Chapter 73

December 2nd, 2011

Happy Birthday

It was 21:30hrs (9:30pm) and 47°F when I hit I-83 North to the Dauphin County exit for Adam's Junction and the long road to "The Cabin", and it was almost 20:00hrs (10:00pm) when I passed the Village's "Welcome Sign" and reached my 1,000ft long, gravel driveway with its immaculately, cross-hatched mowed meadow and grounds, and parked the Jeep at The Cabin's front porch, disarmed the building, greeted Jenny (the mixed-breed, half-frozen puppy I'd found along the road, rescued, and bought from her uncaring owners for $150 last Winter), fed & watered her, unloaded my weapons and gear, turned-up the heat to 78°F, unpacked, and plopped-down into a comfy LR chair to rest and unwind for a precious few minutes. It was a cool-and-now-dropping 41°F outside, according to The Cabin's Weather Station, and very, very raw and damp from the week's 8-10" of rain up here in the mountains, as compared to the 4" we had back in York. Good thing I had plenty of warm clothes along and many already in The Cabin's closets. I had a "short-list" of perishable things I needed to get in town, before the stores closed at 8pm, for tomorrow, Saturday night. They'd be open all day tomorrow, since it was Saturday, and not Sunday, as I was used to. I could have easily gotten all these things before I left the York area, but it was just good sense to patronize the local businesses; besides most were good friends or acquaintances of mine, now. Plus, I had to visit memorial Hospital's ER for them to check my left arm's healing and maybe get the stitches out, and of course check-in with

Capt Clay, at the AJPD to see what files were on my desk. What I needed was *uninterrupted, quality sleep*, right now, and I was determined to get some. Today was my 62nd Birthday.

I made sure the Jeep was locked and armed, the front/rear spotlight arrays worked – William had replaced 2 of the 8 x 1,000w incandescent bulbs (screw the CFL junk!) – and The Cabin was secured and armed. After taking a shower, and getting some fresh clothes, I decided to call-it-a-day and get-up early. I laid-out everything for breakfast in the Kitchen, turned the heat back down to 73°F for sleeping, took my Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP (round chambered, safety on) and put it on the nightstand next to the bed, with my cellphone, and kept the other long guns loaded and ready in the closet, just 8-10ft away. No fire tonight; just sleep. I took a Rx 12.5mg Ambien® CR™, summoned Jenny, who was already on her way into the Master Bedroom, turned-out the lights, and drifted-off to la-la land. Tomorrow was another day. We'd have a longer list of things to do, than usual.

I only slept for 3-4 decent hours; I must have had too much coffee (8-9 mugs) during the day, and I was up by 3am, despite the sleeping pill. I turned-up the heat to 78°F, watered & fed Jenny, made Fresh-Squeezed OJ, Eggs Benedict & Hash Browns, Country Sausage, Grits w/ Butter & Sea Salt, and Buttered Toast. After doing the dishes and putting them in the double sink-rack to dry, I grabbed my Turkish Bathrobe to keep warm, built a roaring fire and checked the time. It was only 04:00hrs (4am), so I changed the furnace filter and laid down on the couch for a few hours to "nap". The food did the trick; ameliorated the caffeine in my system, and put me back-to-sleep, quickly. The pill didn't quite have enough "punch" to do that by itself, I guess.

I "napped" until 08:30hrs (8:30am), and felt much better. After re-stoking the fire with more split firewood, I drank some Fresh-Squeezed OJ and had 3 mugs of strong, French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System, Jenny woke-up, ate and came directly to her Kodiak Bearskin in front of the fireplace in the Living Room. As I opened the front door, and looked through the glass storm door, which William had installed in place of the screened unit, I could see a heavy frost on the roof of the Jeep and on the cross-mowed lawn across the meadow. The leaves were in their colorful Fall glory, all through the mountains, right now.

I sat at the empty Dining Room Table, scanned my shopping list and decided to take Jenny along; she loves riding in the Jeep. I'd stop at Bev & Tony's General Store first, and

then try the new Shop Rite Supermarket, which just opened on the north side of town, next. Then, to Old Mrs Patagonia's Bakery for some "Hot Cross" buns and fresh-baked, Crusty Italian Bread, stop by Memorial Hospital, have my wound checked, and finally over to the AJPD, to talk to Capt Clay and see what was on my desk, which needed my attention. Wearing one of my 15 Pendleton Woolen Shirts, my repaired Corduroy Barn Coat, my daily-carry sidearm, the Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, my omnipresent Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID right next to it on my belt, and dark, navy-blue Deputy Sheriff Baseball Cap, embroidered with "Deputy Sheriff" on the front, and on the back above the adjustable strap, I also took the Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and 10 extra 11-round mags of 335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds) along, belted Jenny into the front seat, as usual, turned down the heat, locked and armed The Cabin, and set-out on my rounds.

I left at 09:20hrs (9:20am) and headed down the 1,000ft gravel drive, turned right and drove north into Adam's Junction, to Bev & Tony's General Store, where Jenny and I filled 90% of my "list". Tony helped me load the boxes and bags into the Jeep's cargo bay, since he knew I still had stitches and a sore left arm from last weekend's shoot out at The 1st National Bank. I stopped at Mrs Patagonia's Bakery next and got what I wanted, and then headed to the Hospital's ER, where the doctor-on-call removed the old bandages, re-cleaned the wound, asked me to leave the stitches in for one more week – as a precaution to the wound tearing-open under any undue stress – and he'd remove them next Saturday, and then re-bandaged it. I next drove to the new Shop Rite, leaving Jenny in the locked Jeep, grabbed a small cart and wandered the many aisles; it was a huge store and took me over an hour to cover the entire place, filling the other 10% of my list, with things Bev & Tony just don't carry. Next, over to see Clay at the AJPD.

I pulled into my usual Parking Space #7, put Jenny on her leash, and went inside. Beth Ann, the (more amiable) Police Day Dispatcher, nodded to me as she relayed various messages to Deputies on patrol, and the late Deputy Alan's picture was in the lobby, draped with black bunting since his funeral had been on Wednesday. Deputy Sgt Alex shook my hand and welcomed me, too. I walked into my Office, turned on the light, Jenny made herself at-home by curling-up on one of the leather chairs facing my desk, and I saw the stack of "cold case" files was still there, plus 25-30 pink message slips. I went through those, returned the important ones and walked next door to Capt Clay's spacious Office and Conference Room Suite. He greeted me and asked how my wound was. I told him that the doc had just requested that I keep them in for another 6-7 days, and they'd come-out next Saturday. Despite it being "unsaid", I had the uneasy feeling that I was somehow responsible for Alan's death, although all the intensive drills I'd put the force through, when I'd trained the Capt and his 6-Deputy force, in early September. I asked about Alan's Family and how they were doing, and Clay just shook his head. Not well. The funeral was sparsely-attended, mostly by Alan's Family and relatives, and his Church's members. Not many townspeople knew him at all. I wished that I could have been there, but I had other obligations which kept me in the York area.

I asked Clay just how "important" were all those 15-16 "cold case" files, and did I need to get on them for any specific reason, other them to get them "off-the-books", so he could add them to his "solvency record" as Capt of AJPD. He said there was no real hurry, but that we might run across some leads via other cases, now that all the data was being entered into the new computer systems. That would take a few more weeks for his civilian employees to complete, so he said just to "put them at the bottom of my in-box", which was filling-up. When all the data-entry was completed, we could run some names and see what, if anything, came-up. He also asked how the closing-down of my business was going, and how I was handling all this mentally and physically. We talked at-length, for 20 minutes or so and I briefed him on what had occurred over the past week.

Just then, Beth Ann buzzed him and said that PA State Police Homicide Commander Jack McHattie was on line #3, and Clay took the call. Google Earth Maps had pinpointed a large meth/coke lab operation in the valley west of Adam's Junction, and he'd like us to be back-up for the 40 Feds when they go into to take-it-down this afternoon, along with 50

PA State Narcotics SWAT Unit Police; would we be available? Clay told McHattie about Alan's killing, but said that I was here and available for duty. McHattie was one of the PA State Police who oversaw my training of Capt Clay and his 6 Deputies in September, and had offered me a job with their Spec-Ops Unit, after the appropriate The PA State Police Academy training and graduation. I'd told him that at 62, I probably couldn't "keep up" with guys 20-30-40 years younger than myself, but that I'd think about it, and he gave me his card. He was "delighted that I was to be part of the operation" on the large lab. It would go down at 14:30hrs (2:30pm), which meant that I had to get Jenny back to The Cabin, unpack all the groceries, and get my weapons, gear and self ready for this. Clay would leave 2 Deputies on patrol in town, while we backed-up the large operation. The Feds would be coming-in by UH-60L Blackhawk Choppers and unmarked vehicles. Other nearby hospitals, as well as local Memorial Hospital ER medical teams were alerted to what might occur, and told to stand-by, with zero details. I left immediately, taking Jenny to the Jeep and speeding back to unload and prepare.

