Shortly before noon on the morning of July 22, the sort of day when Washingtonians go Southern and fan themselves and sigh, Ali Akbar Tabatabai, late of the Shah's employ, strode to answer the bell of his contemporary rustic two-story home and found Iran standing in the doorway. You may imagine his surprise. Who would have thought to find Iran in such a place; in tasteful suburban Bethesda, Md., no less; dressed up as a postman, of all things; with a gun in its hand to boot? But there it was, large as death...
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