Chapter 65

July 15th, 2011

Meth Lab Nearby

On Friday evening, I packed my gear for the Saturday-Sunday trip to "The Cabin": my old faded and worn, US Army Duffel Bag from The 'Nam full of four complete changes of clothes, "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag full of all kinds of "special survival necessities", 16" English Wellington Boots (snake boots, deer/wood tick protection), Hoppe's Premium Field Gun Cleaning Kit, 16" Bowie Knife, 12" LLBean Maine Insulated Hunting Boots (more deer/wood tick protection) plus just good comfy sense in that rocky terrain, Tactical Range Vest, my Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID, which I always carry with me daily even in York, my AR-10 .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with Leupold Gold Dot CQ/T Scope, extra Hi-Power .308cal ammo (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo, my Remy 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, plenty of hi-power ammo, my Beowulf .50cal with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, and plenty of Hi-Power ammo (335gr .50cal rounds), my Full-Auto, Class III Bushmaster AR-15 .223 cal (5.56 x.45mm NATO), with a Trijicon Acog 4 x 32 Scope, and of course, various Eagle Carrying Bags with pockets and compartments for all rifles & shotguns and PVC "techno-crates" to carry it all in the Jeep. I have specific Hoppe's Cleaning Kits and 20,500+ rounds now "stockpiled" at "The Cabin", for all the various 7-8 calibers I own; just about more than enough, I figure, in case TSHTF. I'd leave for "The Cabin" after work at 3pm, on Saturday.

I watched a couple hours of Food TV's "Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives: Comfort Food", and I was drooling by 8:30pm's show. OMG, the food looked fantastic. I decided that eating anything before sleeping wouldn't be a good idea, shut-off the CATV in my computer on the 24" Samsung LCD Monitor, and went upstairs to sleep. Murphy followed me up and I was asleep by 9pm. I could sleep-in until 6am or so, since I didn't have to be in at work until 7:45, as Rich had a customer coming by to see their LSCP design plans and my estimate. I had a customer and his wife coming at 9am to meet with Steffi & me to review their greenscape/hardscape lists, and finalize them with the PA-Law required HICPA Contract this morning and any substitutions, if necessary.

I was up around 5:45am, fed and watered Murphy, made breakfast and coffee, shaved and left for work at 7. Traffic was light but there were limbs, branches and leaves down all over the area from Friday's violent t-storms; just Nature's way of doing some "much-needed local pruning", I guess. I stopped at Sheetz® for more coffee and Marlboros®, and opened-up at 7:15. The power breakers and switches were tripped from lightening strikes on the property, so none of the on-site irrigation systems ran last night. No matter, as we got almost &# I reset all of the switches and breakers right away so the holding tanks could re-charge and fill for today's watering cycle. Hundreds of pieces of nursery stock were laying down and I spent 40 minutes righting everything by hand. I'd unplugged 2 of the irrigation system controller boxes yesterday afternoon before I left, so the motherboards wouldn't get "fried" by lightening hits, as it travels underground through miles of wire and metal pipes and shorts-out the boards, which cost $300 each to replace. We'll make-up for the lack of water on Saturday night's cycle. Then, Steffi and Jon came-in around 8am, as did some retail customers and LSCP clients, for pre-scheduled meetings.

Did I say previously that there'd be no more "invoice-refund-credit nightmare" problems, no thanks to a *former employee*? Well okay, I lied there was "another one lurking" with a 2010-11 LSCP customer and his wife, who also had a folder full of register slips and paperwork, confusing us all. They were scheduled to be in Saturday after 9am, to help get the mess, again caused in 2010 by the former employee, straightened-out, along with Steffi and Rich, who had to re-draw the LSCP Plan/Design, per my demand that certain plants not be used in certain areas, due to their vulnerability to weather. It's for both the customer's and my benefit, in the long run.

Retail traffic surprisingly continued through 2pm, and I closed after the last ones had left at 2:45pm. I had Sunday off and would be headed to "The Cabin" for the rest of the weekend, such as it is.

