As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter ant matter.
One of the writers I hold dear is Mr. Maurice Decker, Gun Editor from Fur Fish Game from a generation ago. He co authored a book with, Winfield Kimball, on motorized camping when it was first new, and this story was included which I found interesting, as I would not trust anyone in Washington from either political party to know a blessed thing now or give you anything but the wrong information.
We reached Washington, D. C., late one afternoon. It was mid-July and we were headed for the municipal camp. This was a dandy one, judging from the com ments of tourists we had met on the road. I pulled up beside a curb and glanced around, looking for somebody who could direct us. A plainly dressed man was leaving an office door. He looked professional in his blue suit, and the quizzical wrinkles about his shrewd eyes en couraged us to stop him. "Wonder if you could direct us to the public camp ground?" He removed the cigar from his mouth and said, "Sure. Turn about and go back seven blocks. You'll see a sign on the left corner. Follow it." I watched him enter an official-looking car and, while my memory for faces is none too good, I suddenly recog nized him not from any personal acquaintance, but from his pictures in the press. I had asked a member of the President's cabinet how to find the motor camp ground. And he had told us!
It is a sad world which we exist in now, that the politicians are such alien creatures alienating the public, who are their bosses, that they all need security, from all the crazy people these regimes are creating.