Chapter 55

March 11th, 2011

Ice and Floods

I left York about 9:15pm and was almost at "The Cabin" when it started sleeting and snowing up in the mountains, where Adam's Junction is located. I slowed down considerably on the slick roads, as the ice and snow was sticking to everything. As I turned into my 1,000ft driveway, I spun the AWD 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee 360° and kept going on the sheet of ice which had formed over the 6" base of ¾" crushed bluestone, and ran-up into the meadow area. Yikes; time to slow down and get inside before this gets any worse. I carefully pulled under the left-side carport, whose roof was already dripping with 8" icicles. I disarmed the building, turned on the lights, turned-up the furnace, said hello to Jenny and her empty bowls, and brought my gear and rifles inside, locking the Jeep. I put the VietNam US Army Duffel Bag and rifles on the DR table,

refilled Jenny's 3 bowls, gave her a kiss on the head, and re-armed the building. The fr/r floodlights were just going-off now, as they'd detected no movement coming up the driveway or around the structures.

Time for a roaring fire, as the temps were dropping. I carried-in an armload of split wood from the tarped Firewood Stack on the Back Porch, and still had a 3ft unsplit, unburned log next to the hearth. I opened the flu damper and within minutes the fire came to life, throwing-off a beautiful glow and welcomed warmth. After unpacking my duffle bag in the Master BR, I laid-out my rifles on the large oak Dining Room Table, on newspaper, and inspected them. They were empty, cleaned and ready-to-go. I loaded a full magazine into each, and made sure I had 7-10 extra mags in each rifle's bag. I did the same for my daily carry piece, the Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with its extra two 8-round magazines Galco Ammo Paddle Holster carrier.

I called the Adam's Junction Police Station to let Sgt Clay know that I was in town, and could give him Saturday for patrol duty. He was out at an incident, and the Dispatcher left a message for him that I'd be in at 7:30am for briefing. I made a chicken pot pie, oven-roasted potatoes, baked beans and a slice of key lime pie for dinner. Jenny was curled-up on the Kodiak Bearskin in front of the fire, and all was right with the world. It was 10:30pm and I was getting tired and ready

for some sleep. My cellphone rang; it was Clay and he was returning my earlier call about my Saturday patrol. It was fine with him, as both he and Police Capt Roy Bunce were back at "almost 100%" from their gunshot wounds and would supplement their 5 Deputies. Clay said that if I changed my mind and wanted to work on Sunday, I was welcome to do so. Right now I didn't, but that might change.

Time for sleep. The Master Bedroom's King-Sized Bed has 600-count thread/ per square inch imported cotton sheets, and there are two full sets of them at "The Cabin". I also have several very soft wool blankets and an 8" thick Down Comforter, to keep me warm. I also miss Gabrielle and I keeping each other warm, for the short time I had her. Now, it's just me, myself & I, sleeping there, trying not to think about her. I still miss her terribly. Her curtains and shades are still at all of the windows of "The Cabin", and I won't change them just now. There are several antique dressers and a large walk-in closet in the MBR, all cedar-lined storage, and a 18ft x 25ft ($27,500) Oriental Rug on the Teak wooden floor. The 2nd BR has Distressed Oak, wide-plank flooring, also with a 15ft x 18ft ($16,350) Oriental Rug and is nicely-outfitted with two antique dressers and a double closet lined in cedar. There are a dozen or so white cotton throw rugs in various sizes in both BRs. Morning would come early and soon enough. I just hoped the ice would melt before I had to make the 15 minute drive to Adam's Junction at 7:30am, for my briefing. Jenny was up on the bed, and took her assigned position on the R/S of the bed. My Kimber .45cal was within easy reach on the nitestand with the lamp and alarm clock. I could hear the freezing rain on the roof and against the windows, as the winds howled. After turning down the heat, and lights off, I crawled into bed, stretched-out and was asleep within 5 minutes.

The storm got worse around 2:30am and woke both me and Jenny. Power was out so I threw the emergency generator switch and "The Cabin" came back to life; the heat felt good. I closed the hearth flu damper to conserve heat. The windows were coated with ice and as I opened the inside door to look throgh the glass storm door, I couldn't see a thing; it was coated with an inch of ice. I opened the door and flicked-on the front deck lights: the large picnic table was encrusted with 1-2" of ice and getting worse. Everything was encrusted with ice! Nothing I could do about it, so I closed up and went back to bed. Jenny looked-up and cocked her head, wondering why I was up so early. I was getting worried about how bad it would be towards morning, when I had to drive into Adam's Junction at 7:30am, for patrol duty. Oh well, it is what it is.

