Satanic Panic, some key coincidences, and one arrogant guy place a group of friends in law enforcement’s crosshairs. Project Unabom is an Apple Original podcast, produced by Pineapple Street Studios. Listen and follow on Apple Podcasts. https://apple.co/Project_Unabom
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This episode contains a mention of suicide.
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It's the early summer, 1978.
A college kid named Greg has just come home to Evanston, Illinois, a suburb just north of Chicago.
He's a student at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, RPI in New York State, studies mechanical engineering.
He's finished up his classes and come home a couple weeks early to start his summer job working for the city forestry department, trimming trees, that kind of thing.
One day in early June, he rides his bike back home from work.
And I pulled up to my house, and there was nobody around.
I just started walking in, and I was approached by two men in black suits.
And they said, are you Greg?
I said, yes.
And they said, we found your bomb.
And I said, what?
What bomb?
We bleeped Greg's name because he asked us not to use his full name.
So anyway, these guys in black suits introduce themselves.
They're special agents with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Tobacco, and firearms, the ATF.
At first I thought I could try to help them, but then as I invited them to the house to have more discussions, and they started getting pretty confrontational with me.
And they asked things like, you know, why did you leave college early?