1964: "Mary Pinchot Meyer -- mistress of John Kennedy, friend of Jackie Kennedy -- was murdered..."



"Meyer had embraced the 1960s before she met her fate along the C & O Canal. Her affair with JFK came out after* her death."

*Note on this last:

Bravo sierra! My old man knew about it as did many tens of thousands of other moderately skeptical good folks among America's less credulous and toadying Catholic population!

True, as I seem to recall, in most published copies of what looked in retrospect to have been long range surveillance photographs apparently taken at the time, she was simply designated as "the woman in a dark (or was it a light ?) trench coat," or some such thing.

It wasn't like he was puritanical, o.k.?

My dad just figured that any American president as careless about his outrageously flamboyant sex life as was JFK was both: 1) the mother of all national security risks and 2) in the old - fashioned Biblical sense of the term, a fool, given what Dad supposed would have been JFK's resulting vulnerability to blackmail and over - all shakedowns.

And "Now," as Paul Harvey would have said, "for the rest of today's story!"


Adapted from: Woman, Interrupted. By Lance Morrow. "Smithsonian" magazine, December 2008.

"On a perfect October day in 1964, Mary Pinchot Meyer -- mistress of John Kennedy friend [Hey! Give us a break fella! :)] of Jackie Kennedy and ex - wife of a top CIA man [Uh, oh! :) ], Cord Meyer -- was murdered in the rarefied Washington precinct of Georgetown.

"I was a cub reporter on the Washington Star.

"I heard the radio dispatcher direct Cruisers 25 and 26 (which I recognized as homicide squad cars) to the C & O Canal.

"There were no cops with the body yet.

"Because I had played there as boy, I knew there was a tunnel under the canal a few hundred yards west of where the body lay."

Our man of men crosses over, hoping he doesn't run smack into the friendly Washington DC CIA noon - duty shift hit man! :)

"I approached the body of Mary Pinchot Meyer and stood over it, weirdly and awkwardly alone as the police advanced from either direction.

"She lay on her side, as if sleeping.

"She was dressed in a light blue fluffy angora sweater, pedal pushers and sneakers.

"I saw a neat and almost bloodless bullet hole in her head.

"She looked entirely peaceful, vaguely patrician.

"She had an air of Georgetown.

"The cops from the homicide squad knew me.

"They told me to move away."



Enter Lee Harvey Oswald's Soul Brother!



Poor 'ole Ray Crump, Jr.!!



"The police found a man in the woods down by the river.

"His name was Ray Crump Jr., and he was black.[¡Guau! Wow! #1 :) ]

"His clothes were wet.

"He had a cut on his hand.

"The murder weapon was never found. [¡Guau! Wow! #2 :) ]

"It may still be at the bottom of the river. [Da*m*n! Sherlock Holmes had better move over for this genius! :) ]

"Crump was acquitted for lack of evidence..." [Cool! At least my guess would be that THAT was good news, maybe the only good news. Plus, who knows? Maybe even simple justice!]