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Morris told me one time that politics needed more bighearted people—"more knights and princes"—and more laughter. He recalled a territorial board meeting in Prescott. There was great tension about whether to raise taxes. To relieve the strain, Morris said, "Gentlemen, I think this board has to be reorganized. We have t...
I had an eighteen-inch copy made of Buckey's statue. It sits in my study today. The bronze work reminds me of Morris's princely character. I've tried to be more like Morris, magnanimous and more gracious in politics, as the years have passed. It has become easier with time and perspective. The story of Morris and Buc...
Morris died in 1939 in Prescott, where his wife, Sallie, had passed away seven years earlier. He was eighty-seven years old. No building in Prescott was large enough for the wake and funeral of the little fellow, who was only five feet four. A Masonic memorial service was finally held in a big local theater. Morris had...
I've never carried money in my life—literally. If anyone ever asked me to rub two nickels together, I couldn't do it. My daughters, Joanne and little Peggy, are always lecturing me. Peg claims I never had a checkbook in my life. That's not correct, although an accountant actually pays most of my bills. Little Peggy s...
Dean Burch, once my legislative assistant in the Senate and later chairman of the Republican National Committee, claims Barry Goldwater is the worst money manager of any man he's ever known. He says I leave too many gifts along my tracks. Well, that may be, but what's the dough for anyway? As they say, you can't take i...
My Dad—his nickname was Barry—was an outstanding businessman, but he spent no time on family investments, either. My parents did not own our home, and we rented the store. When Dad made money, he spent it. He was generous with charities, especially when St. Joseph's Catholic Hospital had financial problems near the tur...
I packed my bags. I'd shaken a lot of dust on people, and there was no use denying it. It would be difficult without Bob, Carolyn, Rosie, and my other buddies. But this fellow wasn't going to leave with his tail between his legs. They would see—all of them, Dad included—that I'd come back with medals. And the girls wou...
I whispered back, "Buckey, that's my father." He turned red and ran to the toilet. I didn't see him for a few hours. He finally came back, and everything was all right. We've been friends ever since. Buckey now lives in Santa Clara, California. My father's words rang crisp and final when I got off the train in Virgin...
Patch was about six feet tall, with blue eyes and reddish hair, weighing some 170 pounds, and light on his feet. The thing that marked him as a man and officer was his personal discipline. He wasn't tough or mean. He was calm. He never lost his temper, no matter what. Behind those steel blue eyes was a taskmaster. If ...
Sandy would always tell us to remember our basic orders, to keep in mind our original estimate of the situation. Not to just jump into a fight. Not to make big changes unless the battle shows the estimate was wrong. If you remember that, you may be able to avoid getting yourself and your men hurt. After completing an ...
You sure as hell have a much clearer picture of the situation, as Sandy said, when you're being shot at. The trick is to figure out how or why you got there and the best ways to escape and come back on the other guy's tail. At Staunton I was still a long way from being a deep thinker. Much of the time I was in trouble...
I had only one fight. That was with my first roommate. I owed him money for something and paid him in silver dollars. He'd never seen a silver dollar and said it wasn't U.S. money. I'd never seen paper money, although we talked about it at home. So we put up our dukes and fought a financial war. One semester I had so ...
It was a big mistake. I should have gone to the Point. To this day, I believe I was better equipped, psychologically, to be a military officer than a politician. Politics is a life that is often out of focus, that rises and falls with the tide of events and everchanging public opinion. For the most part, the military ...
"They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for actions, nor to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself...
Show me a gadget, and you've found a handyman who'll be late to dinner. Lead me to a car engine or television set on the fritz, and you're talking with an amateur mechanic who just decided not to go to a party. Taxi a new military fighter plane onto a runway, and you've got an old jet jock who has tossed his day's sche...
My conscience has sometimes suffered because I took time and energy away from my family and professional life. Instead of flying or rapping in my radio shack, I might have been with the children or working behind my desk. Later, I'd try to make it up. We'd take photos on a camping trip or fly somewhere for a few days o...
No one can ever know this fellow without getting his hands dirty with him, or jumping into a plane and taking off somewhere. Flying is my first love. It has been a hobby and part-time career. I flew in the U.S. Army Air Corps for about four years in World War II. After the war, flying was so much in my blood that I for...
Those early instructors rarely taught students how to get out of a spin. One of them once said jokingly to me, "If you ever get into one, let go of everything and start the Lord's Prayer." That sure as hell wasn't going to solve my problem, so I grabbed the damn stick with both hands and instead took a deep breath to ...
My proposals to Peggy would fill a good part of a long love story. She held out for a firm promise that I'd really ground myself. Her instincts were right. I never did. Peg finally accepted inside a Muncie phone booth. It was my twenty-fourth birthday—New Year's Eve, 1933. The booth was her idea—no trap. We were on our...
The colonel took the hint. He led me to a typewriter, where I filled out an application to join the corps for a one-year tour of active duty. Within a month I was in uniform at Luke. First Lieutenant Goldwater became a ground school gunnery instructor. Peggy understood. It was flying. When Congress declared war in 194...
When the firehouse relief showed up about seven o'clock, they told Fred about a news report on the radio. It said Pearl Harbor had been bombed. Fred thought they were pulling his leg and shouted back, "Oh, yeah, what and where's Pearl Harbor?" Despite his doubts, Fred decided to play it by the rule book. He phoned the...
Fred wanted a big, loud one. As he put it, "Barry, get me one of those whorehouse pianos." I called the madam at the biggest bordello in town. She obliged. "Anything for the boys." We rolled out to her house with a big truck, hoisted the piano aboard, and rumbled back to base. The party roared like a bear in a barrel...
In a stroke of luck, I was one of nine pilots to ferry the first and last group of single-engine P-47 Thunderbolts from the United States across the North Atlantic to American units in Britain. We lost one plane at a refueling stop before landing in Scotland. The pilot survived. All single-engine aircraft were later se...
"Honey," I replied, "the one and only." We were escorted by the headwaiter to a good table and shown impeccable service. Strangers bought us drinks and came by to say hello. The four Westerners agreed these Easterners weren't so bad after all. We later learned that a well-known New York philanthropist was named Goldw...
Young women were sewing dresses and other clothes in a Hattie Carnegie workshop on the same floor across the street. A few came to the windows when they heard the quacking. None could see the duck, so more came to find the quack—not me, the duck. Production finally came to a standstill. One of the girls eventually spot...
I later flew in the China-Burma-India theater. We had shuttle runs over the Himalaya Mountains, known as the Hump, delivering arms, ammunition, and equipment to Chiang Kai-shek's forces. The Americans had a running skirmish with Lord Mountbatten, one of Britain's theater commanders over there. I flew into Karachi with...
Word came that Mountbatten himself was arriving. This was big. A lot of strings were being pulled. I was not going to be the yo-yo. So I jumped in the C-54 and took off. That baby bounced around nearly every Allied base in India with Mountbatten's boys on its tail. I'll never forget the tail number—444. Our intelligen...
If LeMay were in my boots, he never would have run from Mountbatten. The colonel would have greeted the British commander with a broad smile, his around-the-clock cigar in his mouth, and blown smoke rings in Mountbatten's face. I mean that. He wouldn't have said more than a pleasant howdy behind rings of zeros. LeMay w...
In November 1945 I was mustered out but soon formed the Arizona Air National Guard. I took a reduction in rank from colonel to captain to assume command of the guard's 197th Fighter Squadron. My first request was that the unit not be racially segregated. It was soon approved. After I came home from the war, Hank Runni...
There were some hills in the area, but we had to get down to see how close we were to Navojoa and where we could land. Suddenly, as the clouds broke, we were on a collision course with a smoking locomotive several hundred feet below. I pulled the plane up in a helluva hurry. The ceiling was too low to find a landing s...
We talked to the provincial governor about getting us more gas. He said okay and invited us to a local wedding to wait out the storm. Hank didn't want to go, saying we looked like bums. Nobody had shaved that morning, and we wore old clothes. The governor started walking, and that was good enough for me. I got into st...
One day we drove out to Sky Harbor International Airport. I pointed to a new Air Coupe—a single-engine, two-seater prop job and said, "Hank, that's your new buggy." His eyes bulged. Maybe he thought Peggy and I were planning to have seven or eight more kids. I told him not to worry about that. He said, "Hell, Barry, ...
I bought Hank a new plane. In those days, I did a lot of flying up in Navajo country. The tribe had some wicked winters. I'd collect food and hay and drop them to Indian families and cattle cut off by snowdrifts. I've probably spent more time with Arizona's Indians than any other white man. It grew from an innocent b...