I closed-down on Saturday at 2:55pm, since retail activity was essentially over for the day, and decided to go to my condo in East York, feed and water Murphy with plenty of extra food for the 1½ days I'd be gone. I hit I-83 north, exited at my usual place above York County, and headed down the long road , into the mountains, to The Cabin, about 12 miles south of the quaint old village of Adam's Junction. After pulling into the 1,000ft gravel driveway, and parking at the front porch in the circle turnaround near the large deck & picnic table on the side deck, I disarmed the building and decided to see Jenny (the mixed-breed dog I found along the road, rescued, and bought from her owners for $150) first, without all that cumbersome gear, so she couldn't knock me down in her excitement to see me again, as she'd done for the past two visits. I had both hands and arms free to catch her now almost 75lbs flying 4-5ft through the air on that "joy-filled leap".

I still wound-up on the floor, with her licking my face, happy to see me. I rolled around on the floor with her, brushed her, rubbed her belly, fed and watered her generously, turned-on the AC to 79°F setting to clear-out the humidity, finished bringing-in my gear and locked the Jeep. Murphy, my "condo cat" who will only drink from the kitchen sink's spigot, is only 9-10lbs and a cinch to "catch". Jenny's a whole 'nother "weight class". We'd have a bunch of Saturday-Sundays together in July and August, plus the upcoming 3-day Fall Labor Day Holiday Weekend together, before I'd be back to working 7-days-a-week again, until November. I'd called Randy, my Cabin and dog-sitter, and had him stand-down until late Sunday, and had also left a message with the PD Dispatcher at the AJ Police Dep't Station & Town Hall for Capt Clay, that I was in town for only a short time.

After unpacking my clothes and gear into the Master Bedroom and stowing some extra provisions into the well-stocked Kitchen Pantry. I grabbed a shower, some fresh clothes, and plopped myself down in one of the LR's comfy chairs to rest. I had some food and personal item shopping to do at Bev & Tony's General Store, and some freshly-baked crusty Italian bread and delicious "Hot Cross Sticky Buns" to get at Old Mrs Patagonia's Bakery, before they closed at 17:00hrs (5pm) today, for Sunday's Church Services, so I armed the building and left for town. On the way in, I filled-up the Jeep at Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station, Randy's father's place, where lots of truckers and tourists stopped-in right off I-83, in both directions.

While filling-up the Jeep, I noticed that was some new construction going on next to Roy's Station; they were building a "Trucker's Diner and Bed & Breakfast". Makes sense. Fuel-up, eat well and overnight in their own truck's sleeping-cabin, but no showers or rooms available, yet. If I didn't invent "The Virtual Cabin" to escape to, I'd have gone completely insane over a year ago, with all the burdens the lousy economy and traitors in DC have foisted upon me and my business. Although "virtual", when I'm there, it's "real" to me and I "come back" refreshed and ready for another week in the so-called "real world". Next, I figured that there'd be a nice motel or a "bed & breakfast" going-up. That would even make more sense, now that the other two places existed and it would bring people into Adam's Junction, increasing the demands upon the PD and other services, but also bringing much-welcomed money into the virtual town. After topping-off the SUV, I drove over to Roy's building, and went inside to say hi. He was behind the counter, with a line of customers paying with either cash or check. He kept a legal, sawed-off 12ga just under the counter, with white shells for rock salt, for use inside the store (human damage & pain), and red shells with .00 buckshot for outside (human death). Roy was a "one-of-a-kind", still taking personal checks, but only from those he knew. The sign behind his counter – "In God We Trust – Everyone Else Pays Cash" – wasn't just BS. I waved and went back to the Jeep, to finish my food shopping in town, before everything closed down today, for Sunday's Church Services.

