Happy Birthday

aging not-so gracefully

friday, december 2nd, 2011

a lot of people get depressed around Holidays and on their Birthdays, but since my Birthday (now my 62nd on December 2nd) falls in between Thanksgiving and Christmas, there's just never any time for that kind of "self-pity party". Especially not with what I'm going through, and with what's still to come.

A long-time Friend sent me a Scrabble Board, with "Happy 62nd Birthday" neatly spelled-out on one of the racks, rubber-cemented-in-place, but by the time UPS had "finished with delivering it", it was Memories, especially the good ones, are what count. For when we are ultimately gone from our all-too short stay on this earth, that's all we'll have in the endless-void-of-time: our memories of others, and the memories others have of us. loose, tossed and jumbled-in with all the other letters and pieces, and needed total reorganization. I opted to do that on a snowy, Winter evening, gluing all the pertinent pieces back in-place, but put the box away on a basement shelf, for now, as there were too many tasks ahead which had priority, if I was to move ahead with my tentative plans for a "new start in this current life".

I've slowly and grudgingly-learned to accept and live with all the new and recurring aches and pains; we certainly "don't bounce like we used to", years ago, do we? Nope. And healing any of those "maladies" now takes a tab-bit longer, even from relatively-minor strains, sprains, cuts and breaks. But that's just "life in the slower lane", I guess. It's taken me a while to get used to life in "4th gear, instead of 5th or 6th gear", and I'm working on it. But I'm still "fighting it", every step of the way. All of us have to acknowledge that fact, and deal with it, at this point-in-time. There are certainly many, many other who have it much worse than I do, right now. At least I have my good health, these past years.

Turning 40 truly-sucked; turning 50 really-sucked, and upon turning 60, I thought that I was nearing-the-end-of-the-world; but actually, none of them were. They were just "milestones" I passed and dealt with insouciance. But turning 62 today, is just another milestone, albeit a smaller one than those previous "decade leaps". After all I've done, all I've been through, I can now handle it with more finesse and a better-degree of nonchalance. It's still tough, as I know even worse times are definitely ahead of all of us, in this National RECESSION.

A Day In The Life

With Thanksgiving just past, the evil "Black Friday" shopping day upon us, and the Christmas/ New Year Holiday Season just weeks away, I decided to keep-up my "Big Mo" (momentum) in getting the GC&N Complex cleaned-out, contents auctioned-off, and sold. And then "move-on" to something else; what, I don't have a clue just yet. After "being at-the-top" for 21+ years, and now "hitting bottom", it was a breathtaking ride, but now it's over, and time to move on to other things. Again, I have no idea "what" that will be, yet.

The nasty amino acid in turkey meat, L-Tryptophan, from the Thanksgiving Turkey Dinner was "doing its job", and by 6:30pm, I was getting drowsy but needed to stay-up until at least 8pm, so I opted to re-watch a Tom Selleck DVD of "Jesse Stone: Death In Paradise", plus 4 tall glasses of Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice, to stay alert. It worked. Murphy had slept soundly all afternoon, since I fed him the T-Day white/dark meat turkey I'd brought home, so he was now wide awake and "bugging me" for water and more dinner, interrupting the movie every 15-20 minutes. I gave-in, as usual.

By 8:30pm, I decided that the day was over, I had a lot to do on Friday, and headed upstairs for some sleep.

The 4:15am alarm truly sucked, on Friday. If I'm getting-up that early, I'd rather be back-at-work, doing something useful instead of what I've been doing for the past 3-4 weeks. But the auctioneer was coming today to shoot pictures of the trucks and construction equipment for his website, and I had to get in and make sure everything started. It was 37°F, so I turned-up the Condo heat to 78°F, watered & fed Murphy, made Fresh-Squeezed OJ, Eggs Benedict, Hash Browns/Fries, Bacon for breakfast and had 3 mugs of French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee with my morning Bananna. It would be a long and busy day, and I needed the energy, full-well knowing that I wouldn't get any opportunity for lunch before my 8pm Church Meeting. The heat felt good.