The alarm went-off at 5am, and I was up, turned-off the 5,000w generator as power was back on, turned-up the heat to 78°F, made grits, 3 sunny-side-up eggs, ½ lb of country bacon, French Roast coffee, watered and fed Jenny, made the bed and got dressed. I weighed myself: 184lbs, down from 247lbs just last Fall, but back up from the 162-lbs, as I was so weak and anemic at that weight, I had no energy and needed mega-vitamins. Nice. I had my gear ready to load into

the Jeep, but I couldn't get the front, side or back doors open; they were completely iced shut with 1-2" of ice. I didn't want to break anything to get out into "Ice Hell", so I called the Police Dispatcher, who'd been on-duty all night, and told her that I was going to be "late", probably well past 8:00am, due to the ice. No one else had shown-up either, as they were all iced-in too. And two of the overnight 3rd shift cruisers were parked at various motels in their patrol area, with Deputies Bob and Alex waiting-out the ice storm, so they wouldn't crash the patrol cars. She told me to "sit tight" and she'd be back to me on the cellphone, when she could. This was a "first": iced and frozen inside my own house! The PA State Police couldn't even send a chopper out, as the visibility was less than 500ft, with the fog and freezing rain. The power went out again, so I started the generator to keep "The Cabin" warm and lighted. The freezing rain and sleet/ ice continued until almost 9:30am. I'd made a medium fire and nodded-off in my comfy, overstuffed leather chair in front of the hearth. I had a brief dream about the "faceless" Sherry, once again.

The temp outside read 30°F, so unless a warm front pushed through, this was going to last awhile. I turned on the Police Scanner, and it was quiet. The Fire Dep't was also "grounded", as were all ambulances from Memorial Hospital and other emergency vehicles in the immediate area. I-83 was barely moving and lots of crashes had occured but there was no way any emergency vehicles could reach them until the ice melted and it was safe to drive again. I resigned myself to staying-put for quite a while. After throwing a few more pieces of splitwood on the fire, I dozed back-off into dreamland. I had the cellphone on the table in between the two leather chairs. Not a peep from anyone for hours. Then it rang.

It was Sgt Clay, who asked me how bad it was at "The Cabin", and said he was also "iced-in" for the foreseeable future, until a melt came through. He said that there was no activity in town, since no one deemed it safe enough to go out, even on foot. I told him that "things being that quiet worry me; it's not normal". He knew what I was talking about, but there was nothing we could do just right now. It was almost 10:45am now, I took the cellphone over to the large front window overlooking the deck, driveway and meadow, and told Clay that the temp had risen to 32°F. I could hear "cracking noises" coming from outside, as some of the ice loosened and fell from the surrounding trees. I was farther south than Adam's Junction so I'd get the melting effects first, and it looked like it was beginning to happen, as a warm front began to push through. Everything outside still glistened in its deadly but beautiful, icy coating. I said I'd call him and the Dispatcher when I could get out of here safely. I sat down in front of the fire and nodded-off once again.

The scanner woke me with its crackling of how large sheets of ice were melting off the facades of buildings in town, and crashing to the streets, smashing parking meters and parked cars. The roads had cleared-up that the Police AWD could crawl around, reporting on weather conditions. I jumped up and looked out the window to see that much of the ice was either melting or gone. Temps were now at 34°F and climbing. I opened the front, side and back doors; no problem. "The Cabin" was free of its "bonds". I loaded my gear into the Jeep, mindful of the still prevalent icy spots everywhere, called the Dispatcher and Clay, and told them I'd be on my way in, shortly. It was 12:30pm already. My driveway's ice coating had almost completely melted and getting out of the 1,000ft driveway was no problem. But the main and back roads might be problematic, since none are "treated" with calcium chloride (CaCl2) before Winter begins in this virtual village. They weren't bad at all, as long as I held my speed to 20-25mph.

It took almost 3x as long to make it to the Adam's Junction Police Station as usual at that speed, and I noticed Clay's cruiser and the Dispatcher's car were the only ones in the lot. I saw a couple of cars and trucks with smashed windshields on the way in, from falling sheets of ice from the building facades. Clay had already salted the walk and steps, and they were navigable. I hurried inside, hating to be late for anything. Clay was at the front desk talking over the walkie-talkie to Deputies Bob and Alex, who were just venturing

outside. I got a quick briefing, but no Incident Reports to read since Bob still had them on his clipboard. Clay said it was a very quiet night with no incidents to report in either patrol area. I grabbed the rest of my Official Police Gear from my newly-assigned locker, and signed-in. I put on the bulletproof vest in front of Clay, and he smiled. Clay gave me two words of advice: "Be careful!" It was 1:05pm now.

