Richard Nixon's illness was to be as secretive as his presidency. Accompanied by Pat and Julie, he walked briskly into Long Beach Memorial Hospital Medical Center through a truck-dock entrance leading to the kitchens. Surprised by two hunch-playing reporters, he blurted a confused "Good morning—good afternoon." He went on up to his sixth-floor suite, located in a twelve-room wing that had been cleared of other patients to ensure his security and privacy. Then once again, the doors closed on the outside world.
Ronald Ziegler conducted a noninformative press conference: every word...
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