There was a sense of skill here, a wonderment that the dark-skinned lady in charge of the sizzling grill knew precisely what she was doing every single moment with her patties of meat. That to me is America. People get up every day and do their jobs. It was fabulous just to watch somebody do their job. Life isn't Sam Donaldson, George Stephanopoulos, punditry.
Life is work.
People doing their jobs. I wrote about both the Democratic and the Republican conventions in 1952. We don't see anything anymore. You know who the nominee is going to be long before the convention. When you had something like Eisenhower fighting Taft, or you had Kennedy fighting all kinds of other people, you didn't have the foggiest idea who was going to be nominated.