Chapter 76

January 6th, 2012

Happy New Year

It was 15:30hrs (3:30pm) and 47°F when I left my condo in East York, and hit I-83 North to the Dauphin County exit for Adam's Junction and the long road off I-83 to "The Cabin", and it was almost 15:55hrs (3:55pm) 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, very heavy frost on the grass, noticed that all the "Princeton"® American Elms (Ulmus Americana) and most other property trees were finally devoid of leaves, parked the rental car at The Cabin's front porch, disarmed the building, greeted sweet Jenny (the mixed-breed, half-frozen puppy I'd found along the road, rescued, and bought from her uncaring owners for $150), fed & watered her, unloaded my weapons and gear, turned-up the heat to 78°F, unpacked, put the food away in the Kitchen's 'fridge and pantry, locked the car, armed the building and plopped-down into a comfy LR chair to rest and unwind for a precious few minutes. I decided to not turn-on the Police Scanner, tonight; there'd be time for that over the next couple of days. It was a colder-and-now-dropping 39°F outside, up here in the mountains, according to The Cabin's Weather Station, and dry from not much rain, but there was 2-3" of snow on the ground. Good thing I had plenty of warm clothes along and many already in the Master Bedroom's dressers, closets and hall closets.

I built a nice, roaring fire, carried-in several armloads of firewood from the Firewood Stack on the Back Porch, and noticed that William, my Caretaker, had restocked the Firewood Storage Shed in the Backyard, so I was easily-good-to-go for this coming Winter. Jenny curled-up on her Kodiak Bearskin, and I stroked her. She came over and put her head on my lap, looking at me with those big, brown eyes, glad that I was back. I'd mailed William's monthly fee check, plus a nice bonus, for all his meticulous, extra work on my behalf. The gardens were cut-back, cleaned-up and ready for their "Winter Sleep". I called Capt Clay on my cellphone and left a voicemail that I was in town, but still had the flu, was dead-tired from all the "close down work" at my former Business, and needing some R&R for the next 2+ days. But if he needed me, I'd be available. I'd also called William earlier, and told him to "stand-down" until Monday morning, and enjoy the New Year's Weekend off with his family.

It suddenly occurred to me that now, since I now had an extra, complete Computer System from my Office – minue the monitor and sound components I'm swapping-out with the Condo's existing system – I could bring that up here, set-it-up and enjoy it. Nah; that's what I came up here to get away from, so I quickly dismissed that stupid idea. Besides, there was no CATV/ WiFi/ DSL or any high-speed service; just "28.4kbps dial-up" at best, out where I lived. The AJPD Police Station & Town Hall had all the high-speed amenities for their new systems, but those of us who lived 15-17 miles outside of the Adam's Junction Village, didn't get to partake in that luxury. Dish TV was it, at best, and I decided for forgo that. I did come here for the "privacy and rest", after all.

Since I'd already done my food shopping earlier today, I didn't need to go into town, and get anything. I grabbed a shower, some fresh clothes, poured a tall glass of Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice and put my feet up, as my load of laundry finished. It was getting on to 19:30hrs (7:30pm), as I folded the dried clothes, checked all the windows and doors, the front/rear spotlight arrays, did an alarm system siren/lights test, noticed that it was snowing lightly, and watched the fire die-down. After closing the flu-damper halfway, I turned-down the heat to 70°F, turned-out the inside lights and headed for bed, with my unholstered Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, and Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, on the nightstand next to me. Jenny was right behind. We slept well, and the snow continued.

I was awake at 04:15hrs (4:15am) on Saturday, just out of habit with Murphy, to water and feed Jenny, turn-up the heat to 78°F – it was chilly in The Cabin and reading 19– outside – and another 1-2" of snow had falled, obscuring my tracks from yesterday. My cellphone was off and on-charge, and after disconnecting it and turning-it-on, I had 7 messages; but after scanning the senders all could wait a couple of hours for return calls; nothing "mission critical", IMO. I made a 1-gal jug of Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ all the pulp, from ½ of the 25-lb bag of fresh Florida oranges I'd brought along from York, took some aspirin and went back to sleep for a few hours.