I waited until 6:30 to leave, so it'd be getting light, and I could see all the "Black Friday Assholes" clogging-up the roads and shopping malls, having accidents, fights, pepper-spraying other customers, bruising and bloody brawls for video games, gunshots fired for "scarce parking spaces", a shopper dropping dead and no one cares enough to help, idiotic riots for $2 waffle-irons, and causing mayhem and chaos, in general. I truly hate this day. And the days and weeks leading-up to Christmas, since I live just ½ mile away from The Galleria Shopping Mall, which I wouldn't go near even at gunpoint, at this time of year. The roads were very busy on Friday morning; a "flowing sea" of cars, trucks and frenzied-assholes, getting "deals" on nothing-but-useless-crap, some stores starting at midnight on Thursday, but most opening at 4-5am on Friday. Setting new dollars-spent records. But isn't that what *it's all about*? Not to me it isn't, anyway.

I stopped at Sheetz® for more coffee and smokes and heard more tales of "shopping horror" from other customers in the convenience store, opened-up the gate at 7:15am, and began sorting through "scores of Alan's keys" he'd turned-in a few weeks ago, on Friday October 28th, the day he and Arthur left my employment. Plus, I have a *huge box of keys, numbering well-over 500*, dating back to 1989, for all of the original doors, locks, equipment, trucks, GHs etc ever, ever, ever used on the 20-acre Complex. Yes, I'm a "pack-rat", but I "collect keys" on huge steel rings, and have tens-of-thousands of various keys from over the many, many past years, from many, many "objects". Don't ask me why, okay?

I started cleaning more closets, shelves and cupboards out, and then had to go out and sort-out the multiple sets of keys for the 1994 Ford F-350 Heavy-Duty and 2004 Ford F450 Super-Duty Stake-Body Dumptrucks, JD-317 SkidSteer and accessories, and JD 950 Tractor, open the 2 Out-Buildings and turn-on the electricity, so that Chuck Smith from Bradley K Smith, Auctioneers (Brogue, PA), could finish taking equipment pictures which were truncated by the heavy rain and muddy Tuesday, when he shot the other buildings' contents. Alan, Dave and Jennifer stopped by to visit; it was good to see them and uplifted my sagging, depressed spirits. I had 18 new bags by 1:30pm, gave-up for the day and went home to water & feed Murphy, and take a brief rest before my 8pm Church Meeting. I wanted to fall asleep on the LR couch quickly, but decided not to; instead I'd make some 1-2 carafes of French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System, and stay awake.

I decided to pack my weapons and gear for the trip to "The Cabin", after my 8pm Church Meeting. Although I was drinking coffee as fast as I could make it, I packed 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, Pendleton Woolen Shirts, Marlboro® Gear Down Parka, Air Force Parka, Corduroy Barn Coat, Light Tan Cord Sportscoat, 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 If I didn't invent "The Virtual Cabin" to escape to when I needed it, I'd have gone remedial over a year ago, with all the burdens the lousy economy and political 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". 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 (300gr .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 50,000+ 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 – and loaded the Jeep's cargo bay, with the backseat's folded-down. I'd water and feed Murphy with plenty of bowls before I left for the meeting, so I wouldn't have to go back to the Condo, and could leave right from the meeting. I called William on his cellphone and told him to "stand down" for the weekend; he;d gotten his check and bonus, was most grateful and said The Cabin was "all prepared to-the-max". Whatever that meant. I also called Capt Clay at the AJPD, and left a voicemail for him, that I'd be coming-up tonight and would be there for "light duty", since my left arm was still sore, though the stitches were out now, and the AK-47 wound was healing-up nicely.

My Church Meeting was over at 9:30pm, Murphy had been loaded-up with plenty of water and wet/dry food, and I headed for I-83 North, to "The Cabin". Jump down to The “Virtual Cabin” – A Novella; if you please.).

I was back in York within 20 minutes, and Murphy was "all over me like a cheap suit". He was thirsty and hungry, and I quickly-fixed that situation. After unpacking, turning-up the heat to 78°F, taking a shower, making a Late Night BLT with Fried Egg and Cheese Sandwich and having a couple of glasses of Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry Juice, I listened to an "Audio Rewind/Replay" of Friday's "The Mark Levin Show", which I missed due to my Friday 8pm Church Meeting, and 2-day trip up to The Cabin. It was good to be home, once more, except that now I'd be back to the "closing down of my business" task. (((sigh))).

I watered & fed Murphy for the night, and hit-the-sack around 8:45pm.

Up at 4:15am, I took care of Murphy's needs first – don't I always? – made a light breakfast of Fresh-Squeezed OJ, Quaker Oats® Peaches & Cream Oatmeal, a Bananna and French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee. I was on the road by 6:30 – it's so nice to drive when it's just "break-of-day" – stopped at Sheetz® for a large coffee and a carton of Marlboro®s, and opened-up the Complex' front gate at 7am, picked-up the weekend's mail, and began sort-out which of the 15-18 HD Contractor's Bags to take down to Rt 24 for pick-up tomorrow. Since it's supposed to be a rainy day Tuesday, I wanted to get it completed today; I'll also take 3 lighter ones home with me this afternoon, to put-out for my Condo's Tuesday curbside pick-up, along with my other stuff. I know that my back's going to be "hurting" in the morning, and that I'll be "living on Bayer® Aspirin", all-day.

Big decision. My 10 year-old, then-$600-state-of-the-art, Made In The USA, Kodak® Easy-Share® DX3900-Zoom Digital Camera (3.1 megapixel, 6x zoom lens) is now "obsolete/ unavailable" – surprise! – and has been "replaced" with one of cheap, colorful, chink-made units, which I truly despise and don't want anything to do with. The DX3900 still takes beautiful pictures, has a workable, rechargable battery pack, charging stand, picture trasnsfer button etc, plus will take AA alkaline batteries instead of the dual-battery pack, and works just fine for my limited needs. I've more than gotten my $600 worth of use from it. I brought it home, as I will do with my Office Computer Printer and other peripherals – and WIN-7 Pro installed it quickly – after the Dec 17th auction and I eventually sell the Complex, to use at the Condo. Do I "junk" the DX3900 or keep using it until it breaks? My first instinct is to keep using it, but with the newer, cheaper-made units at 16.1 megapixels(!) and so many other features – which I'd really never use – and a mere fraction of the DX3900's $600 original price, do I spring for a new one. Nah; that only took >10 seconds to think that one through. I'm going to keep the DX3900 until it breaks/stops working, and forgo the new units. Problem/dilemma solved; decision made. I'm a "frugal" guy, but a practical person.

I emptied the Office, Bathroom and Front Counter wastecans, put new plastic bags into them, and collected last week's large garbage can bag from the Main Retail VWGH, to take home tonight. After some coffee, I started moving the very heavy, HD-Contractor's 42-mil Garbage Bags" down to the road, two-and-three-at-a-time. I made 7 trips, putting-out 18 bags, and saving the 3 lightest to take home tonight to put-out with my 1 Condo garbage bag. Dad was in and worked on cleaning-out 2 of the 3 the massive double-door filing cabinets in the back of the Retail Showroom, while I cleaned-out 3 other office supplies' filing cabinets, sorting and displaying stuff on the metal benches in the Main Retail GH. I'll take digital pics on Tuesday, when it's not so sunny and bright, and email them to the Smith Brothers (Brad & Chuck) Auctioneers, for our listing on their website. I stayed a while after Dad left at 1:30pm, and began backing-up files my Office HD to my Office's WD® "My Book" 2Tb External Drive, as I always do 2-3x/ week. I left at 3pm and went home to water & feed Murphy, grab a shower and fresh clothes after cleaning all-day, and listen to "The Mark Levin Show" from 6-9pm EST; here's a load of other links to his great 3-hour show. I checked the NWS' Weather Maps and saw the rain coming towards us from the west and the south. Tuesday would be a rainy day and I was glad that I'd already put all those bags of "stuff" out for pick-up.

My cleaning people had been in today instead of their normal Tuesday, due to the Thanksgiving Holiday, and after a shower, crawling into a new, crisply-made bed felt great. Murphy and I called it a day around 9:15pm, right after his final watering & feeding. From all the physical work of the day, it didn't take me long to fall asleep.

I heard the light rain coming down at 4am and was up as the alarm went-off at 4:15am on Tuesday, to water and feed Murphy. I turned-up the heat to 78°F to take the chill-off the Condo, logged-on and checked the NWS' Weather Maps again and saw that the heavy rains were just to our west and that we'd miss most of it; just a few showers for today. I made Fresh-Squeezed OJ, a 3-egg Frittata, fried Pancetta (Italian bacon), had a Bananna and several mugs of French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System. Murphy curled-up on a Sunroom Chair, for his morning nap. I felt like lighting a fire and curling-up on the LR couch, for the day, too. But there was still lots of work at the Complex to be done.

After stopping for more coffee, I opened-up at 7am, and found that 3 outside door lightbulbs were out, and had to change them. I dropped one of the screws which hold the glass globes in-place, and spent 20 minutes on my hands-and-kneew, with an LED Flashlight, to no avail, as the tiny screw blended-in with the crushed bluestone so well, it was impossible to find it. Dammit! The 2-of-3 screws will hold the globe in-place for now, and i'll go back out when it gets a little lighter, to look for it. Found it; third time out there! Oooo-rah!

63°F and drizzle by 8am, but that didn't stop me. Tennessee, Mississippi and Arkansas got 4-8" of snow from the storm moving our way, and the Midwest is getting hit with both ice and snow, so we're not going to "escape it" for too much longer. I only hope it holds-off until after my Saturday, Dec 17th Auction. I'd hate to have to get in here and plow the place open for hundreds of people, though Alan graciously (for $100 cash) said he'd be here "to help" me, for the day. And he's worth every cent of that, believe me.

I swept and wet-mopped-up some nasty, long-dried spills from previous Customers' soft drinks, well-hidden behind cabinets and other areas, which I found when I started moving various cabinets and front counters around. Double-yuk; no one told me when it happened, or I'd have cleaned it up, then. A spong-mop and Spic-N-Span® did the job. Several metal shelves had to come apart, be loaded in Dad's Jeep, others cleaned-out, and now finally, everything (almost) except for my Office Desk, InBox, HP Computer, Samsung 24" Widescreen Monitor & HP 1660 DeskJet Printer, 2 Linksys Routers, APC Power Back-Up Unit, APC Line Conditioner and a few upright wire bins of personal files, is ***cleaned-out***!

I have to take 10-15 more digital pics of all of the office and computer hardware supplies, now displayed in the Main Retail GH on the metal benches, and 3 custom--built front counters, plus 3-4 large metal filing cabinets, will finish-that-up tomorrow, and email them all to the Auctioneer, so he can get them up on his site, along with these existing pics which he shot, last week on the 22nd, when we signed the contract. People keep coming-by and wanting to "buy pre-Auction merchandise", since they know the Auction will drive-up the prices by 10-30%; they're looking for a "bargain right now" and I don't mind giving them one, except that I still legally have to pay the Auctioneer's commission on items sold after the signed Auction Contract Date of Nov 22nd, 2011. I don't mind that legal stipulation t all, as long as I can get rid of some of this stuff ahead-of-time. Who knows what the weather is going is be like? Snow? Ice? Both? Yuk!

I had 15-16 very heavy bags of "stuff" down at the Rt 24 entrance for pick-up, and since my "commercial rate limit is 8 bags", I waited until the garbage truck arrived, and paid the driver and his helper an extra $20 each to take all the bags. They did so, and were very happy to get the cash. And I was most happy to get rid of all those "extra bags". It had been pouring all-day and we got nearly ½" in the rain gauge at the Complex.

After finally leaving at 3:15pm, I had 2 stops to make on the way home, watered & fed Murphy, re-charged my old Kodak DX3900-Zoom Camera Lithium AA Battery-Paks for the morning – I may just try 2 AA Lithium Batteries instead of the dbl-battery pak – but I'm getting a "full-charged" icon on the camera's control menu panel, so everything looks good-to-go. I shut-down, after watering and feeding Murphy for the night, and headed upstairs at 8:30pm.

Murphy woke me at 4am, ahead of the 4:15 alarm, so I grabbed my Turkish Bathrobe, turned-up the heat to 78°F, water & fed him, made Fresh-Squeezed OJ, Cream of Wheat, Sunnyside-up Eggs, Bacon, Buttered Toast, had a Bananna and made French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee for breakfast.

