Mr. Wicker was a hefty man, 6 feet 2 inches tall, with a ruddy face, jowls, petulant lips and a lock of unruly hair that dangled boyishly on a high forehead. He toiled in tweeds in pinstriped Washington, but seemed more suited to a hammock and straw hat on a lazy summer day. The casual gait, the easygoing manner, the down-home drawl set a tone for audiences, but masked a fiery temperament, a ferocious work ethic, a tigerish competitiveness and a stubborn idealism, qualities that made him a perceptive observer of the American scene for more than a half century.What would you say are the odds that Wicker wrote this himself?
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tom Wicker, who reported the Kennedy Assassination for The New York Times from Dallas, died yesterday at 85. Wicker enjoyed a distinguished career as a correspondent, bureau chief and writer of novels and nonfiction. The Times obit under the byline of Robert McFadden is a gripping piece of work from a reporter who has previously made his bones at this sort of thing. But consider: