Most people, when contacted "out of the blue" by the FBI, might be a bit curious as to why. I certainly was, when I had an e-mail from them this morning. They had apparently heard about me....
They know I'm a linguist, have a military intelligence background, and experience in internetworking.
But I'm afraid that, despite my intrigue at the possibility of being helpful, I'm just too old to become a rookie FBI special agent. They have their standards, and the maximum cutoff age is 36. I sent a polite reply to the recruiter.
Man, it hurts to say "too old" — I must be the world's youngest old codger.
Imperial Department of Hegemony By Force
It's not how old you are, but how good you look ...
and you look mahvelous, absolutely mahvelous.
[Well, I'm sure you would if I ever did meet you face-to-face. That's the "beauty" of blogging - faceless interaction.]
Heh - The Navy called me a couple weeks ago about a program they have to bring in USNR officers - prior service types. They bring you in at the last rank you held prior service, send you to Pensacola for a couple of weeks for a "Customs and Traditions of the Naval Service" class, then slot you into a TPU.
My wife was freaking out, until I called them back - I guess once you're retired, you're retired. No can do.
Dammit.
Heartless Bastards!
The song "Secret Agent Man" just keeps running through my head. But too bad, brother, I've seen you. The only crowd you could blend into is the chow line at the Redskins training table.