I noticed that he kept looking over at me. I was studying in the library, and Bill was standing out in the hall talking to another student, Jeff Gleckel, who was trying to persuade Bill to write for the Yale Law Journal. We would run into each other around campus, but we never actually met until one night at the Yale law library the following spring. "He's from Arkansas, and that's all he ever talks about." As I walked by, I heard him say: ".and not only that, we grow the biggest watermelons in the world!" I asked a friend, "Who is that?" When I first saw him in the law school's student lounge, he was holding forth before a rapt audience of fellow students. He also had a vitality that seemed to shoot out of his pores. He was tall and handsome somewhere beneath that reddish brown beard and curly mane of hair. He arrived at Yale Law School looking more like a Viking than a Rhodes Scholar returning from two years at Oxford. Bill Clinton was hard to miss in the autumn of 1970.
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