I’ve been back to Travis “Applesauce” Hay’s blog a couple of times recently to take a few looks at a photo from the movie “All the President’s Men.” It was, as they used to say in the day, a blast from the past. Travis reports that he recently saw the film for the first time.

There are a couple of years separating Travis and I, enough that I remember Watergate as it unfolded. In the years after Nixon waved goodbye from the helicopter, I joined the surge of students heading to journalism schools where we could learn to pursue the cool, big story, bang out our reports on typewriters and dress really badly, kinda like those guys in the movie photo.

Travis, well, Travis is soon to leave the city halls beat at The Wenatchee World to become our online journalist, one who also happens to connect with dressing up like a Teletubby and dancing on stage. Things do change.

But if you want strange, sometimes reality helps you out, and so we’ll circle back to Nixon and end this post with a publicity shot of a different sort. This is from the National Archives collection “When Elvis Met Nixon”:

(A footnote: I showed my college freshman son this photo. He named Elvis in a heartbeat, but he wasn’t so sure who the other guy was.)