Some of this may seem superficial. It isn't. These are outward signs of how something that began as a simple interest and historical hobby became an inner conviction and commitment. From my first campout in Indian country, the red man always seemed as much—if not more—a part of Arizona and America as any white or black...
Eventually, I purchased most of my collection of some seven hundred dolls from a Phoenix architect, John Kibbey. So the public might share in the lore of these multicolored dolls, we donated hundreds of them to the famous Heard Museum of Native American Anthropology and Art in Phoenix. A few still stand like sentinels ...
Relocation still continues. The bitterness between the two tribes remains. It's not a perfect solution—there can't be with the many complex aspects of the land exchange—but Indian leaders have long used the endless feud between their tribes as a political poisoned arrow. Anglo activists, most from outside Arizona, hav...
However, the Indians face immediate, overwhelming problems. Their dropout rate is greater than among any other sector of our educational system. Unemployment on reservations often runs 50 and sometimes 70 percent. Alcoholism is rampant. Most Indians do not trust the white man, and with reason. The present federal welf...
The cause of all Indians is a personal dream and a public hope in the crisscrossed lives of Barry Goldwater. On entering politics, policy prohibited me from remaining in the guard. I continued flying in the Air Force Reserve and, when elected to the Senate, organized the 9999th Air Reserve Squadron, which was composed...
Pitts didn't know my secret as I struggled to get aboard the aircraft. It was a tight fit. Using a cane, I had to climb several steps that folded down from the fuselage. A narrow passageway led to the cabin. Since I couldn't sit up, Bill removed the two seats on the right side of the aircraft. He put a mattress there....
"Bourbon!" I roared. That was my last word for the entire flight. No more pain. The tired and mellow passenger slept like a baby all the way to Phoenix. Arizona is a large state, covering more than 72 million acres. My friend Jerry Foster and I have flown over almost every square foot of it. In the past twenty years o...
Three hours later, we were in a thunderstorm and running out of gas over Mexico. I mean, we were running right on empty. Jerry was bugging me on the radio: "Where are the maps, professor? How about a geography and geology lesson on good old Mexico?" He was creaming me. We spotted a little town and landed. "Hell, Jerr...
When Senator Carl Hayden, an Arizona legend, died, President Johnson flew to Phoenix for the funeral. Hayden had served in the U.S. House of Representatives and Senate for fifty-seven years. Johnson was flying by army helicopter from Sky Harbor International Airport to Gammage Auditorium at Arizona State University in...
He was still arguing. "Where?" "There!" I said, pointing to a patch of clear grass to the side of the auditorium. "Aw, shit!" Jerry hollered, and put the bird down. Jerry was right. The stuff hit the fan. It seemed every cop in town was bearing down on us—Tempe and university police, the highway patrol and Secret Se...
Jerry was another guy who was always on me for not carrying money on our trips. We flew to Los Angeles one time for a Johnny Carson roast. I was on the program. We were picked up at the airport by a limousine with a real good-looking gal behind the wheel. We went to the roast, had a bite to eat and a few laughs, and r...
A few weeks later, he flew me up to Lake Powell on the Arizona-Utah border. Powell is one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. A magnificent stretch of red rocks borders the water for many miles. We choppered from there to our old trading post. Then we flew to Rainbow Lodge, a hideaway my wife bought long ago. We...
"Jerry and I talked about how the area got its name, the geology and geography, and more about the history of the place. "We flew to Flagstaff, where we refueled, and on to the lava beds east of the San Francisco Peaks, just south of Sunset Crater. I talked about the peaks, how they were named, and their elevation. "...
"We refueled at Grand Canyon Airport and flew back to Phoenix. It was simply a beautiful day." Flying is a great adventure because it actually takes you there. Some of my most enjoyable moments have been discovering America from the air—naming mountains and rivers, picking out a city or landmark in the distance, watch...
People have asked more questions about one of my engineering enterprises than any other gadget. It's the electric eye I installed to raise the American flag outside our home when the sun rises and lower it at sunset. This device wasn't generally known when I began fooling with it. Now, of course, they're all over the c...
Our mailboxes, especially in Washington, have always been full of gadgets to assemble. On many lonely evenings, without a wife and family there, I'd pull out a diagram to begin another project—from a musical doorbell for our apartment that played "Off We Go into the Wild Blue Yonder" to weathervanes and other gimmicks ...
In my Senate days, I'd pull out the orange juice and fix myself a peanut-butter-and-bacon sandwich—a favorite—or put a frozen dinner in the microwave to eat while reading a project's instructions. Two old bullfight posters from Spain, hanging from the walls, told one and all about a renowned matador, Don Barry Goldwate...
