Not in My Wildest Dreams

"Jim, why don't you apply to become an FBI agent?" Those words to me while serving as a young police officer in the spring of 1969 from 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 twenty-eight-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.