It was the summer of 1972. I was working retail to pay for college. An FBI agent entered the store and flipped his badge at the boss. They talked in hushed tones. The FBI wanted to use a second-floor office for a stakeout. I later learned that they had a tip that Bill Ayers was going to visit a building across the street and they were trying to nab him. The stakeout room was also the place where I ate my bag lunch. So on this particular day I ate my peanut butter & jelly while a GMan peered through venetian blinds with binoculars.

So the question is this: am I guilty by association for the many sins of the FBI during the Hoover Era because I ate lunch in the same room with an agent who was staking out Bill Ayers?