During W.'s 2000 convention in Philadelphia, my sister showed up at my door.
She was volunteering for the Republican nominee and carrying a “W. Stands for Women” sign. The hotels were sold out and she wanted to crash in my room.
I told her that she could come in but the sign could not.
I brought Peggy along for a meal with Johnny Apple, the Times politics and food writer who was known as a legend in his own lunchtime.
She asked Johnny if W. would win the presidency. I was interested in his reply because he had known W. and Al Gore since they were young, having covered their dads.
“Bush will win,” he told my sister in his booming voice, his napkin hanging from his neck like a bib. “And he will be a very popular president.”
I always think of that moment, and how 9/11 upended everything and what could have been different, on the rare occasions when W. pops up.