He got into his tow truck to drive a mile or so up the road to the gas station where he worked.
That said, by the time JFK was assassinated on November 22, 1963, Mary had not been with him for quite some time. I held a reporter’s notebook. Meyer was thought to have brought not just marijuana, but LSD, into the White House for their use. And the story gets even weirder from there: Mitchell, it would come to pass, was just one alias used by a man who worked for the CIA. The cops from the homicide squad knew me. It was during these next few years that Mary Pinchot Meyer, through the friends she’d made in the CIA, would be introduced to President John F. Kennedy and his wife, Jackie. Married to a high-ranking CIA official named Cord Meyer… Who was Mary Pinchot Meyer? Nevertheless, she’d married Cord Meyer — a CIA operative — in 1945. Via Counterpoint On October 12, 1964, two days before her 44th birthday, artist Mary Pinchot Meyer set a fan on her canvas to help the paint dry, pulled on a blue angora sweater against the cold, and left her Georgetown studio for a walk. A curiously involved, ornate, and clumsy hit — but a hit nonetheless. Shortly before his assassination, John F. Kennedy penned a letter to her imploring her to visit him. Crump’s motive was unclear and the police found no weapon, but the official story said that he was either attempting to rob or rape her, perhaps both, and she had fought him off. He said he had been fishing, dropped his pole, and fell into the canal while trying to retrieve it. She was educated at Manhattan's prestigious Brearley School, and then went on to Vassar, and had married a high-ranking CIA official named Cord Meyer, whom she divorced in 1958.She counted Jackie Kennedy as a friend; the Kennedys had moved in next door to the Meyers in 1954 and the two women took walks together, often on the same path where Meyer was later murdered. In just 45 minutes, the police apprehended a suspect, Crump, who was found nearby, his clothes soaked. Everyone knows about his affair with Marilyn Monroe; yet not as many know about Mary Pinchot Meyer, another beautiful, curvy blonde who gave JFK pause. To this day, the murder remains unsolved, but the case is still the subject of fascination to many, inspiring memoirs, novels, a TV series, and now, a new podcast, "Murder on the Towpath," by Emmy-winning veteran journalist Soledad O'Brien that Why the endless fascination? A vibrant shade of bright red, the color of fresh blood.Abby Norman is a writer based in New England, currently writing a memoir for Nation Books. A young reporter named Lance Marrow had heard the call for the police on the scanner, and had raced from his office to the park. "It felt like an important element because it speaks to the people of this story constantly being rendered powerless," she notes.As for those conspiracy theories, O'Brien does address them. A new true crime podcast revisits the mysterious 1964 murder of the Washington, D.C. socialite. Also odd was the fact that no one called an ambulance. But that diary was confiscated by James Angleton, Meyer’s friend and head of CIA counterintelligence, via her sister Tony right after Meyer’s death. "There's a telling moment that O'Brien recounts in the first episode: a police officer examining Meyer's dead body at the crime scene proceeds to make a comment about how pretty she is. Marrow was with Meyer’s body for about ten minutes before the police arrived, armed with nothing but his reporter’s notebook.
He then shot her twice — once in the head, and once in the back, which punctured her aorta — at point-blank range.
The court requested a work ticket from the garage, and found none, nor did it find a record of who owned the car.It also seemed strange that, only Wiggins, Branch, and a man who worked for the government — Lt. William Mitchell, who had passed Meyer as he jogged through the park just before she was shot — had any idea of what had transpired. "But "Murder on the Towpath" goes far deeper into the layers. He later I approached the body of Mary Pinchot Meyer and stood over it, weirdly and awkwardly alone as the police advanced from either direction.She lay on her side, as if sleeping.
She left the painting to dry and headed out for her daily, afternoon walk along the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal towpath. She continued down the road to the towpath, walking along the Potomac River. It's a true crime story about two compelling, strong, and independent women, plus history, mystery, and a lot of twists and turns.