On February 19, two days after the death of the reverend and civil rights icon Jesse Jackson, the Observer’s longtime contributing photographer Alan Pogue emailed me a shot of Jackson shaking hands with Molly Ivins, our onetime co-editor and unofficial patron saint.
In the moments following the photo, Pogue said, Ivins injected some of her typical humor, acting as though Jackson’s squeeze had “squashed her knuckles,” which is captured in a separate, blurrier image. “Playing it for a laugh,” Pogue wrote. “That Molly, always the card.”
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