I drove down to 1st & Locust and then along all the main streets first. Then I did the cross streets, ducking and dodging ice falling from the massive trees on the tree-lined streets. Nell's, Bev & Tony's, Roy's Shell, Uncle Ray's Rib Joint, Sarah's Place, the banks, shopping center were all deserted. Not a vehicle on the road yet. Nice. I saw Deputy Bob go past on his way to the Station and waved. I heard an ambulance siren and saw one from Memorial headed down Oak St & 3rd, and back-in at the Henderson home. Apparently, Martin had slipped on the ice and injured his back, as well as broken a wrist, so the medics loaded him on to a stretcher and into the vehicle, and took off for the ER at a slower-than-normal pace. I wrote that Incident Report up and continued on my assigned patrol area. The sun came out briefly and everything looked more surreal than normal, considering where I was.

By 3:30pm, there was still little if any activity in Adam's Junction of note, and I pulled into Nell's to see if she was doing any cooking, as I hadn't had any lunch. There were 15-20 cars and pick-ups in her parking lot, so I assumed she was. I noticed a 54ft Peterbilt Semi-Trailer parked along the road, illegally, just 50ft from her parking lot entrance. I made note of the Ohio plates and truck number. I parked and went inside, where two large truckers had occupied the far back booth, had brought their own beer inside and were pretty loud and getting rowdier. There were 11 empties on their table and the waitress was doing everything she could to keep from getting pawed. She and everyone else were glad to see me. Everyone else sat at their tables as far away from the two as possible. I ordered an Egg & Olive Salad Sandwich, on toast, lettuce, extra mayo, pickle and a bag of chips. So I walked over to them and asked them to keep the noise down and why was the rig parked illegally, when tractor-trailer parking was provided. The ugliest and fattest of the two told me to "fuck off!" and tried to spit a stream of beer and saliva my way. I dodged it.

After showing them my ID, the Deputy Sheriff badge on my belt, right in front of the Kimber .45cal, they quieted down and both whispered, "fuck you!" I told them that they had 3 minutes to get out or I'd impound the rig and arrest them both for drunk and disorderly, and possible assult on a Police Officer. Spitting bodily fluids is against the law. I started to walk back to the front counter, when the fat, ugly one grabbed the neck of an empty beer bottle and broke it on the table, as a weapon, and tried to get out of the booth to come after me. His fat buddy had him sort of pinned-in; the booth didn't move. I wheeled around with the .45cal drawn, hit the mag eject button and dopped the 8-round magazine into my left hand, so as not to damage it, and hit him as hard as I could with the butt of the gun, minus the magazine. It knocked him back into the booth and he slumped, with a wound opened on his forehead, gushing blood. I put the mag back into the .45, chambered a round, clicked the safety off and pointed it at his buddy's face, and told him to take a pile of paper napkins and put pressure on the wound to stem the flow of blood. He did, after wetting himself. I radioed the incident into Sgt Clay and the Dipatcher called for an ambulance. He said he'd be right over to do the prisoner transport, since my Jeep didn't have the steel divider between front and back areas. I also told her to get ahold of Roy's Shell Station, and have him or Randy bring the commercial wrecker to tow away the rig to the Police Impound Area. I'd issue the $500 ticket before the tow. These two were going to jail on a variety of charges. I cuffed them both after they got out of the booth and made them kneel — jeeeez, they were big boys, but pussycats "when push came to shove" — read them their Miranda Rights, and the just-arrived ambulance and medics took fatboy #1 to the ER to get his face sewn-up, while I stuffed fatboy #2 in the back of Sgt Clay's cruiser for the ride to the lock-up. I sat at one of Nell's Kitchen Booth Area tables, ate my sandwich and chips, and

filled-out the Incident, Arrest Reports and Parking Ticket. Nell thanked me and a collective sigh of relief went-up from all of the 15-20 patrons eating there. The poor busboy had the unpleasant duty of cleaning-up the bloody booth. At least I didn't have to shoot either of them; that was a good thing.

