Originally Posted by LarryandSusanMacDonald
Smackdaddy asked:Yes, they did. They were gearing up for the Dalmarva race. They were leaving on Saturday. They had a mechanic and a rigger (both of whom we know well) on board on Friday tweaking it. The FBI guys (who were on the boat off and on all day) ordered them off. The mechanic protested and the guys flashed their badges.
That was something else that was odd about this whole thing. Mike, who works at Hartge Yacht Yard, saw these guys about 6:00 A.M. lurking around. He asked them what they were doing. They said it was none of his business. He was firm and said, "Yes, it is my business. I'm going to ask you to leave." (I'm paraphrasing this because I really don't remember exactly what he told me he and they said.) They would not identify themselves. It seems to me that law officers should identify themselves and go about their business rather than stand around and argue.
Later that day - around 3:30 - I stuck my head up out of my boat to see two strangers passing. One had bolt cutters sticking out of a back pocket. The other had several strange bulges under his shirt. Not like guns, more like large, stuffed envelopes. I climbed out of my boat and followed them down the dock where one started taking pictures of the MALO while the other climbed aboard.
I said, "Excuse me, can we help you?" The guy taking pix said "No, we don't need any help." More firmly I said, "Who are you and what are you doing?" He said, "You don't need to know. It's not your business." I answered, "It is my business. I live here, I work here. The people who own this boat are friends of mine and you don't belong on there." He responded, "We cleared this with the office." I said, "Whom did you talk to?" He said, "Luke." I said, "Luke is no longer in the office." Did you talk to the marina office. He said, "Yes." "And you have permission to get on this boat?" He said,"Yes." I said, "I'm checking with the office." And I proceeded down the dock. They followed. I checked with the office and they were, as you know, FBI guys.
It seems to me it would have been much easier for them to have just shown me their badges instead of acting suspicious. Whatever happened to the nice polite public servant, Sgt. Friday kind of cop?
On Saturday, a guy whose boat is across the dock from mine told me that Kendall was his cousin. Together, we pulled the Myers' dinghy out of the water and stowed it on deck, concerned that it would get stolen if left in the water; a picture of it having been in the paper along with the information that the owners were incarcerated. He told me that he and Kendall's great grandfather was Alexander Graham Bell. Not pertinent information, but interesting, nonetheless.
Further, they were planning a trip to Maine that they spoke of frequently. We never, ever heard either of them say anything about Cuba, or, for that matter, anything political.
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