Contrasts

The contrast seemed bizarre to Rock. Just two or three years earlier, he had been at the epicenter of a political investigation so complex and far-reaching that it was the talk of the world. It boggled him as he attempted to recall the details, most of which neither he nor anyone was ever able to connect. Hillary Clinton was tied in there somewhere. He remembered that and how the hosts of conservative radio talk shows had hounded him. His house and garage remained littered with files and other evidence, much of it jammed into a chest of drawers in his back bedroom.
All of that was in his near past, but it had begun to dawn on Rock that all he needed to concern himself with on this particular Monday were two interviews scheduled for noon in Conway, twenty-five miles away. He would talk to a football coach and a defensive lineman. Otherwise, there were incidental matters of his fitness, his golf game, and the performance of his fantasy football team. He had nothing to worry about.