Near the end, in July 1974, I went out to San Clemente to draft what was to be, although we didn't know it at the time, Nixon's last address as president before his resignation message. The speech was long and, I can now see, rather platitudinous. But Nixon read all the drafts. He discussed them with me and Roy Ash, who was then the budget director, and he delivered the final speech with vigor on July 25 in Los Angeles.
It was on the plane flying back to Washington that we got news of votes in the House committee that made impeachment extremely likely. Two weeks later my wife, my son, and I were in the East Room of the White House, tears streaming down our cheeks as Richard Nixon said farewell to his staff.
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