The Year The Yankees Won The Pennant

October, 1961

I was sitting at my Desk in the bowels of the State Department when the intercom crackled and the sepulchral tones of Walter Watts poisoned the morning calm."Monroe," he said, in a voice of infinite regret, "I must see you immediately."This news failed to kindle any fires of enthusiasm within me. My interviews with Watts were usually conducted under a cloud of mutual acrimony. Apparently I did not embody for him everything that was true and beautiful in the Foreign Service, a...