“Don’t worry, he’s harmless.”
The Best Time I Ever Got Stalked By a Guy Who Thought I Was the Zodiac Killer:
At another point, he thought I had buried her on property I owned in Vermont. Once when I was there, tending the garden, I looked up and saw a small plane flying low overhead. An aerial photo of the house later appeared in my mailbox back in Brookline, without comment. (I think it was sent by Penn; most of the mail I believe I’m getting from him is in unmarked envelopes, or signed by various people named Mike.) I understand Penn also predicted that I would commit suicide in a particular way on a particular date, but I was not informed in time to comply and am now many years overdue.
O’Hare has somehow managed to keep a decent sense of humor about the situation, which is probably more than most of us would muster by the second decade of harassment.