by Thomas Martin In the mid-1980s I was working at Lockheed Aerospace in Burbank, California. I was on an exciting project that was rapidly growing, requiring many new employees. Most, like myself, were young and had recently graduated from college. It was during this time that Joe was hired. He had graduated from an out-of-state university and moved to the “beach country” of California. He was young, naïve, and often quite gullible. Joe was also rather paranoid about having a perfectly clean “record,” especially now that he held a security clearance for this job. As an example, he got a parking ticket while at the beach one day and wanted to “fight it” to get it off his record. We told him the only way you can get in trouble from a parking ticket was by ignoring it. But Joe was upset by this stain on his “record.” So, that’s Joe. Our building at Lockheed sat along the runway of Burbank Airpo...