The morning after the '96 election, I was eating my cereal and my mom was ironing. I was disappointed, because I'd voted for Dole in my school's election. He's from Kansas and I was pretty sure that's all I needed to know, so I declared that I hated Bill Clinton. My mom told me in no uncertain terms that saying you hate the president was disrespectful, even if you didn't vote for him, and she didn't want me acting that way. She's still like that. A rare class act, my mom is.