Here were all those weary Americans in Vladivostok, about as far away from home as you could get, and they were coming down to the crunch on a nuclear- arms agreement. They needed a place and some time for secret talk among themselves. There was no place to go.
At least they figured there was no place that was not rigged for cameras or bugs or eavesdroppers or all of the above. After all, Soviets are, well, Soviets. Next to hockey, bugging is what they do best.
Jerry Ford put on his big fur hat and heavy coat, and ordered his...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
