glad to see you get out

Chasing from office to office ------ [book excerpt] ------ after Time's work on this one was less than fun.  Bernstein got nowhere and took a cab back to the office.  Dejected, he stepped into the elevator in the Post lobby and suddenly felt his arm grabbed and then his body being pulled back into the lobby.  He started to struggle, then heard a female voice.

"Boy, am I glad to see you!"  It was Laura Kiernan, a young news aide who had recently been promoted to reporter on the local staff.  "There's a guy upstairs in the newsroom with a subpoena for you and your notes.  Bradlee doesn't want you up there to get it.  He wants you out of here, fast."

Bernstein dashed to a stairwell at the end of the lobby, then up seven flights of steps to the accounting department.  Closing the door of an office with an adding machine on the desk, he dialed Bradlee's extension.  Woodward was off for a few days in the Caribbean, but they had long before agreed on what to do if they were subpoenaed.  Turning over notes or naming sources in either a grand-jury proceeding or a judicial hearing was obviously out of the question.  There would be plenty of time to fight that in court.  The first thing to do was move their files to a safe place.  Bernstein told Bradlee where the files were.  They would be moved immediately, he said.

...Bradlee told Bernstein he couldn't find the Post's lawyers and he didn't want him served until he'd heard their advice. 

"Get out of the building," he said.  "Go to a movie and call me at five o'clock."

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Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta Alabam'

Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
in Oklahoma City
with a 500 gallon tank.

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He's too much to believe
You know he always got
an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve.

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got another one that just say "hey"
And every Sunday afternoon
he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet....

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{book excerpt:  All The President's Men - Bernstein, Woodward -- copyright 1974 -- Simon & Schuster, New York}
{song excerpt:  "Rapid Roy (That Stock Car Boy)" -- Photographs and Memories album, 1974, ABC.}

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