A surreal encounter with Jimmy Carter

The kindly old fellow gave me my first major interview with The AP

In March 1990 I had one of my first experiences of the journalist’s indignity. Waiting in the corridor of the King David Hotel for way too long, being hustled by communications handlers into the room where a dignitary awaited, observing disheveled “snappers” and cameramen jostling unhappily for space, hearing the “pencils” barking questions that would k…