I assume that every keystroke I make might be recorded and that my location is traced.

But I more or less asked for that surveillance for my own and my families protection. Some people who know who I am won't let me be in earshot of them. And then again some people seek me out.

I live in Coatesville, a little town very much like a Sicilian village. Families here go back a hundred years or more. My family in Coatesville goes back to 1910. Everybody knows where everybody’s relatives live. Joe Carroll said that 8 people could be at a murder scene and no one saw anything. Coatesville is a witness intimidation hellhole.

If you are doing something that might be illegal don't tell me.  It puts me in an emotional quandary.  

I always look around when I am in a public place. I pick a table that has a view of the room when I sit down.

With the exception of some very well vetted people I don't trust telephone conversations.

With one exception I assume that anyone can read my email.

I only say what I think someone needs to know. I'm constantly worrying that I might have said too much.

I live in a town where the local government is rife with corruption, in a county that has motorcycle gang drug traffickers, black drug dealers that sell to white kids and has a good amount of potential domestic terrorist right wing extremists. For an informant it’s so much to do and so little time. But I think that wherever I might live I would do the same thing. It’s in my nature.

Maybe I live like a Czech, but I had information and I found a secure place for it.

One journalist that knows me well surprised me by saying "I'm proud to know you."