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My Brush with Greatness
When I was in the Navy
and stationed in the little town of Washington DC, many things were
going on. It was before Watergate but I despised Nixon. Turned out to
be for all the right reasons.
I was working in a vault that was set up to make sure the soviets could
not monitor our communications.
After all I was a Communications Technician. The security clearance was
extreme but the only part of
this story that involved that is the social life.
I was invited to a party of like cleared people. Even in DC we were
paranoid and careful.
At the party I met this beautiful, tall, long legged blonde who worked
for the FBI.
A few months in to our relationship, she told me she was quitting and
was going to return to her home
in South Carolina. She got away with my High School class ring in the
process but that is an aside to the story.
Yvonne, her middle name, asked if I would like a tour of the FBI. This
was the old building, not the
current new one. Of course I said yes expecting to go on one of the
public tours. She said she would
set it up which she did.
The tour was on a Saturday and I drove my blonde to the empty building
with plenty of parking and
we went inside. She did some magic with the internal communications and
we waited for a short time.
A man showed up and greeted Yvonne and I was introduced. This was 1970
so I still can not verify what
name I was given, but I was already impressed by the fact that it was
Saturday and this was not a public tour.
The tour began and there was no area that I did not see. My most
memorable impression was the gun room.
The room was lined with walls and drawers of guns. I was told that
there was a gun there of every crime that
the FBI had investigated. Some were duplicates but many were recovered.
I was told I could look at any one
of them but not a particular one that was the gun that killed Kennedy.
At this point I was in a state of shock
at what I was experiencing and I remember holding a Tommy gun that was
from the gangster wars.
We finished the tour and said our thanks and left the building. I was
amazed and thanked Yvonne for such
a great tour. I asked her about the man who gave us the tour. It turned
out that it was her boss. Then she
told me he was an Assistant Director of the FBI. Nice tour guide too.
Time marches on. Yvonne left me in DC and went home to South Carolina.
We talked by phone when
she would go to the local store, yes we are talking about those times.
She called one last time when she
found lumps in her breasts. She said she would call when she knew but
she never called again.
The point of this story is the Assistant Director. I know his picture
from the time.
He later became the Associate Director of the FBI. You can read his
story on Wikipedia.
His name was Mark Felt and he eventually admitted to being Deep Throat.
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