After pulling into the left-side carport, disarming the building, taking Jenny and the groceries inside and putting them away, it was already 11:15hrs (11:15am) and I had to get the Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the Leupold® Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T Scope, and 200 rounds of .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the new 20-round magazines prepped, and I took the Beowulf .50cal and extra mags, already in the Jeep, plus 20 extra mags for my Kimber 1911 .45cal along, in the Satchel Bag, full of "all kinds of survival necessities", just in-case TSHTF. I figured that with so many Fed & State Police along, we'd be doing merely traffic control, but one never knows for sure what might happen in a situation like this. Been there, done that; got numerous t-shirts for it, back in the late-60s in The 'Nam.

I armed the building and roared down the road to the AJPD, where McHattie and his commanders were already meeting with Capt Clay in the new Conference Room, with all 6 of the 36" x 48" wall-mounted and all 4 of the 24" wide screen table LCDs lit with maps and data, and was introduced around, given a special neck-chain ID and told to dress in Sniper Gear, for "on-line duty" instead of simple "back-up". Using the Google Maps, McHattie pinpointed where the Blackhawks would land, how the Feds and his men would approach and surround the compound, and where I'd be "positioned" for "pinpoint work", if called-upon. I knew it was going to get messy; I could just feel it in my guts. Capt Clay was more-than-PO'd that I was tapped for "on-line duty", but being the best-qualified Sniper of all Fed/State/Local Personnel involved, he quietly-acquiesced to McHattie's orders. Clay was "low on the food chain", so he had no say in anything. I was a very different matter, this time around, it appeared. Why they hadn't brought-in their own Fed or State Sniper(s) wasn't asked or explained; I was tapped for the job.

I had the highest-vantage-point of the op, so was issued a 15½" Barska® 6-24x Zoom w/ 50mm Lens Sniper Scope with Green Mil-Dots for my Class III, Full-Auto AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), and 200 rounds of .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the US Military 20-round magazines, to swap-out the Leupold® Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T Scope, right away, which I did. I "laser bore-sighted" it at 500yds and only wished I'd had it for 1-2hrs to fully-sight-it-in at 600-900yds, instead of just bore-sighting, but using a laser was the next best thing. Besides, there wasn't time for that, now.

We piled our weapons and gear into the 7 unmarked State Police Cruisers, and drove to a pre-determined spot on the Google Map. The Blackhawks were landing almost 2¾ miles away, so the Feds had to "huff-and-puff" to get to their pre-determined locations, as designated on the AJPD Conference Rooms Screens, by 14:25hrs (2:25pm), so that the operation could go-off promptly at 14:30hrs (2:30pm). They did and then *all hell broke loose*.

A three-SUV convoy was just leaving the compound, loaded to the rafters with bales of processed coke and meth – absolute poison for young kids or anyone who becomes quickly-addicted – and I received orders via my earpiece radio to shoot the 3 drivers. I had the AR-10's selector switch set to "single shot", instead of "full auto". I obliged: 3-for-3 shots. Their vehicles spun, crashed and then the Feds and PA State Police SWAT Units moved-in under withering automatic gunfire from the 11

buildings I counted through the scope. I went through 7 20-round magazines, dropping everyone I saw shooting from windows and doors, but there were several dozens of them. It was like "shooting fish in a barrel", from my vantage point. Their muzzle flashes gave them away to me, way-up in "the crow's nest" position. I had 15 more 20-round mags ready, and then I'd have to start reloading as fast as I could. A cloud of dust puffed-up just to the right of me – someone down there had a .308cal or better and had me nearly zeroed-in, so I crawled 30ft to my left – and I could "taste something warm and sticky"; I was bleeding again, this time from the forehead, from a lucky richochet-splinter-shot out of the 3rd floor of the main house. I "doped the scope", and dropped the shooter as he was ready to squeeze-off another shot at me. It entered center through his forehead. The Feds and PA-SP SWAT Units were all inside the buildings now, and except for two SUVs fleeing out the back toward the east, and the non-stop shooting began to quiet-down. I "doped the scope" once more to compensate for their speed and a number of other variables, fired 4 shots and stopped both vehicles almost instantly. The Blackhawks were landing all over the area, and I was "called-off the nest" and back down to the command vehicles. A HAZMAT Team arrived to assess the multiple chemical hazards, as did many ambulances, EMTs and I could see several LEOs down and being medically-attended to.

