Dear Jillian, LBJ was a cousin of ours. My grandmother proudly displayed his picture over her dining table. When he died, he was so crooked we had to screw him into the ground. He hated the Kennedys and I have no doubt it was a quid pro quo. When Lyndon needed voters, the cemetery was his first stop. Why would you doubt it? I certainly don’t.
Dear Jillian, LBJ was a cousin of ours. My grandmother proudly displayed his picture over her dining table. When he died, he was so crooked we had to screw him into the ground. He hated the Kennedys and I have no doubt it was a quid pro quo. When Lyndon needed voters, the cemetery was his first stop. Why would you doubt it? I certainly don’t.
Dear Jillian, LBJ was a cousin of ours. My grandmother proudly displayed his picture over her dining table. When he died, he was so crooked we had to screw him into the ground. He hated the Kennedys and I have no doubt it was a quid pro quo. When Lyndon needed voters, the cemetery was his first stop. Why would you doubt it? I certainly don’t.
I was only 11 when LBJ died. I remember we were driving over a pass in the Appellations, I saw the flag at half staff ... I felt ... relief.