Marion Smoak was the head of protocol for the White House, or so the printed message delivered to my home by one of the compound Lincolns indicated. The time of the event, to be held at the San Clemente Inn, located not more than a mile from the Nixon residence itself, would be dedicated to Pat Nixon’s birthday ball, which wasn’t referred to as a ball at all. The Nixon ‘gathering’ of family and friends would go down at six p.m. the following Wednesday. I was to report to Chief of White House Protocol Smoak after his arrival at El Toro Marine Base was to be scheduled. I was not to be driving, but a passenger in the vehicle so that I could be instructed on how my wife and I were to appear, act, enter and leave the event without the benefit of a written invitation or appearing on any list of participants.

My wife wasn’t pleased with the unsigned note.

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