I took-off my helmet and felt my forehead; it was just a scratch from a rock-shot ricochet and I mopped-up the trickle of blood with my sleeve. More serious injuries and death awaited below. The whole place filled-up with Police, US Military and medical vehicles, and the more seriously-wounded were Medevaced-Out to waiting ER and surgical teams. I helped with 2 stretchers and an EMT came over to clean and put a large band-aid on my forehead, which fortunately didn't need any further attention. Commander McHattie was barking orders over the earpiece intercom, so I yanked that out, too. I'd had enough. I had 2 full 20-round mags left, and one 200-round, heavy "battle pack" of .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) left; I'm just glad it didn't go on any longer. I hate reloading mags under intense pressure. The AR-10 .308cal has more *kinetic energy* at 600-900yds than a .357Magnum fired at point-blank range. It's absolutely devastating to whatever it hits, and I saw plenty of carnage through that powerful scope.

By now, Capt Clay was at-the-scene, with his 4 deputies doing road traffic control, and I came walking over to his Cruiser. "Hit again?", he asked. "Nope, just a scratch", I replied. I saw one of the Blackhawks up-close, and it had electronic, twin .30cal M61 Vulcan Mini-Guns mounted underneath. Those choppers could have made complete "mincemeat of all the buildings and people", if they wanted to. That would have caused an even bigger mess than what was here to deal with, now. The body and injured count was still ongoing, but at least 1 LEO was dead, with a number of them wounded, by varying degrees. Choppers were taking-off and landing every 2-3 minutes, ferrying the wounded to AJ's Memorial and other surrounding Hospitals I really wondered whether it was worth it, after all, or just use the available firepower of the Blackhawks and finish-it-quickly, without such widespread carnage, but that's what those guys get paid for doing. It wasn't my call, so I let go of it.

I peeled-off the SWAT uniform, down to my AJPD Deputy clothes, and swapped-out the Barska Sniper Scope for my Leupold Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T, and signed-it back into the LEO's Weapons Inventory. I was to give Capt Clay an invoice for the ammo and any damages to magazines, and I'd get reimbursed. No matter. I just wanted a lift back to the AJPD, get my Jeep and go home to The Cabin. It was almost 14:45hrs (4:45pm) and starting to get dusk. Spotlights were brought-in on PA-NG Trucks, so the HAZMAT Services, civilian, US Army medical teams and LEOs could finish their work, It'd be 2-3 weeks until all of this was "sorted out" and cleaned-up, especially all the chemicals in the labs. There were some very, very dangerous liquids and powders inside those buildings, and I guess the .30cal Mini-Vulcans could have caused some serious explosions, if used as I thought they should, to avoid the unnecessary loss of life on "our side".

"Nice shooting; fine support job, Shelley", Commander McHattie said. I nodded and hitched a ride back with Capt Clay, knowing full-well that there'd be a shitload of

reports for me to fill-out, this time, since so many Gov't Agencies and personnel were involved. Clay asked me for a detailed report of what happened, and I told him about my "small part", and what I saw and heard from up in "the crow's nest", high above the furious and deadly ground action. I'd put about 300 rounds through the AR-10 today, and it needed some serious cleaning, as did the 20-round magazines, which would have to all be individually-disassembled, with all springs and followers meticulously-cleaned and oiled. All roads were sealed by Feds and PA State Police now, and we had to present ID to get out of the area, and back to town. Clay called Nell's Kitchen Restaurant & Drive-In and ordered-in some double cheeseburgers, fries, potato salad and juice for us. He'd be drinking some 18-year-old Glenlivet Single Malt Scotch ($285/btl) tonight, while I'd be drinking my usual Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice. Had I not quit all alcohol on January 10th, I'd be joining him in at least 1-2 bottles, regardless of cost. It was "one of those days". The food arrived in 20 minutes.

I stowed my gear in the Jeep, went into the PD to wash-up, to the applause of Ruth, the (cranky) Police Night Dispatcher and Deputy Sgt Alex, and I washed-up in the bathroom. By the time I came out, the food was here and we ate in the Conference Room, as several PA SP Lt's and Capt's began to trickle-in, Ruth ordered 5 "everything" pizzas from Frank's Pizzeria, a block away, and they were here in 15 minutes. We all were dehydrated, hungry and dusty from the day's op. I went through 2 gals of juice, with the others enjoying the Glenlivet Aged Scotch and water. Reports kept coming-in about wounded and dead: the "body count" was now 3 LEOs dead, 7 wounded; 71 perps dead, with 69 in-custody. I got "credit" for 47 perp kills and ; the most since 'Nam, in '68-'71. It was a very large multi-operation in all those buildings, supplying the East Coast with lots of poison, and now it was all over with. But all too soon, more would 'spring-up" and production levels would rise as demand for it also rose.

