The chartered Viscount skidded to a stop on the sodden runway of Otis Air Force Base, and Lyndon Johnson stepped out, looking like a king-sized Martian in a ten-gallon hat. "I've come to see my leader," he announced. A waiting Air Force staff car whisked him to Hyannisport, 15 miles away. That night, while Caroline Kennedy's tiny grey kitten swatted night bugs on the front stoop, Jack Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson held their first grand-strategy meeting since they parted company in Los Angeles, the victorious nominees on a strong and strange Democratic...
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