I have a large, backyard compost pile where all yard waste of substantial leaves and grass mowings, orange rinds and even kitchen scraps etc (except meat) go, and it gets turned 3-4x/year, by William and his JD FrontLoader/Snowplow, and re-used as a mulch on The Cabin's Gardens. Back when I had my Garden Center & Nursery Business, I had a mountainous pile, shown on my Corporate Website Pages, extolling the virtues of composting. I'm a firm believer that one can never have too much well-rotted compost.

I was back up at 07:00hrs (7am), re-watered Jenny and had several glasses of Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ all the pulp, from the 1-gal jug which I's squeezed earlier this morning, Eggs Benedict, Hash Browns/Fries, Bacon, and French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System. I did the dishes and pans and put them in the kitchen sink rack to dry. I relit the LR fire and had coffee and a smoke in the Living Room by the Hearth, watching the sun come-up, with Jenny at my side. I was full and could have easily gone back to sleep for another 2-3 hours, but I had cellphone calls to answer. Five were from Auction customers about coming-in next week to pick-up more or the last of "their stuff"; one was from Clay and one was from Dad, which I answered immediately. He and Mom were fine, but he just wanted to know if I'd be around next week so we could meet with the realtor about the upcoming property sales meeting, with the local Church, our main potential buyer. I said that I'd be back Sunday evening, and would call both him and Terry, to set-up a day, place and time. I called Capt Clay back, and wished him a Merry Christmas/ Happy New Year and asked how everything was going. "Not good", he said. Deputies Tim, Lee, Arthur, Jon and Sgt Alex and new Deputy, Jeff, all had either colds of the flu symptoms, but were working anyway. Both Police Dispatchers, Ruth and Beth Ann, weren't feeling well and New Year's Eve was in his face; could I help out tonight and tomorrow? I explained that I'd been sick since last Saturday evening and was just starting to feel better; he said that he wasn't "feeling too chipper, himself", so I said "yes". Shit, there goes my weekend R&R and some projects I wanted to do around The Cabin, before Winter sets-in. Once that's here, nothing outside gets done. I had some wild critters' tracks – bears, mountain lions and possibly a badger's – which I wanted to track in the snow, and mark the dens, for Spring avoidance, moving or killing (the least preferable). I told him that I'd gather my Police Gear and be in, within the hour. Grateful, he hung-up. Jenny looked-up at me and knew what was coming: we'd not get to spend New Year's Eve together in front of the fireplace, once again. Last year, Gabrielle was killed in an auto accident, and I spent very little time with Jenny, as I was too busy with the viewing and funeral.

I got dressed, assembled my gear and personal weapons on the empty Dining Room Table: Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID, dark, navy-blue Deputy Sheriff Baseball Cap, embroidered with "Deputy

Sheriff" on the front, and on the back above the adjustable strap, put-on my daily-carry (CCW PA-1990) Kimber® 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP, with Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, Galco® Paddle FED Holster for the 5" Kimber, and a Galco® Paddle Dual 8-Round Mag Carrier for 2 extra Premium 8-round Wilson Combat Magazines, "Jack Bauer" Satchel Bag, full of "all kinds of survival necessities", Yellow Safety Raingear, 18" English Wellington® Rubber Boots, 12" LLBean® "Maine Insulated Hunting Boots", Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the Leupold® Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T Scope, and .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the new 20-round magazines, Remy® 11-87 Semi-Automatic 12ga Shotgun with devastating Federal® 12ga .00 Buck "FliteControl®", EoTech® Red Dot Scope, Remy® 870 12ga Pump Synthetic Express Super Magnum with devastating Federal® 12ga .00 Buck (9 pellets) "FliteControl®" Shells, Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and 10 extra 11-round mags of .50cal 335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds), 16" Bowie® Knife, Pendleton Woolen Shirts, Marlboro® Gear Down Parka, and my Lined Barn Coat, just in case it warmed-up. I wet-fed Jenny, refilled her dry and water bowls, checked the windows and doors, closed the flu damper halfway, turned-down the heat to 72°F, tested the alarm system, armed the building and left in the rental car for the AJPD.

