Here's Jimmy Breslin with a rosy memory of Gerald Ford. Recalling (vaguely) Breslin's book about Watergate which I can't find at the moment, it seems like a rosier portrait than he had of the man then. But that doesn't mean it's not sincere or accurate.
And while you're over there, you might want to read this piece by Breslin about the night Bobby Kennedy was shot. Chilling.