June
26, 2017
Dear
NARA Staff:
After
further review in the “Memory Booth,” I am now reasonably sure Charles E.
Hughes was not a C.I.A. guy but rather a Secret Service man. Charlie was a bit
“obsessive” about travel preparations, especially when the “blended family”
went on vacation.
What
did we have?
A
1972 Impala in the driveway.
A
1970 Nova in the driveway.
August
sun is hot in Saint Louis.
(Arguing
with me yet? Calling me “crazy” yet?)
Hey,
I hear Putin hates Hillary Clinton!
Russians
were in the voting machine assisting Trump?
Man,
what a mess!
Back
to 1972, I was the emissary to ask, “Dad, can we get going?”
I
never saw the man more agitated.
Why?
I
think Richard M. Nixon was on the phone.
The
audio please!
“For Christ’s sake, Charlie,
there’s not a goddamn thing to worry about, and I guarantee it. Now, I’ve talked to Bob too, and let me tell
you, and let us be clear…this president does not want to see another tragedy.
Charles, you are making a mountain out of a mole hill.”
Let’s
hear it!
(If
Ms. Woods did not erase it)
Thanks,
William
C. Hughes
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