paranoia blues

Posted on: July 24th, 2012 by Eleanor Johnston No Comments

Preface – and Postcript
Driving through Ketchum one cold, snow-blown night, Ernest became
upset when he saw lights on in their local bank. ‘They’ were in there
checking on his accounts, he said. Tillie Arnold thought it was
probably the cleaning women. ‘They’re trying to catch us,’ Ernest
replied. ‘They want to get something on us.’ Mary asked who ‘they’
were. ‘The F.B.I.,’ he replied.
– Michael Reynolds, The Final Years, 2000

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