booth gardner - Washington Secretary of State
booth gardner - Washington Secretary of State
booth gardner - Washington Secretary of State
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was fascinated by the machinations <strong>of</strong> the global economy. Gardner was no neophyte.<br />
He had traveled widely, especially along the Pacific Rim, pursuing trade alliances for<br />
the state. In 1987, <strong>Washington</strong> had entered into a joint-venture with Hyogo Prefecture<br />
in Japan to jump-start demand for value-added forest products and introduce Western<br />
housing technology. “The <strong>Washington</strong> Village,” a subdivision <strong>of</strong> American-style 2X4 frameconstruction<br />
homes was constructed near Kobe.<br />
Across the Rue de Lausanne from the sprawling GATT headquarters, in a<br />
nondescript <strong>of</strong>fice building a mile from the center <strong>of</strong> the city, Ambassador Gardner<br />
immersed himself in the arcane details <strong>of</strong> tariffs and treaties. He quickly became fluent in<br />
trade jargon, a chore only a wonk could relish. Through the haze <strong>of</strong> bureaucratese, he saw<br />
one thing clearly: It was a pivotal moment for relations between the U.S. and China, which<br />
was demanding to become a founding member <strong>of</strong> the WTO. Now was the time for the U.S.<br />
to extract concessions from the emerging economic giant, Booth said. Yet his role remained<br />
undefined. “It’s a tough feeling to be sitting out here with no specific objectives,” he told a<br />
visitor in the summer <strong>of</strong> 1994.<br />
He was also unusually tired. He found it hard to focus on those mounds <strong>of</strong> paperwork.<br />
It was “a nagging malaise,” disquietingly different from the Attention Deficit Disorder he’d<br />
long since learned to work around. He was stiff all over. Sometimes he was jolted by a sharp<br />
shiver that radiated from between his <strong>of</strong>ten-repaired shoulders. When he went skiing, he was<br />
disconcerted to discover he couldn’t make right turns. He was bewildered and afraid. “What’s<br />
wrong with me?” he asked himself. He tried to walk it <strong>of</strong>f. Up and down the halls he’d go.<br />
Even though he’d had trouble with his shoulders since his youth, he’d always had an athlete’s<br />
coordination. Now he felt “like the Tin Man” in The Wizard <strong>of</strong> Oz.<br />
Rosalie Gittings, his personal assistant during most <strong>of</strong> his years as governor, was<br />
hiking in Europe with a friend in the fall <strong>of</strong> 1995. He greeted them with hugs at the train<br />
station and they spent the afternoon at his lovely apartment, chatting about old times and<br />
the attractions <strong>of</strong> Europe. “I noticed there was something different about him,” Gittings<br />
remembers, “but I wasn’t sure what it was. He walked back to the train with us, and when<br />
we said goodbye I realized his eyes were wide open in a strange way. He had the most<br />
beautiful, intense eyes. Now they were different.”<br />
Booth caught a cold he couldn’t shake and decided it was time to go to the doctor.<br />
The one recommended to him also spoke English. That made him feel better because he<br />
knew it would be hard to describe how he felt. They reviewed his medical history and<br />
recent symptoms and talked amiably about America and Europe. Then the doctor said,<br />
“Would you mind walking down the hall and back?” “I thought it was a strange request,<br />
but he was the doctor. Then he sat me down and said, ‘I think you have Parkinson’s.’ I was<br />
stunned. I vaguely knew what it was – tremors in the hands. I asked him how he could tell,<br />
and he said, ‘We’ve been together for 10 minutes and you haven’t blinked or changed your<br />
facial expression.’ ” His wooden gait was another giveaway.<br />
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