J. Edgar Hoover

It wasn’t talked about much but the FBI came round to talk with my Father. Thinking he was pretty big stuff, maybe even mafia or party to a ring of thugs or something. Once they questioned him a few times, and put my Mothers life upside down in shock and awe, and with a little more spying they realized my Father was a pretty likable fellow. And he wasn’t involved in a ring or mafia or any part of a gang with the men after him. He was a small town fellow that got entangled with the wrong people, and the Feds, the regular on the job rank and file men, ended up learning about my family, in a very personal way.

They learned of my Mothers cancer, and how she kept the marriage together, how she influenced my Father and asked him to swear one day he would quit gambling. They learned about the miracle birth of me and my sister after ten years of failed attempts, and how she rallied the troupes of her siblings and cousins and her Mother to her side for support while raising us. They eavesdropped every night as my Father got home late at night and came to my bed to say goodnight and I love you. No matter how late. They heard him cook breakfast and hear his girls cling to him on his lap and not want to part with him each day.

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