After years of secret shame, I must finally go public with the truth, or something resembling the truth — maybe.  Here are the sordid details.  Thirty years ago, if my memory is correct, I suspect that I may have possibly been sexually offended by someone who I suspect may possibly have been someone like Christine Blasey Ford.  Maybe. There were no witnesses, and I cannot remember the date or place, because I was unconscious the entire time.  But immediately after the alleged possible incident, I went directly to the press and reported the matter — by the press, I mean a newspaper boy, or somebody resembling a newspaper boy.  Maybe it wasn't immediately. The next day, I was accosted by two men in black suits and fedora hats, who warned me that if I pursued the matter, my reputation would be ruined forever, and my family would be in personal danger.  I asked them, is Christine really this important to the...(Read Full Post)