I have never gotten a call or a visit. They know where I live, and could find me if they want. I wonder how much of my online activity gets back to the locals? I always post under my real name, so they would have no trouble knowing who I am if they were at all interested.
The plea bargain issue reminds me of a time during my teens that I was called before the Elder's Grand Jury and asked about this "sinful" incident in which some friends and I drank a few beers (the shock!). They offered me a lighter sentence for fingering the other guys. Oh, to have been the man I am now back then. It was incidents like this that most influenced my path over the years.
Just yesterday, I was at the local Home Depot and saw one of the old-time elders buying some paint. I don't think he saw me or recognized me if he did. What struck me most was the fact that I lived so much of my life in fear of this frail old man. Don't get me wrong, I have no axe to grind against him - he remains a very good and kindhearted man. But he is just that - an aging, naïve and childless man whose life is now going into its twilight with none of the plans he had made coming to fruition. It was sad to see him looking as old as he is. My memories of him were of a much younger man, and I am sure that dealing with being this age is nothing he ever planned for.