I pulled into Parking Space #7 at 07:30hrs (7:30am) and decided that I'd use one of the PD's new, state-of-the-art Police

Cruiser's, with new, state-of-the-art interior electronics, instead of this piece-of-shit rental unit. Leaving my gear in the locked rental, I went inside and said "Happy New Year" to everyone, all of whom I could tell weren't feeling well. There were some new "civilian faces" in there, helping-out with filing, sweeping and other clerical things, so I went into my Office, adjoining Capt Clay's Conference Room and spacious Office Suite. It was very quiet in the whole place. Unusually quiet. I walked through the Conference Room and into Clay's Office and there he sat, with his head-in-his-hands and a 10" pile of paperwork on his desk, sneezing. I could tell this wasn't going to be a "fun weekend", after all. He welcomed and briefed me, handed me a stack of Fed "White Papers", detailing their operations in the area for meth/coke labs, and marijuanna trafficking, and told me to spend some time with them. I told him I about my Jeep problems, rental car and that I needed an AJPD Cruiser this time; "Cruiser #15 was mine", he said, looking surprised. I left and "keyed-it-in" with Beth Ann, the Dispatcher so she'd know I was on-duty and it would register on her computer. I drew my additional Police Gear, transferred my Personal Weapons and Gear to Unit #15, and left for my 20-square block patrol area in the twice-used unit.

Deputies Tim, Lee, Arthur, Jon and Sgt Alex and new Deputy, Jeff, all had their areas covered, and with me now in place, Adam's Junction and its outer environs were fully-patrolled. The streets had been treated and salted by the AJ Public Works Crews, and were in good shape, and it looked like they'd also gotten 2-4" of snow here, on many of the homes. I loved this Village of Adam's Junction; in fact, I loved it in Winter, too. I wished I belonged here and could stay forever.

As I was cruising my assigned area for the third time, I noticed that the snow had already melted in many areas of town – it was already 39°F and climbing steadily, but it still looked and felt like Winter outside. Then, I got a "domestic disturbance" call from one of the several Franklin's B&B (Bed & Breakfast) Inn, on the corner of 6th and Poplar Streets. I hate "d-d" calls, as they're usually the most dangerous; right-up there with "unknown quantity" traffic stops at night. I parked in front, went to the door, ID'd myself, and heard the commotion upstairs. The owner and his wife let me in, I called for back-up and then I heard her scream. I ran up the stairs, swung-open the door to find the drunken hubby choking her on the bed. I pulled him off of her, spun him around, he swung at me and barely-missed, I kicked him square in the balls, and he dropped "like a 50-lb sack-of-shit on a 20-mile hike", groaning in a lump on the beautiful Oriental rug floor. She was obviously drunk too, as she came-up swinging at me. Deflecting one swing, I pushed her back down on the bed, rolled her over, and cuffed her, as I did with him. By then, both Sgt Alex and Deputy Tim had arrived, and Capt Clay wasn't far behind. She let out a string of profanity which made me *blush* – yeah, I'd heard all the words and phrases many times before, but not from a pretty, petite, rich bitch – so I cuffed her feet and his too. Capt Clay & Sgt Alex took custody of the couple, while I interviewed the Innkeeper and his wife. They'd sent their three children outside, so they wouldn't have to hear and see that crap and filth. I went out and talked to them, assuring them that their mom and dad were okay, and that everything was under control. The boy asked if he could play with my gun, and I said "NOOOOOO!"

