Sam Houston was re-creating family dinners at the Johnsons’, saying, almost shouting, back and forth, what his father had shouted at his brother, and what his brother had shouted back: “You’re just not college material, are you, goddammit? You’re just a failure, Lyndon, and you’re always going to be a failure…” and Lyndon would shout back, “What are you? You’re a bus inspector, that’s what you are!…” “ ‘Sam!, Sam!,’ Mother would say…‘Lyndon!, Lyndon!’ ”