Starting to nod-off, I told Clay to keep me posted by cellphone and that I'd listen on Tach 4 on the Police Scanner for any further reports, but I had to get home and take care of

Jenny, get a shower, clean clothes and some sleep. I'd be in around 10:30hrs (10:30am) to begin the required reports, and he said that CSI, the FBI, DEA, BATFE etc would be all over the offices and us, me especially. I was ready for it. I left, kept the Jeep windows down so the cool night air would keep me awake on the 25-minute drive, and made it home without incident. Jenny was happy to see me, yet "instinctively knew that something big" had happened to me today. She was right, as usual. She was more affectionate than usual. I brought-in my weapons and gear, turned-up the heat to 78°F, fed and watered her, shed my dirty clothes into the Kenmore #9825 24" Gas Laundry Center w/ Dryer, took a shower, put on fresh clothes and my Turkish Bathrobe, turned-on the Scanner to Tach 4 and listened to the incoming reports until 20:15hrs (10:15pm), took 3 Rx 1mg Lunesta® pills, locked and armed the Jeep and building and crawled into bed, with my Kimber 1911 .45cal ACP next to me, on the nightstand. I left my cellphone on in case there was an emergency and I needed to take a call, though I was down to 2 charge bars. I could recharge-it-quickly in the morning, before I went to town. Jenny joined me at the foot of the bed. I set the alarm for 07:15hrs (7:15am), so I could get my weapon and magazines cleaned, breakfast & coffee and get into the AJPD to begin the lengthy and unending "Local, State and Federal Incident Reports".

I was up at 4:15am to water and feed Jenny, much as I do for Murphy back at home, turned-off the cellphone and plugged it into its charging cord and turned-up the heat to 78°F. Then, I went back to bed for a couple more hours of sleep and dreams.

The alarm went-off at 07:15hrs (7:15am) and after splashing some cold well water on my face, grabbing my Turkish Bathrobe to keep warm, I made breakfast: Fresh-Squeezed OJ, fried Pancetta (Italian Bacon; best you've ever eaten!), Sunnyside-up Eggs, Grits w/ Butter & Sea Salt, Buttered Toast and 3 mugs of French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee. At only 33°F outside, I built a roaring fire, and after it'd died-down a tad-bit, lifted a 3ft log onto it, so it'd burn all-day. There was frost again in the meadow, and on my Jeep's roof and windows. Winter's not far off.

After thoroughly-cleaning and oiling the AR-10, and the magazines plus their reassembly, I turned-on the Police Scanner to get an update on things in town, but it all seemed like "routine chatter", until I heard the final body count from yesterday, from Beth Ann, the (more amiable) Police Day Dispatcher: now there were 4 LEOs dead, 14 wounded; 79 perps dead, 26 wounded, with 106 in Federal custody (no trials; just summarily execute them, IMO). 40 LEOs and perps were still in numerous hospitals, in various medical conditions, and the count would probably/definitely change, as the next few days went by. I was saddened that 4 LEOs were dead and 14 hit, but it was a huge op and casualties were to be expected, I was reminded by 'Nam. I looked at the stitches in my left arm from one of the now-dead robber's AK-47 bullet hole, and don't remember *that* being in any so-called "count", last weekend. Just a story about a Deputy killed in-the-line-of-duty. Sad enough about Deputy Alan; I didn't need or want any "mention", thankyouverymuch. But word got around town very, very quickly that I'd been shot; it's a small town.

It was already 09:30hrs (9:30am), so I needed to get moving. I got dressed, threw a couple more pieces of split firewood on the fire for Jenny, who was curled-up and asleep on her bearskin rug, took my Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and 10 extra 11-round mags of

335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds), turned-down the heat to 70°F, locked and armed the building, and headed out to AJ's Police Station & Town Hall, to get all the paperwork from ysterday's op, overwith, so I could get back to The Cabin and then down to York. I needed to be into the Complex at 7:15am to let the contract-diggers in, to get their few remaining trees dug and tree-spade equipment out of there. They'd been there 3 weeks and rain was on it way by mid-week, and that'd be the end of digging and re-planting any trees for this year.

