Lowell Nash called out to his four-year-old daughter early the following morning. Staring at the TV, she didn’t respond. As Deputy Attorney General, Lowell wasn’t used to being ignored, but when it came to family . . . family was a whole different story. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Say good-bye to Daddy,” Lowell’s wife added from the living room of their Bethesda, Maryland, home. Never taking her eyes off the videotaped glow of Sesame Street, Cassie Nash sucked the tip of one of her braided pigtails and waved her hand through the air at her dad. “Bye, Elmo . . .” Lowell smiled and waved good-bye to his wife. At formal events, his colleagues at the Justice Department called him Deputy General Nash—he worked twenty-five years to earn that title—but ever since his daughter learned that the voice of Elmo was done by a tall black man who resembled her dad (Elmo’s best friend, according to Cassie), Lowell’s name was changed.
