Finding my Father and the FBI ~ A Father’s Day Tale by Patricia Ann McNair


Awesome, wicked awesome Father’s Day essay by the very Mighty Patricia McNair. Read it. You can thank Chicago Literati for publishing later.

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I am certain I know where to find it; I can see it in my mind. It is in that basket where I keep old magazines, in the sunroom. Or maybe it is in the file box in the back bedroom. Maybe in the drawer near the loveseat or under the side table next to the couch.

There really aren’t all that many places to look, and yet…

My father’s FBI file came to me by way of my half-brother Wesley who got it from my other half-brother Paul. I’m trying to think when I received it in the mail. 2008? 2009? Or was it after my (full) brother Roger died? When we, full and half-siblings were reaching out, grabbing what we could of what was left. And I read it, quickly then, because I was just curious, not too much, but enough to see what I might find out…

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