Sometimes, I feel like I belong in law enforcement. There was a time in my life that I seriously considered a career where I would haul in the bad guys and make society a better place. Of course, every American male youngster fantasized that he would one day drive the Aston Martin, get the girl, defuse the bomb, and sip on a martini that was shaken, not stirred. I was no different. I was 10 years old then when my pal Lewis and I were secret agents with the requisite weapons, invisible ink and secret codes. At the risk of disclosing that I have a tincture of obsessive compulsiveness, I still retain the files of our secret organization. While Lewis has expressed concern that these files in the wrong hands could threaten international order, I have reassured him that the enemies of mankind will be unable conquer our layers of sophisticated encryption. At risk of being accused of hyperbole, Israeli and American intelligence agencies studied our secret files as a template for th
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