Truman

by David McCullough

They didn’t call him sissy.

I love that this random tidbit made it into this book

All my girlfriends think I am a cheerful idiot and a confirmed old bach.

Nothing even remotely so exciting had ever happened to him before.

Frank Wallace, the tall, prematurely balding brother of the bride,

The continued ranting of Adolf Hitler on the radio left him increasingly gloomy.

Gurl, same

“He’s one tough son of a bitch of a man,”