A visit from the FBI
From Creative Loafing, via a
You don’t want that? Have I just been threatened by the FBI? Confusion and a light dusting of panic conspire to keep me speechless. Was I reading something that morning? Something that would constitute a problem? The partner speaks up again: “Maybe a printout of some kind?” Then it occurs to me: I was reading. It was an article my dad had printed off the Web. I remember carrying it into Caribou with me, reading it in line, and then while stirring cream into my coffee. I remember bringing it with me to the store, finishing it before we opened. I can’t remember what the article was about, but I’m sure it was some kind of left-wing editorial, the kind that never fails to incite me to anger and despair over the state of the country.
Really nice….read a “left-wing” article in a coffee shop and get the FBI called in. Wouldn’t you think that the FBI would have better uses for its agents than harassing innocent people over their choice of reading material? Guess not, as they’re even