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Chairman of the Commission. We both of us began clearing up. Inauguration Day was in January now, so there wasn't much time--November and December and January to clean up, with Christmas in between. We tried to get a lot of things off our desks, and onto something else, and clean up and not start anything new. That was what my program was. Don't begin anything new. Don't start anything. Just wind up what you've already got under way, and see that it's as clean as possible, but don't start anything.

Here's a whole series of notes to myself about what to start, but “Don't do that, don't start anything.”

I felt pretty sure. And of course, on the 23rd of January, I wrote the President a note and had it delivered to the White House, and stamped “received” by hand, resigning. I don't remember what I said. It was a pleasant note of congratulation to him, wishing him well, recalling our past acquaintance, and hoping he would have a good time, so to speak.

I never got an answer to it, don't you know. No, It went over. I knew it was received, because I finally asked whoever I could, Roberta I guess, if she would just poke around and see if it had actually ever gotten to anybody's attention. She assured me that it had, and so I said no more. But I lived in a state of “any day, any moment.” I lived there for a while just doing nothing. I mean, I was ready to go