The don quixote of the desert had given his concession speech: elliptical "best wishes" for George W. Bush, but no praise—and no endorsement. John McCain then retreated to his Arizona hideaway, a group of tree-shaded cottages overlooking a creek in Cottonwood. He'd donned jeans, and was out on the deck with his aides, sipping beer and listening to rock and roll, when the phone rang. "It's for you, John," said his wife, Cindy. But the wrong John—political aide John Weaver—got on the line. Bush plunged in without identifying himself. "I just want you to know, John, that I appreciate all the kind things you had to say about me and my family," Bush said. "Huh?" said Weaver. "Wait a minute," said Bush, "this isn't John McCain!"
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