Quote:The rest of the trip to Jay's house was anti-climatic.

We settled in and Jay cooked up some pasta, while I was told to wander around, make myself at home, and see what there was to be seen. What Jay had on his walls, and that space was clearly finite, was a museum director's dream, as there were JFK newspapers from exotic places, along with a number of certificates that Jay had won during his tenure with the Dallas Police Reserves. He saw me poring over on of them and told me he'd been voted "something or other" of the year, and I told him "So had Roger Craig."

He wasn't too well versed on Roger Craig, but as he always said, he didn't read the bookshe dug.

After the meal, we probably spent ten hours going through Jay's work. His files were incredible, and each time he demonstrated a salient point, it meant he had to go back into one of his filing areas for more papers that cross-referenced or corroborated what I was looking at. Jay had a cat, to which I was extremely allergic, so the door was left open and the cat was cut loose in the neighborhood. At one point, the cat's presence began to bring on a serious sneeze, and I thought to myself that surrounded as I was by paper, if I sneezed, five reams of paper would blow out the door.

"Immense" was an understatement. Jay asked his traditional questions, and when I gave him the book answermost likely in response to something about newspaper coveragehe went and got the oft-referenced newspaper, of which he had the evening edition, the regular edition, and the late edition, and pointed out that the reference that everyone talked about simply did not exist.

I knew I had to rethink a lot of what I'd been told but had never seen before committing things to paper in the future.

Sunday started out more of the same, as "before I went to sleep last night, I thought of…" and Jay produced more volumes. He even had a copy of an older CIA "asset list," which named individuals who had knowingly and specifically aided the CIA in something they were up to.

I took due note of the name "Mary Ferrell," and then ran through it as fast as I couldit was over 600 pages of names, and came upon quite a few that surprised me, as they came from the ranks of the JFK research community. None were "active" at that point in 1998, or I'd have blown a whistle that could have been heard from Austin to Hillsdale.

Anthony Thorne Wrote:Joseph's book is still on my early Christmas list, but having read through the thread posts prior, the following anecdote did pop out today while reading through Walt Brown's newly released autobiography as a JFK assassination researcher. (It's Appendix #IV of his Master Chronology, and is an alternately diverting, amusing and melancholic read). Brown is visiting the house of Jay Harrison -

Quote:The rest of the trip to Jay's house was anti-climatic.

We settled in and Jay cooked up some pasta, while I was told to wander around, make myself at home, and see what there was to be seen. What Jay had on his walls, and that space was clearly finite, was a museum director's dream, as there were JFK newspapers from exotic places, along with a number of certificates that Jay had won during his tenure with the Dallas Police Reserves. He saw me poring over on of them and told me he'd been voted "something or other" of the year, and I told him "So had Roger Craig."

He wasn't too well versed on Roger Craig, but as he always said, he didn't read the bookshe dug.

After the meal, we probably spent ten hours going through Jay's work. His files were incredible, and each time he demonstrated a salient point, it meant he had to go back into one of his filing areas for more papers that cross-referenced or corroborated what I was looking at. Jay had a cat, to which I was extremely allergic, so the door was left open and the cat was cut loose in the neighborhood. At one point, the cat's presence began to bring on a serious sneeze, and I thought to myself that surrounded as I was by paper, if I sneezed, five reams of paper would blow out the door.

"Immense" was an understatement. Jay asked his traditional questions, and when I gave him the book answermost likely in response to something about newspaper coveragehe went and got the oft-referenced newspaper, of which he had the evening edition, the regular edition, and the late edition, and pointed out that the reference that everyone talked about simply did not exist.

I knew I had to rethink a lot of what I'd been told but had never seen before committing things to paper in the future.

Sunday started out more of the same, as "before I went to sleep last night, I thought of…" and Jay produced more volumes. He even had a copy of an older CIA "asset list," which named individuals who had knowingly and specifically aided the CIA in something they were up to.

I took due note of the name "Mary Ferrell," and then ran through it as fast as I couldit was over 600 pages of names, and came upon quite a few that surprised me, as they came from the ranks of the JFK research community. None were "active" at that point in 1998, or I'd have blown a whistle that could have been heard from Austin to Hillsdale.