On most mornings, I climbed out of the rack about five o'clock, often to check my handiwork of the evening before. I was usually at my Senate office by 7:30 A.M. after reading the Washington _Post_ 's latest liberal line. That rarely started my day well. There was some satisfaction in knowing the hours could only impro...
I've never smoked, either. My mother told us kids that smoking and coffee would stunt our growth. The three of us have always said we were lucky she didn't say anything about booze. This fellow was sometimes not at his best in the morning, especially if he'd caught some red-eye plane ride to return to the Senate. When...
I met Bill Davis, foreman of the Senate subway shop, for the first time in 1961. It was an informal and sometimes impossible partnership that lasted twenty-six years. Impossible because Bill's pal Barry was such a cantankerous old cuss who wanted to do things his way. Bill loaned me a lot of tools, especially to retro...
It would get mushy if I said more about my long relationship with Davis and some of his staff. Bill had been around the Capitol most of his life—thirty years—starting with the ground crews at the age of twelve. It seems that I was the only senator who ever regularly came to the basement workshops. Bill remembers the d...
That was my underground life in the Senate. Above ground, I was a ham radio operator. Years ago, we organized amateur radio club station W3USS, the last three letters standing for the United States Senate. We had only a handful of members at the start, but today there are about twenty. I was the lone senator in the gro...
Since coming home to Arizona, I've spent many hours in the ham shack beside the house. It's still a thrill to talk with people in different parts of the country and around the world. After being defeated in the presidential race, I returned to this same ham shack. It was a good place to think. One day a friend, Herman...
The crew received many awards. Some, from small groups of GIs in Vietnam, were homemade. They still hang in the shack. Among the awards and some long-ago letters of thanks from GIs in Vietnam, the other day I found a note I wrote to myself. It was dated December 24–25, 1972, after an all-night Christmas vigil at the ra...
Amateur broadcasting has been one of the great joys and adventures of my life because—as in Operation MARS—it brings people together. Radio can be a very positive force among men and women in every land. I believe our country should take a greater lead in developing more agreements on direct, live, international progra...
From then on, I carried a camera on every trip to take photos for the historical record. Later I bought a movie camera and filmed a rafting trip down the Colorado River in the summer of 1940. The 700-mile journey combined three hobbies—photography, rafting, and hiking. I embarked on the six-week trip with five other m...
I started showing film of that trip up and down the state, narrating it more than a hundred times. Those visits were a big help when I started out in politics. When Howard Pyle ran for governor in 1950, I knew people in almost every town we visited. I developed my own film. At one time, I had more than 15,000 negative...
For nineteen years I've been adding and removing different accessories at a cost of more than $110,000. The vehicle cost $5,000 new. It has so much wiring that an electronics engineer would have a tough time finding his way around it. Most of the car has been replaced except for the transmission and frame. I've added ...
A few winters ago, while home with a cold, I got to worrying about Spot. So, in a thin, old-fashioned nightshirt, this car buff went down to the basement of his Washington apartment building to check on her. Furious at my negligence, I read a long list of needed work and other oversights into my portable dictation mach...
The hearing was crowded. Military brass, defense contractors, and reporters packed the place. Jim Ferguson, one of my staffers, entered through the back door of the hearing room. I spotted him and banged my gavel to interrupt the testimony. Jim was embarrassed when I motioned him to come forward. Everyone in the room w...
My affection for Spot saved my mental equilibrium in a serious personal crisis. I received a call from our housekeeper, Lillian. She had just taken my wife to a Phoenix hospital. Peggy seemed to be slipping into a coma. It was about 10 P.M. in early December 1985. The Senate was still in session. We were going through...
"Yes," he said. "Okay, here's what you have to do with Spot when I'm gone. First, fix the heater..." Mentally, I took Spot apart from bumper to bumper—everything that needed fixing. That was how I finally got control of myself. Spot and I have become family over the years. Despite nearly two decades on the street, ...
My staff discussed my driving behind my back for years. The consensus was that I was not a speeder—true—but an "artful dodger" who impatiently gunned past the gawkers from Peoria and other parts and cut off little old lady drivers—not true because I still remember them with fondness from the 1964 campaign. Staffers als...
