Michael Loewinger

He was commuting often between FEMA headquarters in D.C.

and his home in West Virginia, where he lived with his wife.

He needed help around the house and there was a person in the neighborhood who came by and offered his services as a handyman.

For a few weeks, the handyman comes by to repair windows, fix doors, whatever it might be.

And Mike and his wife were pretty happy with his work.

Until... He got a call from the FBI one day asking if he knew who this person was.

Mike said, well, yeah, he's our handyman doing work for us.

He's there surveilling you as a spy.

Oh, my God.

Fortunately, nothing dangerous ever happened for Mike or his family.

I suppose having an undercover militia operative in your home for a time is dangerous in itself.

I don't know whatever kind of dangerous plots might have been in the works before the FBI figured out who he was and what was happening and interdicted him.

I mean, when I hear this story, it doesn't sound real.

It sounds like a movie, like noir.

Yeah, I wish it was a noir fiction.

It's the kind of thing that you're always worried about.

And, you know, you think about in the middle of the night, is my family safe?

And am I doing all the right things?

And you think about that as like, oh, that's so far fetched.

That would never happen.