Sgt Alex transported the two to the AJPD Jail for booking on "drunk, disorderly and assaulting a Police Officer, though neither had actually "hit" me, but according to the Law, their attempts were "assault". They'd be in Jail until Magistrate Court convenes at 8am, on Monday. What a lousy, dumbass way to spend The New Year, folks. I filled-out the clipboard's Incident Report and handed it to Clay, who gave me one of the triplicate copies back, for my file. It was almost 12:00hrs (12noon) and I asked Clay if he wanted anything from Nell's Kitchen Restaurant & Drive-In, as I was hungry and wanted to call-in an order. Instead, he wanted to go to Nell's Kitchen Lunch Counter and get something to eat, and take a break from it all. The Deputies had already called-in, or brought their lunches, so we drove to Nell's in the two Police Cruisers. It was deserted, but the liquor store's parking lot, just down the road, was packed. It was after all, New Year's Eve, and it would be a rowdy night.

We parked at Nell's, went in and were seated at the Front Lunch Counter, on the side, facing the door and booth areas. We both ordered a roast beef sandwich smothered in gravy with a side order of homefries also covered in gravy, with several cups of coffee, and one each-to-go, as it'd be a long day until our shift was over at 21:00hrs (9pm). The other Deputies had gone home to sleep, since they were doing the Night (3rd) Shift, when all TSHTF, and one or both of us would get called-in to help with the midnight chaos, carnage and arrests. Clay had a DUI Checkpoint set-up in town, manned by the new-hire Deputy, Jeff, who had the easy job, since the barricades formed a "cattle chute" automatically slowing cars down to a single lane, for him to inspect. Any other Deputy was mere minutes/seconds away, in case things got out-of-hand, but Jeff was a tough Marine, and could handle himself quite well. Clay had a lot of confidence in him. I had yet to see him perform under fire, but 3 tours in Iraq told me that he'd be just fine. Clay paid the bill, I left the 25% tip, and we left to go our respective ways, with a handshake and a "Happy new Year", in case we didn't see each other tonight. I went back to my 20-square-block residential patrol, and Clay back to the AJPD, and then he'd cruise around to all Deputies, filling-in where needed, when they came back on-shift at 6pm.

Quiet; just the way I liked it. At 15:45hrs (3:45pm), I got another "d-d" call, from a small house just-off Cedar Lane & 17th Street: "drug deal gone bad". I parked, readied my Kimber .45 Target Eclipse II.jpg, called for back-up, and went to the door. A drunk/high 19-year-old boy answered and complained that someone had taken his money for pot, and never came back with it. He said he was out of money, booze and dope for midnight. I told him to get some sleep and forget it; he's lucky the guy didn't shoot him, or worse. He slammed the door. I went back to the Cruiser and wrote-it-up. A first for me. Another call of a "211" (robbery in progress) at a local restaurant, right next to my patrol area. I responded, Code 2 (lights and no siren).

New-hire Deputy Jeff had this one already scoped-out, and had one end of Elm & 23rd Street blocked-off with his Cruiser, while I took the other end. I pulled my Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO), with the Leupold® Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T Scope, and .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) ammo in the new 20-round magazines out of its Eagle® Carrying Bag, and set-up a position on the hood of the vehicle. I could see that Jeff had the same weapon out, so I also

grabbed my Beowulf® .50cal with an EoTech® Red Dot Scope, and 10 extra 11-round mags of .50cal 335gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds), in case I'd have to go in closer for clean shots. I could see him looking through his scope at me, looking at him. Then the shooting inside started: 5 shots and lots of screaming. I took the Beowulf and 4 extra mags along, and crept along the same side, adjacent storefronts, while Jeff covered me. Both being Combat Vets, we had "the instinct" which very few others have. I got down low and peeked into the window, where I saw 22 people, including the bartender and wait staff, lined-up against the bar, held by 2 guys with sawed-off 12ga shotguns. Some had been beaten and were bloody and injured; all were cowering, afraid of what they'd do to them next. The ceiling was full of holes, as they were firing upwards and not at people. They'd both be simple and quick death shots from here, but there were customers behind them, and the massive 335gr .50cal rounds would easily penetrate 2-3 human bodies; I couldn't risk it. I needed a Plan "B".

