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A friend of mine is picking up for me an autographed copy of James Swanson's new book Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln's Killer.

I walk past Ford's Theatre every day and usually think about what it must have been like back in April, 1865. 'Course, if John Wilkes Booth had tried to flee nowadays, I'm sure he would either be hopelessly ensnared in a throng of high school kids from Iowa or else squashed in the street by one of Metro's red light-running buses. And serves him right.

Anyhoo, I've heard nothing but good things about this book. I'll let you know what I think once I've read it.