I was talking to a friend the other day about my “U.S. Culture since 1970” class.  “Yep,” I said, “today’s the day I talk about that time Jimmy Carter was out fishing in a boat and got attacked by a rabid rabbit.” “What?!” my friend said.  (He is a couple of decades younger than me.) “Yeah,” I said.  “The rabbit came swimming towards the boat, and I think the Secret Service had to beat it to death with an oar or something.” That’s how I remembered it, anyhow.  The real story is much less exciting and much more sad. You Read more