 when we were landing in L.A. for Easter Sunday. And he was so looking forward, nine months from then, never being president again. I said, why? He said, ever since I looked out the rear window of our limo and saw people laying in their blood with bullets meant for me, I have not gone to church, if at all, on a regular basis. And I am looking forward to no longer being president of the United States. So I once again