One of the wait staff began staring at me at the window corner, and the perps quickly looked my way, just after I ducked down and backed-off into a recessed doorway in the next building, so they didn't see me. I heard another shot, presumably again into the ceiling. I quietly signaled Jeff throgh the mic, that I'd try to get around back, through the narrow alleyway, to get a cleaner shot, and he kept the front entrance well-covered. I entered through the back door into the kitchen and prep areas, just as I heard one of the Deputies coming Code 3 (lights and siren), which blew the whole element of my surprise entry. One of the perps had 4 hostages and was headed-out the back door, where they'd parked their getaway truck. I'd already punctured the 3 tires of their idling pick-up with my 16" Bowie® Knife, and that ride wasn't going anywhere. I hid behind a large cooler and let them pass and out the door. The perp stopped at the doorway, noticing the flat tires and I crept-up on him, and smashed him in the back of his head with the Beowulf's rifle butt, dropping him quietly. The 4 hostages ran into the arms of Deputy Tim, who immediately shepherded them away from the scene. Four out and safe, one perp down and maybe dead, and a whole room full of mixed company to go. Shit; now what?

I whispered to Jeff over the mic, what had happened, and by now, Capt Clay was on-the-scene, telling me to follow-through with "my plan" for freeing the rest and taking-down the other perp. Problem was: I didn't have a "plan" until I saw what was happening in the main dining room. The other 18 hostages were flat on the floor, with the bad guy kneeling-down for cover, in the midst of them. It would be an easy, but very bloody and messy shot, from the kitchen. Several of the patrons were staring at me (again), peeking around the doorway, and the bad guy noticed their stare. Just then, he swung around the sawed-off at the kitchen entrance and fired .00 Buck at me, splattering the wall and splintering the doorway 2-3ft up. I was already prone on the floor and immediately squeezed-off a round into his "centermass" vitals, and he flew-up and backward 10-15ft, for as large a man as he was. The whole room erupted in a large, "red mist" and a lot of him was splattered over the cowering customers, bar mirror, shelf glasses and other walls. People started screaming and running for the front door, and Clay and Jeff stopped them outside. I ran over to him, felt for a pulse; he was quite dead. I secured his weapon and walked to the front door. By now, Deputies Jon and Sgt Alex had arrived, Memorial Hospital's 3 Ambulances were pulling curbside to tend to the injured/wounded, and the arriving 6 EMTs began triage on the sidewalk, under the 3 trucks' multiple, side-mounted spotlights. It all looked so surreal and much worse than it actually was, with so much of the one perp's blood & guts splattered on everyone. The whole block was quickly-designated a "Crime Scene" and taped-off w/ Crime Scene Tape. Unbeknownst to me, I'd caught a .00 Buck "flyer" (errant lead pellet) grazing my right face check, and was bleeding. After I checked the dead perp, Clay and Alex escorted me outside to a medic who cleaned me up, and simply put a "3" x 3" bandage" on it, to stop the bleeding. I needed a shave. It worked. No penetration, no inside-the-cheek damage, no stitches; mercifully, just a "lucky" nick and some blood. It stung. I told them to tend to the others; that I was okay. I slumped against the wall of the building, on the sidewalk. Happy Fucking New Year, everyone. And you're welcome.

Deputy Tim was busy ID-ing the two robbers, since they had no wallets, he'd taken fingerprints and faxed them from his new, state-of-the-art Police Cruiser's Computer Scanner" to the SBI (State Bureau of Investigation) and FBI (you know who) for positive identification. The results came back quickly: Emil and Bart Grove, both with short-to-medium "Yellow Sheets" of arrests and convictions. Both went for a ride downtown to the Morgue, in bags. Cases closed, permanently.

