ABSTRACT
George Bush was not exactly Bill Casey’s kind of guy. Casey’s working-class parochial school background in the borough of Queens, New York, made him impatient with people like George Bush. The vice president was too passive, “the consummate pragmatist” unmoved by strong convictions, more like his friend Jim Baker, cautious, tight-lipped. 1 Hardly anything was too daunting for Casey, and the folks at Langley could not have been happier than under his unrestrained derring-do. Nor could Casey have been more at home than working for Ronald Reagan, who gave him all the latitude he needed without much fussing about details.
