But on Inauguration Day, January 20, 1993, there was another surprise. Our special viewing site was chairless, so our options were to stand in the icy wind or to watch the parade on television in the Overseas Press Club.
That evening, we joined hundreds of other formally dressed guests from New York State at a gala in a Capitol Hill armory. We ate, drank, danced, and inched along the line to shake hands with the new President and First Lady. Over the din, I shouted,“Congratulations President Clinton! Mort Gerberg here! Have you hung up my cartoon yet?”
Because of the noise, and the prodding from the Secret Service, I couldn’t hear an answer. But a few months later, I received another note from Clinton, inviting me to write to him again . . . sort of.