Capt Clay returned my call around 16:30hrs (4:30pm), and asked if I could stop by the AJPD when I'd finished shopping. I did after getting what I needed on my "list", and we talked for 25-30 minutes about his new Deputies' "personal and professional progress", and when I'd be up again to give them all some "combat shooting lessons". He was thrilled when he heard that I'd be coming-up every Saturday mid-afternoon in both July and August, and staying until Sunday evening, and that I'd also be here for the 3-day Labor Day Weekend. He said he'd "re-arrange the Deputies' schedules" to suit my either Saturday or Sunday preference for lessons, and also asked if I could help out with some Volunteer Deputy work on the Labor Day Weekend. I said I'd let him know what day I wanted as far as the lessons were concerned before I left tomorrow, and that I'd be glad to help on September 3rd, 4th & 5th, after getting-up from York. He was now a "happy camper". He said that I'd definitely get one of the new, state-of-the-art Police Cruiser's exterior (its interior) to drive, by next weekend, instead jeopardizing of my own personal Jeep. I thanked Clay, but told him that I'd have to "think about being that much of a target" for the bad guys. I much prefer "traveling incognito" and arriving at a crime scene in an "unmarked, civilian vehicle", especially as heavily-armed as I always am. Of course, if my SUV was ever shot-up as badly as the recently-deceased Deputies' Bob's and Charles' were, I'd have no way back to York, since there are no rental agencies to be found in Adam's Junction. Of course, in that kind of an ambush, I'd be dead, too, so getting home would be a moot point. Clay volunteered the use of one of his unmarked Police Cruisers, if "that day" ever came. (To me, that white unit is as bad as a regular Cruiser: as visible as a bandaged, "sore thumb".) I said, "thanks". At 17:30hrs (5:30pm), I could see that it was time to get going as I wanted to drive around Adam's Junction and see the town again, on this trip.

Everything done and re-seen, I headed back to The Cabin for the night as dusk comes early in the mountains at 19:30hrs (7:30pm), even in Summer. Coming back to a chilly Cabin, I turned-off the AC and lit the fireplace for a few hours, do some reading and get some well-deserved sleep. T-storms were still moving through the area, so I turned-on the Police Scanner and listened to the chatter. It was getting cool outside, but still muggy from all the rain. It was 86°F when I left York, but only 67°F up in the mountains, with all the large trees and shade. I had two of my Pendleton Woolen Shirts and Corduroy Barn Coat along, plus plenty of Winter clothes in the Master BR's large closet, too.

Sometimes, I do wish that I had one of the same super-fast, 3Tb HP Pavilion Elite HPE-570t series (Win-7 Pro) units as I have at my condo and at my office, here at The Cabin, but with no CATV Cable Modem or even lousy Dish Network service available, dial-up is out-of-the-question. But the reason I bought The Cabin, its 43 acres and love coming to Adam's Junction whenever I can get away from York, is "being away from it all", for whenever I can get it. I don't even have a simple TV or radio here, save the Police Scanner for emergencies and my occasional volunteer work as Deputy Sheriff. And I especially wanted to get away from the barrage of 500-700 emails I get everyday.

For dinner, I made Chicken Cordon Bleu, oven-roasted Russet Potatoes (with skin-on) cut in 1" pieces, drizzled w/ EVOO and Kosher Sea Salt in my commercial-grade Vulcan 6-Burner Gas Stove & Oven, crusty Italian bread smeared with roasted garlic clove paste and Keller's® Salted Butter (best anywhere), and had some Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice to wash it all down. After doing the dishes at 20:30hrs (8:30pm), I was full and ready for some more "light reading" before hitting-the-sack for the night. Jenny was already curled-up on her Kodiak Bearskin, where she loves to lie in front of the fire. That "light reading" lasted all of 25 minutes before my eyes started to close and I began to nod-off. I let the fire die down, turned the AC to my regular 76°F setting, checked the front/rear spotlight array, armed the building and went to bed. Jenny joined me at the foot of the bed, taking-up a lot more room now that she was fully-grown and considerably larger. I was in la-la land within a couple of minutes.

I was up at 05:00hrs (5am), finally feeling well-rested; the whole reason I come up here. I fed and watered Jenny, took another shower, fresh clothes and made a nice breakfast of fresh-sqeezed OJ, Eggs Benedict, Smoked, Slab Bacon, Instant Grits w/ Butter & Sea Salt , Pancakes w/ Blueberries & Butter, and no coffee, just yet. That was a breakfast! Time to go back to sleep and nap for a couple of hours to sleep-it-all-off. I did.

