I have Governor Carter to thank for the most interesting year of my life. One of my highschool buddies was a journalism major in the fall of '75 and, at lunch one day, he says "Y'oughta check this out. There's this dang fool basically going from house-to-house in New Hampshire, already campaigning for President next year (imagine the hubris of campaigning SIX MONTHS before the primary!!). He's going to coffee klatches and such. Bring your tape recorder."
I was producing commercials and reading the news for WCOZ and had just convinced the GM to let me do some reporting (i had found a group of old vaudevillians who still got together monthly on the site of their old theater and i had taped their luncheon & interviewed the principles - series got an award nom). I put my friend off til i got the go-ahead from my boss and procured a genuine press credential and we went up to meet Gov. James Earl Carter and his advance team at a coffee klatch in Hudson NH just after Halloween. He had more the bearing of a minister than a salesman, like other pols i'd met. He looked you all over while you talked, which gave folks the feeling he was interested but also judging you. I always had a sense that if he'd been a northerner he'd have been a nerd, but his gentility disguised his wonkishness well.
Once my boss approved my vaudeville story, i told him i had one with a political angle, got the go-ahead and got a 45-minute sitdown with the future President of the United States. He was very forthcoming (the only off-the-record was his view on nuclear, a bad issue politically in NH w the fight over licensing the new Seabrook plant) and i mostly remember his constant reminders that everything was indeed moral (anathema to the cynical, free-wheeling 70s) and that he sought the counsel of God in prayer because he felt the job of determining the proper course of morality to be too much for an individual. A deeply religious guy, but in a good way. It brought him down of course, because Iran hostage happened because he had the CIA terminate the keep-the-peace stipends being paid to its mullahs, because President Carter HATED the concept of men of God being bribed. I'm guessing that tape is still somewhere in the vaults @ WHDH (the parent station to the now-defunct COZ).
His staffers were verrrrry different from their boss, very young as well and i liked hanging out and even partying with them. Then one of the candidates, Terry Sanford, had a heart attack in my town and i was the first electronic media on the scene so was the voice of ABC News on the story and got a national press credential for my efforts (which i used to get into EVERYTHING, from the Olympics to the Bicentennial to the first MNF game in Schaefer Stadium) so i got to be on the pressbus with reporting legends like Jack Germond & RWApple whenever i chose, so i followed the entire campaign as well as the Carter candidacy. But the Governor always remembered your deets (he took my surprise by asking if my sister liked her car, when i hadn't remembered excusing myself months earlier because i was helping my baby sis buy her 1st new car) and was always decent & encouraging. Didn't vote for him (Sen Fred Harris, who i've talked about here before, got my vote), but was in the Carter suite for many of the social moments at the Convention. Great stuff.
I contrast that with 1980. One of the Carter campaign staffers i had most partied w became the chairman of the NY Dem Party and director of the '80 Convention and invited me. The Carters rarely came out to socialize with his supporters (he eschewed virtually every frivolous activity, even private ones, during the hostage crisis) and the entire scene was gloomy. I shook his hand once during a walkthru and the smile & the questions came back briefly, just as genuine as ever. Happy 95th, Governor!