Pardon my absence. I took a vacation from blogging about JFK to finish writing a book about JFK. It was a coals-to-Newscastle type of journey, a veritable busman’s holiday that took me to northern California where I met some of my favorite people to talk about, well, you know.
Tink Thompson and I explored the Pointillism of the Zapruder film. Bill Simpich parsed some bullets for me and purchased some of the finest cocktails in the Mission. David Talbot filled me on the perfidious Allen Dulles (his book on Dulles is going to be great). Russ Baker wised me up on the American elite. And over a lovely lunch in Berkeley at Peter Dale Scott’s house, I met Dan Ellsberg for the first time.