Richard “Dick” Nixon

comic about Richard "Dick" Nixon

Richard “Dick” Nixon

This is hard for me to say, but I miss Dick. It's not easy to put into words what he meant to me. Certain people come into your life at certain times and your life is never the same again. It happened when Salieri heard Mozart for the first time. It happened when Donald Trump came under the spell of his hairdresser. It happened when the Captain met Tennille. And it happened when Richard Milhous Nixon shook my world in the summer of that fateful year of nineteen hundred and sixty. The space race had just begun. Don Draper was just cutting his teeth at Sterling, Cooper. And I was a forlorn and aimless yoot on the sout side of Chicago, living in a Catholic and Democrat household in a Catholic and Democrat city that was all goo goo and gaga for a handsome young Irishman named, well you know. But not me. No, not me. Whether it was because we shared the same first name, or eventually the same nose, the fact is I became infatuated with this strange individual that almost everyone I knew seemed to hate. Of course, I had no understanding of politics at the time. Not that it would have mattered. Even if you would have told me my hero would eventually become the first president in our history to resign from office, I would have just shrugged. The heart knows what it knows. Somehow I felt that we were kindred spirits. Two soul mates without souls. Well, decades have passed, and it will take centuries for history to sort it all out. But to all of you impressionable young kids out there, remember this: haters are gonna hate, so if you're going to be a Dick, you might as well be a tricky one.