It was now 5:05pm, and I went back out on patrol in my assigned area. People and cars were once again populating Adam's Junction, and a "sense of normalcy" returned to the quaint, old village. After stopping at Roy's Shell, I gassed-up and got a receipt for my meager expense account. It was raining again, but at least it wasn't freezing rain or sleet. I radioed Deputy Tim to make sure he was okay and not experiencing any ice, and he said that all was fine and quiet in his area. I made one more swing through my 10-square block area, and then radioed that I was coming-in at 6:15pm, so Deputy Lee could take over. I reached over the front seats and grabbed my raingear and slipped it on, so as not to get soaked in the monsoon outside, and ran for the Station. Deputy Charles was at the front desk and I walked through without being waved-on. I stopped in Clay's office and dropped-off the Incident, Arrest, Ticket and Expense Reports. Lots of paperwork for just one shortened day, I thought. I debriefed Clay, signed-out and went home.

From the morning, I'd made a 3-4 lb Pot Roast in the 6qt CrockPot® with chopped scallions, chopped sweet Vidalia onions, whole-peeled potatoes, baby-peeled carrots, peeled whole garlic cloves, cut celery, 32oz of beef stock (after searing the roast coated in flour, on all surfaces in a smoking-hot, well-seasoned, cast-iron skillet), on the CrockPot's "high setting" for 6hrs, and I'll finish-it-off with fresh-chopped Italian Parsley, Kosher Sea Salt, fresh-ground black pepper, lots of minced garlic, thick-sliced button or Portabello mushroons and crushed San Marzano® Plum Tomatoes (the very best) at the end, after it all cooks-down, just finishing in the Crock Pot®; I just started the Oven-Roasted Russet Potatoes (with skin-on) cut in 1" pieces, drizzled w/ EVOO and Kosher Sea Salt at 350°F in the Vulcan 4-Burner Gas Range, Grill & Oven for 35mins; the baked beans, bacon & hamhocks were simmering and finishing in another Crock Pot® for 4 hours on low heat; I got fresh-made hot Italian crusty bread at the Old Mrs Patagonia's Bakery, with roasted garlic paste and butter, warming at 215°F in the other side of the Vulcan Oven/Range; and iced Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice to drink. Mmmmmmmmm. I watered and fed Jenny; she'd also get a nice bite of the Pot Roast, if she wanted it. After putting away the leftovers, which I'd have some of tomorrow, I'd take the rest back to York with me late tomorrow afternoon. I did the dishes and let them air-dry in the 2nd sink's rack.

It was 8:55pm and time for some sleep. Little did I know it was to be a "fitful night". I was up at 11:30am, 1:30am, 3:30am and 5:00am; the last 2 times soaked with sweat and had to change pillows and let the neck of the bed sheet dry out. First time I've had "night sweats" in many, many years. Oh crap, I'd forgotten to turn down the heat: it was set at 78°F all night and I didn't even think to check it during one of the times I was up at night. Duh! No wonder I was sweating.

It was still raining on Saturday morning when I got up at 5:15am to make breakfast and coffee, and according to the Police scanner, ***Flood Warnings*** were posted for areas around Adam's Junction, but since we're not on anyone's map, we weren't mentioned. The northern areas would also get some snow, but we wouldn't be affected. We'd had enough ice to last the rest of the Winter, thankyouverymuch.

Still dark, I opened the front door, turned on the deck lights and looked out of the glass storm door, seeing a "lake" now forming in my front turnaround and driveway, overlapping into the 4ac meadow. I could just imagine how far the creek below had overspread its banks by now. And I'm not in a lowlying area, as everything on the 43-acre property drains into the creek, way below "The Cabin". I had just unplugged my cellphone from charging, when it rang. It was Sgt Clay asking me if I'd be available today since we might be having some "emergency flooding problems" in lowlying areas, like last week. (He never uses the word, "issues"; there were always "problems" to be solved. Me too; I hate the word, "issues", as it's a liberal term for something they can't seem to solve.) I said that I would put-off going back to York for the day, and asked him if he'd want me in on the 1st shift? Yes he did, if possible. I told him that I'd be there by 7:30am for the 1st shift's briefing. I did the dishes and put them up to dry, made the now-dry bed, and got dressed. My 12" LLBean Waterproof Maine Hunting Boots, with my jeans tucked-in would have to suffice, and my

raingear was in the Jeep, which I brought inside. It was already 52°F outside, and bound to get a little warmer, so I didn't want too many "layers of clothing" under that raingear, for fear of sweating-up all the layers and getting colder. It would be easier to add dry layers to warm-up if I got cold, than to take wet layers off and still be cold. Memo to self: throw my pair of 24" Wellingtons at the GC&N Complex into the back of the Jeep for such emergencies. I'm wondering why I hadn't done so after last week's flooding problems up here?