Dino and I went down to take a quick look. It took about an hour and a half to straighten everything out. We didn't know it, but everyone waited dinner. I showed up, said nothing, washed my hands for several minutes, and sat down to eat. "Well?" Bradlee asked. "Mark one up for Goldwater," I said. It was the only tim...
Part of my heart will always beat at the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum in Washington. Some of us spent years, after the museum was authorized by Congress in the late 1940s, trying to have the project funded and built. Finally, during the nation's bicentennial in 1976, that magnificent monument to America...
My family will never forget Jimmy and Chuck saying that, for many years, every pilot in the military knew they had a copilot up there flying with them. His name was Barry Goldwater. He did his damnedest on the Senate floor to get them more flying time and better planes. A plaque hanging from my Senate office wall remi...
If, one day, someone walks into a room somewhere in these United States and finds my six-foot frame stretched out on a bed—no longer blessed with life—I want that individual to ask me if I have anything to say. I assure you that I will reply: "Air Force—all the way!" 4 The Politics of Plain Talk When World War II e...
We were small potatoes compared to other cities and states, but this was the big time for Phoenix. People had money and spent it. The good times rolled with weddings, baby christenings, new homes and furnishings, business openings, job promotions, and parties galore. Goldwaters celebrated with record sales. I was back ...
A half dozen projects were crowded into a day, but I stayed on at the store. The business experience was good training. I was proud of Goldwaters. It was a second home. I first went to work at the store in 1929, after my father died. Sam Wilson, the veteran manager, became chief executive. He told me I had to learn th...
I put in the city's first electric-eye door at the store. Crowds would stand on the sidewalk gawking, waiting to see if the eye would fail. They expected some customer to hit the closed plate glass and land on his or her rear end. It never happened. The pneumatic tube was also a crowd-getter. Customers clogged the ais...
We built our reputation on being exclusive, but the staff and management were a very informal group. We worked hard, but there was never a boss-worker relationship. My brother, the finance manager, and I, on the merchandising end, were always available to talk with anyone about anything. The place was run as a family b...
When Sam Wilson left us, Bob and I were faced with managing the operation during the Great Depression. No employee was ever let go, although everyone, including Bob and me, took pay cuts. We also reduced other expenses. Goldwaters managed to break even, although some of our friends were not so fortunate. It was a very ...
My interest in the store increasingly slackened. Putting on spectacular promotions and other sales stunts, like antsy-pants shorts for men, left me empty. My mind could no longer focus on merchandising. It turned to wider forums. I became a member of the U.S. Interior Department's Advisory Commission on Indian Affairs ...
Phoenix was not rising from the ashes, as the Greek legend would have it, but burying itself in one political scandal after another. There were about twenty betting parlors downtown. It was as easy to place a bet on a horse as to buy a sandwich. Phoenix had always been a town of live and let live. A lot of people viewe...
Phoenix had other, even larger problems. The city changed its manager thirty-one times in the thirty-five years before 1950. Under our manager-commission form of government, the commission could fire the manager for almost any reason—and did. It played musical chairs, constantly shifting blame. The police chief was fir...
My pal Harry Rosenzweig was one of the crusaders. He agreed to run for a council seat. A lot of people approached me to run, but I declined. The reason was that I still felt a commitment to my brother, Bob, and the store. It would be difficult to break away. Harry invited me over to his house for dinner one evening. H...
He said, "The boys want you to run for city council." I replied, "Is that all you want? What the hell, I'll do it." That was it—that quick. It wasn't the booze, nor because I could still be impulsive. Day by day, subconsciously, I'd been moving into politics. The question and answer just happened to coincide with the...
I don't know if we can win but, if we do, then I know Phoenix will have two years of damned good government that I hope will set a pattern for coming years and generations. There has always been one, and sometimes two, Goldwaters who are damned fools enough to get into politics. They always did it with service in thei...
I said that the bookies and other hustlers were cheating on taxes and robbing us blind. Some people in positions of public trust were taking payoffs. I didn't ask anybody to drive the bookies and whores out of town. My aim was to clean up city government itself. It was a question of fairness. James Deppe, the city man...
I raised hell in those council meetings. It never occurred to me to do otherwise. People rarely said what they meant. They beat around the bush, and it took hours, days, and weeks to get to the bottom of a problem. I really disliked that, because it was such a waste of time. So, to get people to the point, I would say ...
Westerners often admire a man more for standing tall than being right. That might not appear to be the most politic thing to say, but it's the truth. The real trick is to stand tall and also be right. I stood tall on city spending and the budget. I tried to cut so much out of it that some folks thought I wanted represe...
