IRA Memory on St Patrick's day

I just can't keep trusting anyone, where my y life is an affidavit full of hate crimes & CIA/IRA suspect & MK ops against me &/or my Japanese family. Even if Peter Arthurs  was being a nice dude stopping by my place one summer I was at Cornell brushing up on my Japanese. He sat in my living room and talked story about his life and Arthur C. Clarke He wrote a book on Brendan Behan.
Carl Sagan lived at  the top of the street and he lived halfway in between. Those were strange days.