It’s one of those old family stories that it turns out not all our kids knew.

So for the record.

My grandfather was elected Senator in 1951 and served four terms. My grandparents became close friends with Prescott and Dottie Bush.

Grampa was in his 90s and retired for some time when one of his grandkids was going to make Eagle Scout and the proud parents asked if he might speak a bit there.

I have to give a speech! I have to give a speech! He fretted and worried about it; it had been awhile. He was a good writer himself but I imagine he missed having his Congressional staff to vet it for him after having been able to rely on their expertise for so long.

The stress got to him and suddenly he’d lost decades. A TIA? A stroke? Don’t know. He was hospitalized. (Later, the family would tell him it was okay, the Eagle ceremony was over, they were so sorry he’d missed it and that he did not have to give a speech. Grampa bounced back to being himself and was discharged. But on with the story.)

President George H.W. Bush, knowing how close his folks had been to them, called that hospital to offer his best wishes.

Grampa was gobsmacked by the outrageous swagger of the kid he remembered–what on earth did he think he was trying to pull on him!?–and exclaimed, EISENHOWER is President! He slammed down the phone.

The hospital switchboard cut in with an apologetic, I’m very sorry, Mr. President. There seems to be a problem with the connection.