Visiting LBJ's boyhood home in Johnson City, TX, I thought of the young man who would become president, but I also thought - while standing in the dining room - of how Robert Caro one evening borrowed the keys to the house from the National Park Service and sat LBJ's younger brother down at the table; then, sitting unseen behind him, frantically wrote down his recollections of the often volatile dinner conversations as they flowed freely from the previously reticent sibling.
