He did not ask us to sit as there were no other chairs in the room nor to move to another area of the house.
Grandfather and I hadn’t discussed our interview approach, so I dove in with a question that circled our objective while satisfying my curiosity.
“Who is the man?” I asked pointing to the picture to the right of Goldwater.
As Joshua turned burning eyes on me while flicking the racket more repeatedly, Grandfather addressed my question.
“He is, I believe, Mr. Robert W. Welch, the founder of the John Birch Society. Am I possibly correct, Joshua?”
Joshua’s eyes softened, and his hand motions momentarily subsided. “Yes, you are correct.”
Grandfather’s face broke into a relaxed smile as if he were having a conversation with a friend. “And the gentleman simulating the play of table t