Back-up and around at 09:30hrs (9:30am), I turned on the AC, had some more OJ and finally made Turkish-Grind Drip-Brewed Coffee in the Chemex® Coffeemaker System now that I was going to stay-up for the day. After opening the front door to the screen door, I could see the fog and mist laying-on the 4-acre meadow in front of The Cabin other the far side of the crushed gravel drive. I took a mug of coffee out on to the large side deck and sat at the picnic table. It was 58°F here already and probably wouldn't reach much above 78-19°F, but in York, if I remember the forecast from Friday afternoon on NWS, it was supposed to be in the mid-90s and very humid. Yuk. I had done all my shopping for here and York, so taking the stuff home in the boxes Tony provided, I could stay inside the rest of the day in the cool condo, except to pick-up the week's mail at the condo's "community mailbox". I was expecting a nice check from my homeowner's insurance company for repayment of the shattered window on the condo, two weeks ago, so it was worth fetching.

I decided that the Deputies' and Capt Clay's "combat shooting lessons" should happen on Sunday morning, while everyone else is at Church, so it wasn't so awful hot and sweaty for them. I called the AJPD and left a message for Clay (he and the family would be at Church right now) to call me on my cellphone later, to talk about it. The exception might be Labor Day Weekend, when it'd be very hectic around here and we'd all be needed for well, "whatever happens" those 3-4 days. I called the GC&N Complex and listened to 3 messages on the answering machine; 2 of which were about new landscape work in August or September. We needed to fill-up August first – the 1st week is full, anyway – so I'd get right on those Monday morning, when I got in to work at 6:30am. I have 6 employees – I used to have 28 at one time – left, so I have a responsibility to them and their families to keep them working, a weekly paycheck and food on their tables in these rough economic times. No pressure on me, at all, huh? None of them even understand what I'm talking about, here. They think "the money comes in magically", and that I'm a "millionaire from owning such a business". How very, very, very wrong they all are! Back "when times were very good", there wasn't any pressure, as people were beating our doors down to get us to work for them. Over the past 2-3 years that's all changed, no thanks to the lying Kenyan shithead in The White House. God help us all, if he manages to get re-elected to another 4 horrible yearterm. America, as we know it, will then be truly gone. It's almost there, right now.

I decided to take Jenny for a walk in the meadow, so I dressed and put on my 16" English Wellington Boots, to protect against ticks – I always check Jenny carefully before bringing her back into The Cabin – and took the Remy 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun along, with plenty of extra .00-buckshot and sabot (slug) shells in my "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag, full of "all kinds of survial necessities", just in case. No need for a coat or even a Pendleton Shirt, as it was warming-up quickly. It was now 10:15, and we walked for a couple of miles through the meadow and down to the creek, where I'd found all those gold nuggets in a vein last year, and where numerous men had lost their lives trying to take it all (just under $26,000,000 of which $7,000,000.00 I "stashed" in 1-3oz nuggest, to avoid taxes) away from me.

By 11:30hrs (11:30am), both of us were ready to get in out of the heat and humidity, so we walked back to The Cabin. There, parked in the circle turnaround driveway, was Clay's new, state-of-the-art Police Cruiser, and he was on its laptop computer and his cellphone. Mine suddenly rang, and it was him: "I stopped by to see you and just got a call from the Dispatcher, that I have a Deputy trapped just down the road at the same cabin we had "problems" with last week, where you shot the guy dead in the 2nd floor window. Can you come with me?" I quickly moved Jenny inside The Cabin, exchanged my Remy 11-87 12ga for my AR-10 .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the Leupold Gold Dot CQ/T Scope and 5 20-round mags of .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo, re-armed the building, jumped into the back of Clay's Cruiser, and off we went to back-up/ rescue Deputy Alan (the one I had serious doubts about last week).

The place was only 6-7 minutes north of my property, so Clay parked where I did last week: out on the main road behind some dense trees and brush, for cover. I slid the full-auto AR-10 out of its carrying bag, grabbed the extra mags and took-up a position behind some 2-3ft dia trees, for protection from their 30-.06 deer rifles with scopes. Clay and I both saw Deputy Alan laying on the ground behind his new Cruiser, bleeding, and Clay radioed for an ambulance and EMTs, plus more Police back-up, "Code 1" (no lights or siren). They arrived, but by then, I was within range of their 2-floor cabin so I snuck around the right-side of the property keeping low and "non-targetable". Then I saw it: a frigging meth lab on the far corner of the 5-6 acres! No wonder they'd fired upon us all last weekend and now Alan, when he answered another "domestic disturbance" call (the worst kind, next to a robbery/murder-in-progress IMO).

