we held a mock election across the school. I voted for Jimmy Carter and felt so disappointed when he lost to Gerald Ford in our little school election. At the time, it didn’t feel like much of a consolation that Carter was the actual winner of the presidency.
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