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However, that reputation lowered significantly when I neglected to ask the Veep to wear the hat. Instead, I plunked it directly on his head.
The Secret Service quickly came to life, pushing all of us away from the Vice-President. Glaring at me, LBJ graciously removed the hat and slammed it on my head, and followed with a warm handshake.
At left, LBJ points at me, "the undisciplined photographer," as a newspaper described the incident. Someone did get a photo of me afterwards wearing the hat, but I never did see any images of LBJ getting "plunked." I guess the Secret Service pushed all the photographers away.
I'm sure glad this incident didn't happen with our current gun totin' vice-president, "the quail hunter." I might not be here.
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