My father took me to one of his campaign speeches in NH back when he was running for the 84 Presidential nomination. I was eight, yet I clearly remember him. My father walked up to him after the speech ended, made our introductions, and engaged Glenn in a five minute conversation. As we we bid him luck, he grasped my hand in both of his, holding it for a moment, looking directly into my eyes, smiling. I don't remember what he said, but his hands felt warm. . .and I think Reagan won that year.