The Falcon and the Snowman and Me

Sometimes another person’s life offers a glimpse down the corridors of an alternate life avoided. That’s the case for me with convicted traitor Christopher Boyce.

A young white man wearing sunglasses, a white blazer, and jeans, poses insolently leaning against a huge “Welcome to Idaho, The Gem State” sign, against a background of trees and undergrowth. He holds a beer bottle.
Summer 1987, on the road from Bonners Ferry, Idaho, to Libby, Montana. I swear I picked that empty beer bottle up from the side of the road. (From the author’s collection.)

This essay was written in 2015.

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William Shunn

William Shunn

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Writer, poet and puzzle maker. Hugo and Nebula Award finalist. Author of The Accidental Terrorist: Confessions of a Reluctant Missionary. He/him/Bill.