Hells bells, it was only 18:20hrs (6:20pm) and we had another 2½-hours to go on this shift. I was ready for some sleep. Clay handed me a clipboard and I began making timeline notes, for my Incident Report. I'd make this one as short as possible, if I could. Jeff came over to see how I was doing and knelt beside me, still sitting on the sidewalk. He knew my 3rd Special Forces 101st Airborne (Green Berets) background, 37 years ago in The 'Nam, and I knew his recent Marine experience, in Iraq. We high-fived each other and smiled. "Piece of cake". Brother-in-Arms. We just "knew" what the other was thinking, so we didn't have to say it. I was beginning to really like Jeff.

I walked back to my Cruiser #15, parked at the far end of the block, emptied the Beowulf, reloaded the magazine, and put it all into its Eagle® Carrying Bag with pockets and compartments for all rifles' mags & shotguns' ammo, where I knew it would be; same for

the AR-10, which I never used tonight. Clay gave the OK to go back to my assigned area. I looked in the visor mirror: mice clean-up and bandage work, but my R/S shirt collar had blood stains on it, and might/might not be salvageable. My black wool knit tie was still clean, but disheveled and I straightened it. Ready to go. I hated that damned laptop sitting right next to me – I hate laptops; period – and it constantly talked to me, scrolled data/info on events, had a million functions which I'd not be trained for using, and all I could do was lower the pre-set volume. I perfer walkie-taklies and wireless mics; okay, so I'm a "dinosaur" when it comes to all this new technology. It took me 2-years to figure out how to program my old Nokia 6060 "Clamshell" cellphone, until AT&T bought-out Cingular, sent new phones with "instruction cards" and I could figure out all the buttons and functions. This Cruiser's electronics were way ahead of me.

My stomach was still in knots and I decided to bypass any dinner, but stopped at Nell's (10-20 "break"-5 mins) for a large coffee to keep me going until 21:00hrs (9pm). The rest of the night was relatively quiet: no incidents to respond to or write-up, but I gave a few "stern admonishments" to drunken teenagers wobbling along the sidewalks with beers-in-hand, while I confiscated the bottles, emptied them in the gutters and drove them home. No sense in making a criminal of a 16-17 year-old kid, just for having a few too many beers on New Year's Eve, if that was all they were doing. Hopefully, their parents would finish the punishment job. I pulled into the AJPD at 21:15hrs (9:15pm), told Capt Clay about the 3 kids, and he readily-agreed. I did my Incident Reports in my Office, and the relief Day Dispatcher, gruff ol' Ruth, filling-in for sickly Beth Ann, kindly brought-in some coffee, after she'd heard about the restaurant shooting incident and saw the medical patch on my cheek. I thanked her and she smiled; first time I'd seen that happen. First time for everything, I guess.

I went outside for a smoke, in the cold air, which felt good. They had the AJPD Offices' temp turned-up to 81°F, which was far too warm for me, even though I shed a jacket and a woolen shirt layer. Clay came out and sat down on the cold bench with me, and asked about whether I'd given any more thought to "working for the Feds". I said that I still didn't have an answer; my "trevails at the former-GC&N" weren't over yet and we were just entering the process of sale negotiations. He reminded me that the Feds had offered 2-3x what I was asking, but I reminded him that "they'd own me", from then on. I have to do it my way, or no way at all; certainly not theirs. He understood. We went back inside to finish paperwork and talk. I turned my stack into Clay, signed-out and left for the night. It was already 20:45hrs (10:45pm) and I was beyond tired. Besides, Jenny would be hungry and I was just starting to get my appetite back, after the shootings.