I tried to put some of the sacred cows on the chopping block in those days. Once I told fellow merchants they should not ask the city to furnish them with free street parking outside their stores. Parking meters were needed in crowded districts and would provide income to the city. The nicest thing they said to me for ...
We were full of a fine meal and good wine when it came time for me to say a few informal words. An odd incident—one that I hadn't thought of in more than three decades—came to mind. I recalled that, after we had closed the brothels, a madam asked to see me. She and many of her girls shopped at our store. This particula...
I gulped. In fact, I almost fell out of my seat. The madam was quite upset when she didn't receive the license. She told me she'd never vote for reform again, adding, "We and the bookies got you elected, and you fellows put us out of business." It was the first time I'd heard that one. There was apparently some truth...
Up to that point, in the thirty-eight years since Arizona statehood in 1912, only two Republicans had been elected governor and only one had managed to win a seat in the U.S. House of Representatives. (That dominance has now been reversed. Only one of Arizona's five-member delegation in the U.S. House is a Democrat, th...
I was aching to take on the Democrats in a good fight. So the next morning, I went over to the radio station where Pyle worked and offered him my congratulations. The news had come over my car radio the previous night. On hearing it, I'd driven straight back from the desert, where I'd been shooting photos. I was so exc...
We invoked the names of every good public figure in Arizona history, from Governor George W. P. Hunt to U.S. Senators Henry Fountain Ashurst and Carl Hayden—all Democrats. Pyle and I said we were fair-minded citizens and would ally ourselves with any good Arizonan. I was to invoke all their names many times in the fut...
My confidence in winning grew as Pyle and I traveled around the state. We flew down to Bisbee for an evening rally. That was the home of the Lavender Pit, a copper mine named after Harry Lavender, who ran the Phelps-Dodge Copper Company. The rally was in a park across from Lavender's house. Of course, he heard Pyle's ...
Pyle won in an upset by fewer than three thousand votes. I was jubilant. The Republican Party was coming of age in Arizona. Maybe we were finally on our way to becoming a two-party state. None of the Democrats was too big. I was ready to challenge their giant—Senator Ernest W. McFarland, the Democratic majority leader ...
Who had told Dirksen that this political newcomer might defeat the veteran McFarland, the Senate majority leader? If a single person besides Dirksen ever believed that possible, I never heard from him. I would be at least a fifteen-to-one shot, and that's a lot in a two-horse race. Yet I wasn't scared. I wanted to chal...
On the personal side, Peg said I was too direct and candid to be successful in politics. She said I'd get hurt and disillusioned with the endless promises and compromises needed to survive. She didn't want to see me harmed. Peggy expressed doubts about picking up the entire family and moving us into the twenty-four-ho...
One of my first decisions in the race was to support Dwight D. Eisenhower over Senator Robert Taft for the GOP presidential nomination. That upset some old-time Republicans, to put it mildly. About half the regulars protested. Some indicated they might not support me. I felt that Ike was a fresh political personality, ...
Mac is for Harry; Harry's all through. You be for Barry 'Cause Barry's for you. I fired away at America's new super state—burgeoning federal spending and a bloated bureaucracy. The next speech assailed our weak conduct of the war in Korea. McFarland tried to defend the conflict as a "cheap" war. That was a big mist...
I read the speech because Steve Shadegg, my campaign manager, didn't want me to talk from notes any more. He was worried about some of my spontaneous one-liners. Shadegg cautioned that an unfriendly reporter might try to play up a phrase or two out of context. I was to learn that bitter lesson later. The campaign went...
Harry and I went over to the Rosetree Bar in downtown Phoenix after the vote was counted and collected on a few bets. I never looked on it as a gamble. It was a way of showing confidence against the political odds. They had a blackboard showing the odds in front of the bar, and at one time the odds had been higher than...
On January 3, my friend Carl Hayden accompanied me to the well of the Senate chamber for the swearing-in ceremony. Standing there amid the shadows of past senatorial giants, I felt overwhelmed by my own inadequacies. I was not a scholar or even an experienced legislator. Not an urbane sophisticate, wise in the ways of ...
Watching my colleagues take their oaths of office, I thought about my own goals in the Senate. They centered on my campaign theme and were to dominate my entire political career. I had little interest in streamlining government or in making it more efficient, for I meant to reduce its size. I did not undertake to prom...