By Maureen Dowd of the New York Times
Nobody understood our relationship — least of all us.
It was, admittedly, odd.
“I like you,” the first President Bush wrote me once, after he was out of office. “Please don’t tell anyone.”
In decades of correspondence, he tried to figure out why we stayed in touch, beginning one note “Darn you Maureen Dowd” and mischievously observing in another, “Sometimes I found it better around my family to go ‘Maureen who?’”
