WASHINGTON -- On the mornings he is in town, Dick Cheney wakes up at 6, climbs into his black sport utility vehicle and drives himself to a Starbucks near his McLean, Va., home. He returns with a pair of grande skim lattes -- decaf for him, regular for his wife, Lynne -- and settles into work in the sun-drenched office above his garage, penning his memoir in longhand on yellow legal pads.
It is the kind of scene that Americans have come to expect from their elder statesmen: a quiet, unassuming return to private life after giving up power. Except, that is, for the quiet and unassuming part.
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