You have read that I had been approached at McGill University by The Royal Canadian Mounted Police to act as an informant to turn in and rat on “student revolutionaries”. I walked away from that “opportunity”. I was an Eastern European political scholar and of course I made summer plans to visit Yugoslavia, Bulgaria and Romania to further my studies.
One spring afternoon leaving the visa centre of the Bulgarian Consulate in Montreal with a student entry visa in hand a huge black 240SL Mercedes pulled up alongside me as I was walking up Stanley Street. I was asked to come join two men in the back seat. I refused and one of the men said, “It’s about your mother.” I couldn’t resist. A ride with these two men lasted 45 minutes and we were having iced tea at Tudhope’s Marina in the small Vermont Town of North Hero. After the iced tea I walked with the two men the marina docks. Three men dressed (perhaps suspiciously preppy) as fisherman picked me up in a beautiful wooden “cabin cruiser” for a nice little “fishing expedition”.
I was in the friendly clutches of operatives of the Central Intelligence Agency. Feeling a bit like Martin Sheen in “Apocalypse Now” having steak and Budweiser with high level military and CIA types. Off we cruised on the placid waters of Lake Champlain. We spent 50 minutes trolling by McCormick’s Reef and Gull Island arriving at a small uninhabited island called Knight’s Island. We dropped our lines in the water and had a chat. I was informed the CIA had conducted an exhaustive background search on me and they were willing to do me a favour if I would do them a few in the context of “Operation Berlin Wall Humpty Dumpty”.
The CIA knew the whereabouts of Abdul. You know the bastard brother of my former sweetie Minah who blew my mother’s plane from the sky in an errant attempt to snuff me. He had fled to North Korea then North Vietnam and now was in Tripoli operating a McFalafel franchise. The CIA would treat Abdul with “extreme prejudice” if I decided to participate in their covert operation. They had my attention as did the bass chomping on my nightcrawler hooked onto my Lake Champlain Spinner.
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