I radioed back to Clay and told him to change Police Channels, as I could hear the scanner inside the cabin listening to our conversations. We did, got "synched", notified the arriving ambulance and other Deputies to do the same, without naming the specific channel. There were hundreds of frequencies, so we switched to a "tactical channel", which would be unfindable by their scanner. Now I could see activity, through my Leupold Gold Dot CQ/T Scope inside the two buildings and counted 4-6 people, all armed. Two skinny guys on the front porch, who'd shot Alan, were my first targets and I shot them both cleanly in the Sniper's Triangle, dropping them instantly. Four or so left, but now everyone was inside the buildings, so it was going to be tough to make the proper death shots, unless they were stupid enough to show a head or chest for my targeting. One did and I quickly erased him from the face of the earth. Another tried sneaking from the meth lab building to their cabin, and I snuffed him, too. By now, the two extra Police Cruisers and ambulance had shown-up, and I told them to stay put until they heard back from me. Clay echoed that order. Another one stuck his head up in the meth building's window, and I blew it apart like a dropped watermelon. Then, the remaining 6 came out, weaponless, with their hands-up and I called-in Clay and the Deputies, but warned them all that the cabin hadn't yet been cleared or secured. I had miscounted the number of people earlier

Deputies Tim, Alex & Jon went into their cabin, cleared and secured it, and then took charge of the 6 scumbags from the meth lab while I covered them. All went smoothly and Clay and I cleared and secured the lab, calling-in the PA State Police and CSI Unit. The State Troopers arrived within minutes and immediately took full-charge of the crime scene, especially the meth lab. It was the one that they were looking for in the area. I gave statements, as did Capt Clay and the other Deputies. State Police Capt brought the PBI (PA Bureau of Investigation), DEA and BATFE Agents (Feds) with him, and they had a "real problem" with my shooting so many potential witnesses/informants at that scene, but Capt Clay stood-in for me and backed them down. Considering that Deputy Alan was rushed back to Memorial Hospital in critical condition for emergency surgery, the Feds acquiesced and understood why I had no choice. They just don't like "civilian volunteers", I guess, but I can outshoot any and all of them, in my frigging sleep! They knew my US Special Forces history and my "storied history" in Adam's Junction, over the past 1¼ years, and offered a "meek apology" for their hasty conclusions. I nodded and returned to Clay's Cruiser, anxious to get back to The Cabin, as I hadn't checked Jenny for ticks before putting her inside. That could be a real problem.

Clay gave me a lift back and I thanked him for intervening on my behalf with the Feds, which he acknowledged. I went inside, and immediately took Jenny out to the porch to check her coat for ticks: none felt or seen. Then I checked The Cabin very carefully and found none on her bearskin or the Master Bedroom's bed. Whew; close one. I spread 5-6 sheets of newspaper on the Dining Room's table, and cleaned the AR-10 with its Hoppe's Premium Field Gun Cleaning Kit and put it back into its Eagle Carrying Bag.

It was now 14:30hrs (2:30pm), and I used my cellphone to call my Landscape Foreman back in York to check on the GC&N Complex's watering system, and if he didn't get the voicemail, I'd have to leave early and do it myself. I'd give him 2 hours, and then leave early for York, as I was worried after Friday night's violent t-storms, that the computer controllers had become damaged and wouldn't water the retail display areas. If so, we'd have a real "disaster" on our hands, on Monday morning. After 2½ hours, I'd heard nothing back from him, so I decided to get The Cabin cleaned, shut-down and leave for the Complex. A change of linens in the Master BR, take the laundry with me back to York and do it at my condo, put dried dishes away, close the fireplace flu, re-set the AC, replace two spotlights in the front array of 4, check all windows/side & back doors to make sure they're secured, test the alarm system, notify AJPD's Capt Clay that I'm leaving, call Randy and let him know that The Cabin and Jenny are back in his care until I return next Saturday, pack my gear and rifles, and get going. I'm getting more and more worried by-the-minute about what's going to happen if I can't get the irrigation controllers reprogrammed. (Please Jump Back Up To "A Day In The Life".).

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