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. . . Tony Lake’s report so worried me, in fact, that I knew we could no longer use half measures in dealing with the North Koreans.  It was time to get tough.  I called Warren Christopher in.  I remember it distinctly, because I usually didn’t like to deal with Warren face to face—he left a smell of mothballs behind him wherever he went. 

Warren came in, and I briefed him on my plan.  His face went ashen.  Well, more ashen than usual. 

“ I wouldn’t advise it,” said Christopher.  “He’s a loose cannon.  He might just start a war.”

“The Norks need to know we’re getting tough on them,” I replied.  “The question is, do you know where he is right now?”

“Last I heard,” said Christopher, “He was cleaning up some two-bit dive outside Kansas City—a place called the Double Deuce.”

I laughed.  He always was the best cooler in the business.  Just the man to put our Korea policy back on track.

“His wife would know for sure, though,” added Christopher.

I picked up the phone.  The switchboard operator answered. 

“Rosalynn Carter,” I said.  “Plains, Georgia.”