My cabin does not give the impression that a producer lives here. In fact, the only feeling a guest would get is that the owner has not yet made up his mind on what theme to use in decorating his abode. Throughout the house are pleasant memories of my family. There are pictures of my son, Sean, my seventeenyear- old, who is an avid photographer. My daughter Jaime is my oldest child. She is a massage therapist that works on celebrities and the public. She has strong sense of what is really real in the world. Four years ago she made me a grandfather, a feeling that is indescribable. Lindsay's picture is there, too. My younger daughter is a mix between a successful makeup artist, a genius with FX, and the next Max Factor makeup creator. She is simply a kick.
One of the small bedrooms could be called the war room. The walls are filled with reminders of my career in breaking the news and fueling the ratings war. There are pictures of senators, presidents, famous people, and some shots of people that would be recognizable only to people in the industry. In every case, a picture has a story worth a lot more than a thousand words. These mementoes are a tribute to the accomplishments of a survivor who learned to handle the pressures of this business and still come out in one piece, for the most part. Every one of these reminds me how crazy the world of the news really is, from gifts sent by presidents -- in this case a polo shirt from the oval office to thank me for showing my discretion by not reporting the antics that only a president can get away with -- to letters thanking me for helping the writers through a difficult time. Off in the corner there is an oddlooking porcelain figure, the Edgar Award for Best Fact Crime of 2002 for Son of a Grifter. The ugly little statue could easily be mistaken for a fifth-grade art class project. It serves as a reminder of an incredible story, which was made into a movie staring Mary Tyler Moore and established a valued friendship with Kent Walker. Kent was not only one of the recipients of this award, he lived the story and survived.
Right above the odd-looking figure is a window box containing some military dog tags under a cover of Time magazine featuring Michael Durant. His story of survival as a prisoner in Somalia and how the political process really works still inspires me. His story would later be told to some degree in the movie Black Hawk Down. I will save this one for later, though.
On my desk are some postcards and many diaries that belonged to Bonny Lee Bakley. Her best friend is one of my clients and has entrusted the care of these belongings to me. Within the pages of the personal notes, a far different story is told from the grave of Robert Blake's murdered wife than you see on the channels that covered his murder and civil trials. The letter from Linda Tripp and the pictures of Paula Jones's wannabe actor ex-husband, who would spill it all for a possible acting role, adorn a small spot.
An original photo of Jack Ruby, given to me with a theory to solve the assassination of JFK by Melvin Belli, "The King of Torts," is a one a of kind.