At first, I was excited. Then I had some disturbing second thoughts.
What if they finger me for complicity in the JFK assassination? They could even get personal. "You don't really like the music of the Grateful Dead, do you, Mr. Heaton?"
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Sweating a Lie-Detector Test
I took the FBI up on its offer to subject me to a polygraph. It was a mini-test, 20 minutes to a half-hour, compared with the usual two hours.
At first, I was excited. Then I had some disturbing second thoughts.
What if they finger me for complicity in the JFK assassination? They could even get personal. "You don't really like the music of the Grateful Dead, do you, Mr. Heaton?"
At first, I was excited. Then I had some disturbing second thoughts.
What if they finger me for complicity in the JFK assassination? They could even get personal. "You don't really like the music of the Grateful Dead, do you, Mr. Heaton?"
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