In the closing weeks of the 1964 presidential campaign, at a rally in Marion, Ohio, I rose to meet my first test of Republican loyalty. Things were tough that fall and many in the party were keeping their distance from the nominee, ducking for cover, scurrying away to escape an impending landside. But not my older brother Chris and me. No sir, we were proud to step up on the platform, lend our unequivocal support, and even offer a kind of written endorsement for Barry M. Goldwater. The two profiles in courage were pictured in the next day’s Marion Star.
