“Jim, why don’t you apply to become an FBI agent?”
Those words, said to me while serving as a young police officer in the spring of 1969 by my chief of police Perry Larson in River Falls, Wisconsin, started my journey.
“Me, an FBI agent?”
I always thought them to be, if I thought of it at all, some nebulous characters from New York or Chicago. They certainly weren’t farm kids from central Wisconsin. This began an amazing 28-year journey and love affair with the greatest law enforcement agency in our country, the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It was beyond my wildest dreams.
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