“It’s time for the Silent Majority to stand up and be counted!” Nixon told crowds across the country.41 Nixon seemed to relish his return to the stump, though his social awkwardness never went away. In St. Petersburg, Florida, a policeman was severely injured when his motorcycle flipped over while driving in the presidential motorcade. In his considerate way, Nixon rushed from his limousine to express his sympathies. As was his way, he also didn’t know what to say, blurting to the policeman who lay bleeding on the ground, “Do you like your work?”42