It was now 7:05am, so I turned down the heat, turned-off all the interior lights, checked the hearth's flu damper to make sure it was shut, donned my raingear, loaded extra, dry clothes layers (including extra jeans) into the Jeep's backseat, loaded my 2 rifles in their bags, armed the building, and set out for Adam's Junction. Most of the roads had large pools of water already gathered and the creek alongside the road into town looked more ominous with every mile I traveled. I finally pulled into the Adam's Junction Police Station's parking lot and parked in #7 space, and ran for the building. It was really pouring by now; I was just glad that it wasn't snow.

I sat in on the briefing of last night's incidents, although the two 3rd Shift Deputies were still out on patrol, Clay was up-to-date on everything, except the extent of the ***Flood Warnings***, so the Adam's Junction Fire Dept was on "high alert" for action today. Tim and Bob were still out on 3rd shift patrol and would be in shortly; I was paired with Alex again, on 1st shift in our two usual assigned areas. Lee would be at the front desk and the (civilian) Dispatcher's 6-hr (instead of our 10-hrs) shift would also change, though I can't remember all of their names. Sgt Clay would be available for back-up, as would Lee; Capt Roy Bunce had the weekends off, unless TSHTF and he was called-in.

I put on my bulletproof vest under my raingear, grabbed the clipboard and other equipment and headed for the Jeep. The suction-cup red light easily stuck to the wet roof, and I loaded everything into the back, except the clipboard and Police-issued shotgun/ shells. At 7:55am, I pulled out of the lot and drove around my residential section of my 10-square block area. Despite the hard rain and imminent flooding, people were headed to Church; it was afterall, Sunday. And a very rainy one, at that.

Over my portable, plug-in police scanner came a 2-alarm Fire Station call, for "smoke coming from Rosedale Law Firm Building", on Maple & 27th Streets, and I responded. I was at the scene within 1 minute, and dropped 5 flares at the north and south ends of the 27th street block, while parking across from the building. The smoke was coming through a broken front window and I could see flames inside. The front door was locked so I yelled into the building through the broken glass and, after not hearing an answer and being driven back by the intense heat, went around two other buildings and through an alleyway to get to the rear of the building. Sitting there, drunk-as-a-skunk in his wrecked car, was 82 year old Atty Fred Rosedale ESQ, the owner of the building. The back door was open and smoke was also pouring out. I asked him some questions about the fire and he admitted to setting it for the insurance money and revenge upon his wife, who owned that building and the two adjacent buildings. I radioed Sgt Clay and asked him to come down here, immediately. Meanwhile the Fire Dept had arrived with a Pumper and Hook-and-Ladder, and begun putting the fire out by pumping water through the windows and down through the hole in the roof. I removed Mr Roseale from his vehicle, read him his Miranda Rights, and sat him down against a concrete garage wall, which he'd smashed his car into, trying to get away after setting the fire. The car got the worst of it; he got the 2nd worst with a bad concussion and knot on his forehead.

Sgt Clay arrived and I briefed him on what had happened so far. He was stunned that Rosedale admitted to it, but I had written down every word as well as reading him his rights. Clay took physical charge of Rosedale, cuffed him and put him in the back of his cruiser, for transport to jail. Menawhile, the Fire Dept had gotten the fire under control before the damage spread to the adjacent buildings. Mrs Rosedale was called and she showed-up within 10 minutes, and opened the

other buildings, so the Fire Chief could inspect the integrity of the walls and roofs for any collateral damage. None was found and the Rosedale Building was officially sealed-off as a crime scene, until the State Arson Investigator and his CSI Team could get here on Monday. Clay called their offices — the call was automatically transferred to the SAI's cellphone — and arranged for an investigation to start tomorrow. Clay filled out an Arson Incident Report, took my statement and notes, and told me to be prepared to testify in court, after a preliminary hearing was held on Monday, when the court date would be set by the presiding judge. I agreed and went back to my Jeep to fill out my Incident Report, which would require copies of my handwritten notes on Rosedale's admission. I could get copies made at the Police Station, when my shift was over. It was now almost 12noon, and I was getting hungry, so I called Nell's Kitchen to order a Nell's Pit Beef Sandwich & Fries, and a bottled water. Plenty of napkins, too. It was ready in 15 mins, I called in a ("10-20" lunch 20 mins) and I headed to the toppings counter to add horseradish and onions for the BBQ, and ketchup for the fries. I paid for lunch and tipped at the same time. I hung-up my raingear on the coatpole at a nearby booth and sat down at one of the tables toward the back, so I could keep an eye on the place. After the "trucker incident" last week, I was taking no chances of a repeat performance.

