It’s a Sunday and former President Jimmy Carter and his wife of 72 years, Rosalynn, are out for a walk. They’re strolling the half-mile to the home of one of their oldest friends, Jill Stuckey. This is what the ex-leader does pretty much every Sunday when he and Rosalynn are in Plains, Georgia where they live and were both born. They only indication that they’re not just any elderly couple is the presence of Secret Service protection agents.
Once the couple get to Stuckey’s house, they’ll settle down to a comfortable evening untroubled by gourmet food or pricey fine wines. It’s a comfortable ritual that speaks of simple pleasures and a distaste for the highfalutin. Other ex-presidents might be wealthy men, but Carter has always foresworn the temptations of Mammon.
At Stuckey’s house, the Carters will dine on a simple meal, perhaps a casserole with broccoli and salmon, served on a paper plate and accompanied by water served in plastic cups. In their one concession to the high life, they’ll each indulge in a glass of chardonnay. But, it’s always from the liquor store budget shelf.