For some reason unknown to me, last night the Military Channel ran an hour long program aimed at debunking the JFK assassination conspiracy theory linking Lee Harvey Oswald and Jack Ruby.
If you didn’t know, I was operating one of nine in the basement that morning – two video, two still cameras and five movie film cameras. I didn’t realize there were only nine of us. Several times, they showed my film of Ruby shooting Oswald.
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I was a 24-year-old cub reporter who had been on my first job as a reporter for about six weeks.
Not only was I green, I was clumsy. And a little dumb. This was Dallas. And I was fresh outta Lubbock.
The week before the assassination, I almost got a ticket for driving the KRLD mobile news unit the wrong way on a one-way street in front of Neiman’s. The cop who pulled me over said, “Son, do you want to report the news – or make it?”
A couple of weeks later, I goofed again. This time I left 50-feet spool of cable and a microphone on the roof of the news wagon. A civilian found it in the middle of an intersection on Lemon Ave. Fortunately, our engineers were able to repair it. Had duct tape been invented?
Not satisfied with such an auspicious start, a few weeks later, I left the big 16mm Auricon camera mounted on a tripod on the taxiway at Love Field and a departing jet blew my rig over. The insurance company said the lens I snapped was worth $1,500.
During the ensuing months, I got punched out three times while on assignments: Gen. Walker knocked me down three times, Ruby’s brother took a swing and so did the sister of an escaping convict.
Some say my personality is flawed.