Bill Clinton has long confounded me. In 1992, I was somewhat suspicious the guy some of the nastier pundits dubbed Slick Willie. I certainly did not vote for him in the primary, choosing either former Senator Paul Tsongas (MA) or now-governor Jerry Brown (CA).
I watched Clinton pretty much every time he was on TV, from that surreal saxophone playing on the Arsenio Hall Show to that less-than-comfortable interview, along with Hillary, on 60 Minutes. Continue reading “Bill Clinton is 70”