 He could see the goddamn thing in Life magazine. He could just about lay out the photos right now. Touch football on the grass, the house fuzzy in the background, him and his brothers and the boys, sharp in white, no, blue jeans, with Bowie running out for a pass which Joe would throw on a line, tight spiral, maybe catch the damn ball spinning in the air if the photographer was any good. The Bidens. First Family.