harold hughes was my hero, not because he was a great senator or a wonderful man, both of which was true, but because when i was about 6 years old, i was walking home from school in a bitter snow storm and got lost. he was the one who found me and took me home . i remember him lifting me up in his big strong arms and taking me home. he seemed like a big strong giant. my family lived above his in a big 2 story house in what they called "old town" in ida grove iowa.
just thought i would pass this story along . he was truly a hero in my eyes.