This is a memoir piece I wrote years ago and now remember these events fondly
on the death of President Bush
ENCOUNTERS WITH PRESIDENT BUSH
When on home tours in America I
lived a mere block from the C and O Canal in Cabin John, Maryland. One afternoon in the early autumn of 1981 I
returned from work and invited my son Michael to join me in a run along the
canal tow path. As we ran from 81st Street down to and along the canal path we
heard:
“Molly? Molly?
Where are you, Molly?” As we
walked on, the voice, which sounded distressed, continued to call, Molly? Molly?
Come, Molly, come.
Suddenly a
figure I immediately recognized approached us.
Behind him were two men on mountain bikes in dark suits with those funny
Secret Service wires in their ears. The
figure was Vice President Bush. Then I
noticed there were two more SS agents up the tow path in front of him. As he continued to call for Molly, he suddenly
turned back down the tow path as he and the secret service agents continued to
call for Molly (you will want to know this) which they eventually found.
Michael and
I continued on our walk up the tow path and as we did I thought to myself, isn’t it wonderful that the former head of
the CIA and the vice-president of the most powerful nation in the world would
show so much concern for the family dog?
Actually it shouldn’t have amazed me at all. Our public officials are also human beings
who make their pets members of the family as many of us do.
Such
encounters with well know public political figures were fairly common in the
Washington area when I lived there. Later, at Ft. McNair where I did an
academic year at the War College in l982-83, I watched New York Marathon winner
Alberto Salazar and vice-president Bush run a few laps together around Ft.
McNair's track.
My
next encounter with now President Bush was involvement in his visit to
Australia. Such a possibility was first
mentioned in l988. In 1990 President
Bush called Australia's Prime Minister Bob Hawke and told Hawke he would be
coming later that year.
In
July of l991 my designated deputy Ray Burson called me while I was visiting my
sister in Ohio, to say the White House had announced the trip for later in the
year. I was glad for the challenge, glad
I had the seasoned, steady, pro Ray Burson as my deputy. I was pleased to have such advance notice and
would begin to staff out and plan visit support in August. I thought this would
make the Coral Sea commemorations less important to the ambassador. It would
also be a good challenge other than
Coral Sea, which did not entirely
enchant me.
In
September I went to Townsville in north Queensland to pre-advance for the Bush
visit because we had been told the president would enjoy one day of bill
fishing. I chose an outfit that arranged
such adventures. They took me out in their boat to show how they would manage a
trip for a senior American official. (I could not say the senior official was
the president.) They said they would
treat me as the senior official and show me what they could do. So I was given the privilege of hauling in
the first strike. A tuna took the bait
fish, about 12 inches long, dressed in a pink plastic collar and skimming along
the surface of the water only about 30 yards behind the boat. In saltwater, the boat's crew told me, the
noise of the boat attracts rather than frightens the fish. The tuna gave me a terrific fight for half
an hour, running out again and again towards the horizon. I finally pulled it alongside and one of the
crew of five gill gaffed it and lifted it into the boat. I think I was nearly as exhausted as the
fish. It was such a beautiful blue and
silver creature that I regretted I was involved in taking its life. As it turned out, the president did not go
bill fishing.
In
December, l991, in my annual year end letter to family and friends I wrote:
“Some
of you may have read that George and Barbara Bush are dropping in to spend New
Year's Eve with us. It will be just like
old times with George and Barbara arriving in their own 747 accompanied by 250
White House aides. They have all been
invited to come along to do the New Year Down Under and on their trail will be
over 200 White House journalists who have chartered their own 747 to join the
party. George has asked me to “do
something” with the press.
We are not yet sure that 747s can land
at Canberra's modest airport, which is only the first of a series of possible
complications that only you who have worked in embassies abroad can fully
appreciate. But matching White House
expectations with local realities should be easier here than in most nations in
the world.”
Then
we were told the visit was postponed and probably would be canceled. You could reasonably have expected me to
feel relief. But I had put so much of
myself into gathering and organizing staff and resources and preparing for the
visit that the cancellation deflated me.
Plus there were two events, one the launching of a new national
Australian center for American studies and the other the opening of the
American gallery in the National Maritime Museum in which I had played a major
role, start to finish. Nothing could
promote the success of these projects more than being formally opened by an
American president.
Then
we were told the visit was on again and I wrote in my journal that despite the
on again off again confusions, the visit
should go well. I was at the peak of my
effectiveness in Australia, was consulted by everyone from the ambassador on
down, and had begun to feel like the embassy's historian, the one who always
knew how it was done the last time. I
wanted this visit for our bilateral relations with Australia and for my
officers and staff. And for me. These last months of my tour will include a
presidential visit and the 50th Coral Sea commemorations. That is a fine ending to my four years in
Australia.
December 1991 notes from my journal
weeks before President Bush arrives.
In
Sydney, after three days with a White House advance team, I lay on the point of
Mrs. Macquarie's chair, a lovely park that reaches into Sydney's harbor. The first governor's wife used to sit at that
spot at the end of the l8th Century.
A soft breeze comes off the harbor as the ferry boats go to and
fro. A splendid view of downtown Sydney
and the opera house and the bridge. I
lay there for an hour like a wounded animal, exhausted, trying to recover. Is it my age?
I
walked by the Fleet Steps and read the memorial where Elizabeth II first put
her foot on Australian soil in l954 and then walked to Lord Nelson's Pub in the
Rocks. This is the Lord Nelson l8th Century pub Dan Quayle dropped
into when he visited Australia in l989.
One of their offerings is now Quayle Ale. The White House staff wants Bush to do a pub
stop.
We
stand between the White House and the prime minister's office. The language is English but nonetheless we
are interpreters, explaining the habits and practices of one to the other.
I
learned at 9 am this morning that the Bush visit has been shifted at
Australia's initiative to begin on New Year's Eve in Sydney with fireworks and
to end in Melbourne. I think this will
be a much better program for Australia, for the Australian and American media
and almost surely for the President and his party. There have been so many shifts in his program
that that we have now adjusted to adjusting.
There
is unhappiness in my office because of the schedule change. I managed to get one exception to the “no
leaves” policy for a marriage in the US.
Otherwise I refused leaves to everyone.
The
advance crew from the White House seems a nice bunch and I now believe that the
fundamentals (services, space, personnel, policies) are in place for this visit
and that they look good. We have had
some shifts this week, especially with the change in Australian prime ministers
(Bob Hawke to Paul Keating). Now comes the endless detail and rehearsal of
details that makes the difference between excellence and disaster; there seems
to be no middle ground in these matters.
President
and Barbara Bush were great ambassadors for the US, a big hit. He was the first American president to visit
our ally Down Under in 25 years. But I
will always cherish the memory of his humanity during the minutes I heard him
trying to find his lost puppy. When he
did not know anyone else other than his security detail was listening.