‘Condor’ Author Looks Back on Watergate's Surreal Days

James Grady reminisces about being in Washington while dark, high level crimes unraveled drop-by-drop, starting 50 years ago this month

Watergate filled the windshield of my nine years old, second-hand blue Dodge as I drove up to the U.S. Capitol for a Senate staff job that cold January, 1974. I was 24.

This was my second gig in the Senate, the first being a 1971 undergraduate national investigative reporting fellowship for journalism students before Americans knew about the criminal man…