The former commander-in-chief was as affable, light-hearted, folksy and un-presidential as he’s ever been.
Has it been seven years already? Seven years since we’ve heard that down-home chuckle punctuate structure-less sentences with an inimitable charm, that was both entrancing and terrifying. Seven years since we’ve seen Dubya—and aside from moderate hair-loss and greying, time has preserved the man well. He spends his days relaxing on his tree farm, oil painting and smiling from ear-to-ear over the fact that he never has to step foot in the white house again.
He’s still the same guy – take this cut of Sunday’s stump speech for brother Jeb as evidence: