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...torments within Berkowitz, a man who sometimes greeted people in his apartment building with a friendly, smile and even gave a newspaper delivery boy a $30 tip one Christmas, also surfaced in anonymous crank letters to neighbors -notes that helped lead to his capture. Two were to Sam Carr, the fatherly figure Berkowitz was to fancy as a source of the commands to kill. Carr, 64, a frail, grizzled man who operates a telephone answering service from his home and maintains an astonishing arsenal of guns (he said he has a .22 automatic, .32 revolver, .38 revolver, .30-06 rifle...
...what type of car Berkowitz was driving and its license number, and they began to suspect that Berkowitz might be Son of Sam. It was three days later that the New York police task force hunting the killer learned Yonkers authorities were pursuing Berkowitz as a potentially dangerous neighborhood crank...
...Lyndon Johnson's sidesplitting acts when he resided hereabouts was on George Parr, the "Duke" of Duyal County in Texas. Lyndon would imitate Parr calling in on his old-fashioned crank telephone. "Can you hear me, Lyndon, can you hear me?" L.B.J. the mime would quaver, holding up an imaginary two-piece phone. Then Johnson would act out his own role. "Yes, yes, go ahead, George." And sure enough, the Duke would report another election landslide for his chosen candidates, Lyndon being one. Johnson was funny imitating Parr. The thought of Parr was funny, being...
...heat of the campaign, emotions have got out of hand. A gay worker was hospitalized after a beating; others have received crank calls. Urges a bumper sticker: KILL A QUEER FOR CHRIST. After receiving many telephone threats, Jack Campbell, a gay-rights leader, has installed guards around his house. Bryant has also hired security men because of phone warnings...
...ugly. For Charles Mee, 38, author (Meeting at Potsdam) and the former editor of Horizon magazine, the decade had a chaotic vitality and charm. His title implies a Watergate history, but the book is something quite different-an odd and lovely exercise that is part autobiographical meditation, part elegiac crank letter to the American Republic, part confession and part essay on democratic politics. "I still fuse my public and private worlds," Mee writes. "All visions of the world are autobiographies...