I drove to The Cabin, as flurries were coming down and pulled into the left-side carport, took my weapons/gear inside, locked the rental car, armed the building, turned-up the heat to 78°F. I fed and watered Jenny, built a small fire, and laid-out the Beowulf® .50cal on 7 sheets of newspaper, on the empty Dining Room Table, to be cleaned and oiled. I made a BLT with Fried Egg & Cheese, scooped-on some Redskin Potato Salad w/ Bacon, which I'd brought from York, and had a couple glasses of Ocean Spray® Diet Cranberry-Pomegranate Juice, while I cleaned the rifle with the appropriate Hoppe's® Premium Field Gun Cleaning Kit. I pre-treated the blood stains on my shirt's collar and put a small load of laundry through the Kenmore #9825 24" Gas Laundry Center w/ Dryer combo; it came clean, emminently new and perfectly re-usable. Other than the replacement Band-Aid® on my right face cheek, one could never tell that I came within inches of losing an eye, or worse. That done, it was almost 24:00hrs (12-midnight) and January 1st, so I decided to "stay-up and celebrate" with Jenny. I cooked-off an extra ½-lb of bacon for her, in addition to her previous dinner of Beef & Vegetables in Gravy; she went wild over it. I turned-on the Police Scanner to hear what was happening in Adam's Junction – a few drunks out but nothing major like we'd encountered earlier – re-stoked the small fire, had a smoke – NO SMOKING around any of Hoppe's® Gun Cleaning Fluids, unless you want to explode! – and relaxed with my juice drink. 28°F outside, so I turned-down the heat to 70°F, after the fire died-down. 2012 came-in with a smile, at The Cabin. Happy New Year. Time for bed.

I took a shower, got some fresh clothes, an Rx 12.5mg Ambien® CR™, and decided to sleep late on Sunday morning. I headed to bed at 01:00hrs (1am), with Jenny soon joining me, after drinking lots of water, due to the salty bacon. I heard the rain and sleet beginning, and I slept well.

I woke-up at 06:00hrs (6am), to water, re-water and feed Jenny, and went back to sleep until 09:30hrs (9:30am). Finally, I felt well enough to gather myself-up, splash some cold water on my face, get some breakfast & coffee, pack-up, make-up a list for William The Caretaker for the week, make a few calls to let Capt Clay and William know I'd be leaving by 13:00hrs (1pm), and

was heading back to York, until next weekend. It was 17°F outside and very chilly in The Cabin.

After grabbing my Turkish Bathrobe, turning-up the heat to 78°F, I made Fresh-Squeezed OJ w/ all the pulp, French Toast, the other ½-lb of Bacon (half of which I'd made for Jenny last night, for a New Year's Eve treat), a Bananna and French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee "Mother Nature's In Charge; We're Just Along For The Ride." – John D.M. Shelley II, pre-1996 (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System. I sat down at the Kitchen Table and made-up a list for William, and left it where he'd find it when he came in tomorrow/Monday morning, to begin taking care of Jenny and The Cabin again, until I returned next weekend. And I planned to, unless we got the forecasted snow storm on Friday and ice on Saturday. Snow I have no problem with, though I don't ever drive on ice. But since weather "changes by the minute", all that could and probably would change, too. Time will tell.

I began packing-up my weapons and gear for the trip back to York, as I had to open-up the Complex for a few days this week for people to come get "their Auction stuff", pick-up mail, run a bunch of errands, a dr's app't on Thursday, and myriad other crap. Pretty soon, we'll be under snow/ice and sub-freezing weather, and I won't be going down there anymore. I'll re-route all mail to Mom & Dad's home's large mailbox, beginning February 1st. That said, at 11:30hrs (11:30am), I loaded the rental car, brushed, rubbed, watered & fed Jenny one last time, turned The Cabin's furnace down to 70°F, left the water dribbling in the kitchen sink – so the pipes wouldn't freeze if we had a power outage and the generator didn't kick-on automatically – called William to let him know I was leaving until next weekend, tested the spotlight arrays and alarm system, armed the building, and left for York heading west on the long road to I-83 South.

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