It was 10:00hrs (10:00am) when I pulled into Parking Space #7, and noticed that the entire lot was overflowing with unmarked State and the Fed Cruisers, plus some military vehicles, and some were even parked along the front street and on the back parking lot's lawn area. As I walked past Beth Ann, the (more amiable) Police Day-Dispatcher, she asked how I was doing, told me that my Office "was full of State, Feds and US Military" and that "the Conference Room was full of PA SP personnel, all doing paperwork". I could use one of the desks in the reception area, and she handed me a 3" thick *US GOVERNMENT/ CLASSIFIED* folder. I'd left the Beowulf in the Jeep, but had my Kimber .45cal ACP and full, official Deputy Gear on, as required. I helped myself to a medium cup of Nell's just-delivered coffee, sat down at a secretary's desk, and opened the folder. Jeeeez, I wished I hadn't eaten anything this morning. The 1st file inside was ¾ full of gory pics of the dead, many of whom I'd shot from "the crow's nest" Sniper position. Attached to each was a "rap sheet" of known crimes/arrests and suspected offenses, many pages long on each perp. In the 2nd file were the personnel who took part in the op, me included. I began filling-out "chain-of-events" sheets, "action sheets", "weaponry lists", "fire reports", "ammo expended lists" etc, and finally got to the "wrap-up sheet" before my eyes glazed-over. I needed more coffee.

Next, I was called into "my" over-crowded Office, introduced around, congratulated for my "excellent work yesterday", asked how I was "progressing" on the paperwork, and told to report to the Conference Room, where I'd be required to give filmed "testimony" and sworn-to-secrecy. After an hour of that crap, I went back to the desk and finished the paperwork, looked for Capt Clay to get the OK to leave for The Cabin. It was already 12:30hrs (12:30pm) and I was hungry, despite all the gory pictures. Nell's was delivering boxes of food and drinks, paid-for by the Feds, and I helped myself to a Bacon Cheeseburger w/ Home Fries and a bottled water. PA SP Commander McHattie came over and asked me if I'd given any more thought to taking a job with his units. I said yes, but had to close-down my 21+ year-old businss first, take some time-off to "decompress", and by then I'd be 62 and think about "something else to do until I was 80, or dropped dead first". Besides, I told him that I'd never make it through the The PA State Police Academy, trying to compete physically with men 40 years and younger, than myself. He said "that could possibly be waived", and to give him a call when I got through with all my problems. He'd seen the FoxNews-TV 43 Report (wait for it to load and click "open"), and had read the many articles on my Friday, 10/28 Closing, as well. He was sorry it happened to me. I nodded and continued eating. Then back to the paperwork. It all went back into the thick folder, and Capt Clay came over and sat on the edge of the desk. He'd been displaced from his Office, too, and was using the lunchroom table to do his mountain of paperwork. "These guys live for paperwork, don't they?", I quipped. He nodded, thanked me for coming in early to get my part done, took the folder, we shook hands and I was dismissed.

The cool air outside smelled good, compared to all the "body, coffee, cigar, cigarette and food smells" in that PD Station, those offices and the new conference room. I drove back to The Cabin, not even realizing it was mid-afternoon Sunday, 14:50hrs (2:50pm) and I'd need to get packed, loaded, feed and water Jenny, call William to take over again, and head back to York. I turned-up the heat to 78°F, restoked the fire and poured a tall glass of cold Ocean Spray® Diet Cranberry-Pomegranate Juice after taking care of Jenny, and plopped-down in a comfy chair in front of the fire to rest-up. I changed the bed linens, did a load of laundry, put the dishes and pans away, and loaded my weapons and gear into the Jeep, along with some more Summer clothes, to take back to the Condo for Winter storage. It'd be nice to sleep in my own bed again, tonight. And I'd also grab a shower and some fresh clothes when I got back, after taking care of Murphy's water and food needs. Just "another restful weekend" up here; I needed rest & sleep from it all and didn't get it

this weekend, either. Wasn't that why I "bought" this place, in the first place? Oh well, "stuff" happens.

I must have nodded-off for close to 2 hours, as it was going-on 16:30hrs (4:30pm) and already dark outside. The fire had burnt-down and William would close the flu damper tomorrow when he came to feed Jenny and do some housework, so I folded and put the dried clothes into my VietNam-Era US Army Duffel Bag, turned-down The Cabin's furnace to 70°F, checked the spotlight arrays, tested the alarm system, petted Jenny goodbye, saw that the front porch light timer was already on, armed and locked-down The Cabin, until next weekend, and headed back to York.

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