Mack had always admired Richard Milhous Nixon, starting with the Checkers speech, but especially after the disgraced ex-president had begun to emerge as an elder statesman. “The man won’t give up,” says Mack, noting that even President Clinton, whose wife, Hillary Rodham, had worked on the Watergate investigation for the House Judiciary Committee, had invited the former President to the White House for consultations. When Mack heard they were making the Frost/Nixon movie, he drove himself across the country and banged on doors in LA until they said he could try out for the lead role. He claims he almost got it, and that even Ron Howard admits that he–Mack–looks a lot more like Nixon than does Frank Langella. Now, back at the gas station in Maynard, Mass, if you tell Mack he looks like Nixon, you could almost swear the ol’ cuss is smiling.
Okay.
Mack is a junkyard candidate.
Before the laggard there was the first.
Nixon’s THE ONE!
Actually what I want to know is, where is the rest of this story. It feels unfinished. One of thoes things I would read in an email that would only make sense to me if I knew Mack really well and you were relating a humorus story. This I’m having trouble makeing heads or tails of, I’m sorry.
Mack is the car. If that doesn’t make it clear for you, email me at motorlegends@aol.com.
Yeah that makes it clear. That should help both fredtal and I. I always thought a Belair of that vintage had more of a “grinning pumpkin” look than a “Tricky Dick” look.
A little snarky. I wasn’t aware that it was our job to interpret your kinky wet dreams involving old thieves and crooks.
Good fodder for a Barbara Walters Interview…
Walters: “Myster Pwasident: If ewe had twurn signals, wytch won wyould bwe bwinking?”
Nixon: “Barbara, that is a very good question which I would like to answer without equivocation.”
One of the funniest bathroom graffitis I ever read;
Don’t change Dicks in the middle of a screw
Vote for Nixon in ’72
obbop, that reminds me of the Committee to Re-elect the President with its acronym CREEP; also the bumper sticker I saw at the time “FOUR MORE YEARS? WHY NOT FIVE TO TWENTY?”
I’d connect the grin of a ’54 Caddy to Nixon before the Chev.