Nell's Kitchen was filling rpidly with couples and families with kids coming from Church Services of various denominations, and the sound of childrens' laughter made me feel better than I had in a while. As a line started to form, I finished-up, cleaned-up my table and left to free-up 4 seats, which was taken immediately by a grateful family of four. It was still raining. The rain gauge in front of Nell's garden read 1¾", and I believed it. The puddles in her parking lot were now becoming ponds. I splashed through them and was back on patrol shortly, and hoping nothing-of-consequence would happen the rest of the day, since the Rosedale arson had put me into a semi-bad frame of mind. Having to testify against an old man, who'd probably be sentenced to life in prison for arson, didn't sit well with me.

As I drove up Main St, I noticed that Locust, Maple and Oak Aves were underwater and getting worse. The water was up over the 8" curbs and going into residents' yards very quickly. Small creeks were forming in the driveways and running on to the nextdoor property. I radioed the Dispatcher to have the Public Works Dept put up some sawhorses with "DO NOT ENTER" signs on them ASAP. She said they'd be right out to install them, and they had numerous state roads to install signs on, too, since creeks were beginning to crest already. Also, 14th through 21th streets were flooding badly and needed warning signs for drivers. The storm sewers were clear but simply overloaded in handling the deluge.

It was now 3:45pm and all of the downtown streets had begun flooding, but no one was out except me, so I told the Dispatcher it wasn't as bad an emergency as were the residential streets. Driving slowly through the water in my Jeep, with 14" of clearance, was a breeze, but lower-riding cars would definitely stall-out in the rising water, as it splashed an engine's electrical connections and shorted them out. Bev & Tony's, normally open on Sunday afternoons after church, was closed, as was everything else as far as my eye could see. I did stop at Roy's Shell Station and gas-up, getting a receipt. He was open and his son, Randy, my driveway snowplower, was out towing and jumping stranded cars. Well, at least one businessman was making money on a crappy day like this. Alex radioed and said he

was stranded in one of the state park's parking lots, and could I come get him? I found it on my map and drove out to his area and picked him up, with his gear, locking down the cruiser. We drove back to the Police Station to get the AWD Cruiser, so Alex could transfer his gear, when it started snowing and sleeting. Snow and ice on top of all this rain! Crap, that's all we needed. By now, it was 4:10pm and our shift would soon end, and I pitied the two Deputies — Bob and Charles — coming on to the next shift. Temps had dropped into the low-30s/ upper-20s and the snow was sticking to lawns and sidewalks, as the rainwater had a break and began draining from the streets and other lowlying areas. Snow? I went back out and so did Alex, to finish our shifts.

One more cruise through downtown showed me that Locust, Maple through Oak Aves, plus 14th – 21st streets were draining, and I radioed the Dispatcher to cancel the warning signs, for now. Snow was coming down hard but it was light and fluffy and looked to be about 2-2½" deep already. The sleet and freezing rain would be a problem. With nighttime temps approaching, it was likely that it be be on the ground until morning, and then melt, hopefully causing no further flooding problems. I drove back to the Station and parked. It was 5:15pm. I waded through the parking lot's pond, which hadn't yet drained, and went in to drop-off my gear and fill-out the Incident and my Expense Reports. I talked to Sgt Clay about the Rosedale Arson, and he briefed me on what would happen; nothing to worry about. My written deposition would likely suffice for the presiding judge. I turned-in my paperwork, signed-out and went back to The Cabin.

The Cabin's driveway was drained and clear, as was the turnaround in front of the deck, but I parked under the carport anyway since the snow was coming down even harder now. I breathed a sigh of relief that I could finally get some dinner, rest-up a bit. and get back to York and reality. I disarmed the building, went inside to feed Jenny and relax for a short while. I had my freshly-made Pot Roast and Oven-Roasted Potatoes with butter, with Pomegranate-Blueberry Juice, and took the rest home to York. Dishes done, I set the heat at 60°F, checked all windows, left the water drip in the sink so it wouldn't freeze in the pipes if a "real cold front" came through, and packed my duffle bag, armed the building and headed for York. It promised to be a busy week, according to my posted schedules.

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