SECRETS AMONG FRIENDS
Secrets among friends. By Steve Douglass Right to left: Myself, Michal Rokita and Ken Hanson A long while back, I handed Ken Hanson a box. It wasn't a casual favor. I had just discovered I was under some kind of government surveillance, and I needed to get my most sensitive material out of my hands immediately. The box was packed with interviews, notes, documents and deep-dive information on "Mark"—the kind of stuff that would make anyone’s curiosity redline. I needed a vault, and I knew exactly where to go. But keeping that box was a different kind of test. Ken kept it for a long time while things were heavy. When the dust finally settled, and I got it back, I realized he hadn't even cracked the tape. He didn’t peek, he didn’t pry, and he didn’t ask a single prying question about why the government was suddenly so interested in my business. He just kept it safe because that’s what a good friend does. That is how you know who to trust. In a world where everyone is lo...
