I have loved Bill Clinton since 1990 when I happened to catch him making a speech to a teachers' organization in, I believe, New Hampshire. I stopped dead in my tracks and listed to the whole thing. I knew I had found the guy, the candidate I had been waiting for all those years of unfulfilled political junkiedom. When he entered the Presidential race of 1992 I drove many miles alone across the state of Texas to see him anytime he appeared. I shook hands with him and never got over it. I thrilled to his victory(s), and during his entire time in the White House I supported and defended him against every attack. I liked Hillary, too, but it was really Bill that I connected with.
At the 2004 convention, I was so thrilled when he gave his speech. I kept telling my husband things like, "He's still just the best, isn't he?" And "Nobody can even come close to that. Listen to him!" Well, the next night I heard a speech that was the best I had ever heard since the "I Have A Dream" speech, and it knocked me over. I stood up in my living room, clapping and cheering with tears running down my face, and I knew I again had something to look forward to. I didn't know when, but I knew I had seen the Next Big Thing.
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