I read this book for my science project in 7th grade. It was on fingerprinting. Total mistake. I put out pads for people to fingerprint themselves with and they just fingerprinted all over the fucking places. PIGS, I tell you.
Anyway, Ol, JEH wouldn't let his driver take left turns. And he would not sit on the left side of the car. He made his number 2 man, Clyde Tolson do that.
I think there is a anecdote about someone sucking a dried bull penis in this book, but it's been a lot of years since I read it.
In the mid-seventies I was lucky to have Mr. Schott as an instructor for a Criminal Justice course taught at Tarrant County Jr. College, near Fort Worth, Texas. He regaled the class with amazing stories about his career in the FBI. When his book came out I immediately purchased it. My favorite story - which became the title of the book, allows the reader to take a peak under the hood at how powerful men like J. Edgar Hoover, turn out to be more like the rest of us than we can imagine.