49 years ago, I was the new guy at the radio section of White House Communications Agency. From a sleepy town in northern California where I spent most of my time outdoors fishing, hunting, and riding my dirt bike to Washington DC and in particular the Georgetown section along the Potomac.
I had no idea how turbulent the waters were that I’d jumped into, but with the help of senior NCOs and a crusty warrant officer or two I learned quickly. My introduction to working at and around the White House included several areas that were off limits due to ongoing investigations.
I applied my father’s advice to make friends with the people ensuring I got paid, the White House kitchen staff and a few others from three letter agencies that supported the president. I was 20 years old, with a Top Secret clearance, I knew nothing, and wandered around wide eyed most of the time soaking up everything I could.
It was the start of a fun ride that continues today.