Word: sonly
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...front and center. Her rules? Never brag. Never quit. Never let 'em know you're hurting. Be honest. Be kind. Care about the other guy--help him. Don't look down on anyone. Compete hard. Play to win. Give the other guy credit. Until she died in 1992, her son the President telephoned her every...
...thing she could not prepare him for was having a son like George W. While the elder Bush was never really a child, his son was one for a long, long time. It was soon after they'd departed the East Coast for the wilds of West Texas that George Sr. wrote back to his father-in-law, "Georgie aggravates the hell out of me at times...but then at times I'm so proud of him I could die." A friend who went to school with the son but worked for the father says, "It's not that...
...wasn't long before the son realized he was maybe a little too loose, too deep fried, for his father's taste--but he liked that. W. performed the most disgraceful stunts, the ones that would have angered the grandparents the most, the cigar chewing, the strutting, and swearing and smoking cigarettes in the dining room of the Nonantum Hotel in Kennebunkport when he was 12. He'd round up the younger brothers and say, "O.K., you little wieners, line up," and he'd shoot them in the back with his air gun, and they would all flail and pretend...
...Bush children seemed capable of making a name for himself the old-fashioned way, it was brother Jeb. He was the one on the fast track, the serious son, the Phi Beta Kappa, the one with the ambition and focus that W. disdained. A family adviser explains the relationship this way: "W.'s kind of like the guy who spends the night before the test in his Corvette, running around with two cheerleaders, and drives by the brainiac's house and says, 'Jeb, can I have your notes?' The brainiac gets an A, but W. slides by with...
...interesting thing about all this acting out was that to any stranger watching the Bush children grow up, W. still looks like an awfully faithful son, a much more faithful Xerox of his father than Jeb, who after all went to the University of Texas, not Yale, then married his Mexican wife, Columba, and settled in Florida rather than back home. W. followed his father step for step. "He is always anxious to please his father," one of the President's oldest and closest counselors said a few years ago, "and he has done it by emulation. He went...