Both the NWS and WGAL sites' Forecast called for a sunny but very chilly day, with a high of only 49°F instead of in the recent upper-50s and lower-60s, so I dressed accordingly. Temps are rapidly dropping over the next few weeks, and NWS is calling for snow and ice in Decemeber – imagine that! – so Winter was finally arriving after a very long and unusual "Indian Summer/Fall" period. I left at 6:30, stopped for more coffee and opened at 7:30am. One of my former employees, who has his own small landscaping business, stopped-by and bought some pre-Auction items, though I still have to pay the Auctioneers' 20% commission on them, and I did all the work. It's in The Contract; nothing I can do about it. I re-worked the Auction List in MS-Word from 3 to 8 pages, took more pics to email to Chuck at the Auctioneers, and moved more "stuff" to the now-filling-up Main Retail VWGH, for display and digital pics. The Main Retail GH was pretty forlorn and empty until a week ago, but it's now filling-up rapidly. I was in by myself today; Dad took the day off.

By 3:15pm, I'd had enough of cleaning-out desks, sweeping debris, wet-mopping floors, moving cabinets, inventorying items, pricing and changing the MS-Word document, so I quit for the day. After a day alone at the Complex, at least Murphy was glad to see me; he was watered & fed, and I worked on the final chapters of "The Virtual Cabin" for 2010, and will begin on transposing 2011's chapters tomorrow evening and on many future evenings. I was tired and decided to listen to "The Savage Nation" tonight, from 6-9pm EST, with lots of streaming links, here. I laid-out everything for the morning's breakfast, and made it until 8:15pm, with Murphy following me upstairs to bed. 4:15am would come early enough.

After a night full of weird dreams and getting-up several times during the night, sitting on the side of the bed while having a smoke, the alarm finally went-off at 4:15am, and I felt like shit complete crap. It was 29°F outside and only 70°F in the Condo, so I tured-up the heat to 78°F, grabbed my Turkish Bathrobe, watered and fed Murphy, splashed some cold water on my face to wake-up and took a handful of aspirin for my sore and aching lower back. I didn't carry too many heavy things yesterday – maybe it's the way I slept last night – but my back was hurting. The aspitin helped with 15-20 minutes.

I made Fresh-Squeezed OJ, Quaker Oats® Apples with Cinnamon, Pancakes, Bacon for breakfast, and had 4 mugs of French-Roast, Turkish-Grind Coffee (from fresh, whole beans) with my Chemex® Drip System. Murphyt was back into the kitchen for 5 more "re-waterings" from the kitchen sink and I had to lift him up to the sink – at almost 18, he can't jump that high anymore; he used to be able to, though – and that extra lifting didn't help my back pain situation, at all.

I left at 6:30, hit Sheetz® for a *large coffee" instead of my *usual medium coffee*, some smokes, and opened-up the Complex gate around 7:15am. I re-shot pics of the Main Retail GH's displays of merchandise for the Dec 17th Auction, re-worked "The List" in MS-Word and sent both to Chuck The Auctioneer, for his website's updates. Dad was in by 9:30 and had some business-related errands to run, so he left around 11:30, and I worked until 1:30pm laying-out more merchandise on the empty metal benches, and cleaning-up areas of the Main Retail Building, emptying garbage and readying another 10-12 HD-Contractor's Garbage Bags for next Tuesday's pick-up.

As I changed the wall calendars to December, I also noticed that my very rare 1978 Rolex® Stainless GMT Master #1675 Watch w/ Stainless Jubilee Bracelet, Black Onyx Face & Matching Bezel, was still on November 31st: a $7,900 timepiece – I paid $660 for it in 1978 with standard red/blue bezel, black face and stainless bracelet, but had it "highly-upgraded" – which can't tell the right date, and had to be manually-reset to December 1st? I've been doing this for so many years, so I'd forgotten all about it, and decided it "might be time" to trade-it-in on a "more modern" GMT Model II, with possibly some gold ($1,850/oz) on it. Nah; I'll stay with what I have, thankyouverymuch. Don't need or want any gold or diamonds. None.

I quit around 2pm, stopped at Weis Market in East York for a few items, and went home. My cellphone was on only 1 bar and I had to shut-it-down and recharge it for the afternoon; I forgot to do it last night. I watered & fed Murphy, took a 2-hr "nap" on the LR Couch, and finished-up this week's "Journal", plus I had all the other Journal List Pages to update with 2011's entries, to be uploaded to my Server on January 1st. The new 2012 List Page was already prepared – I had some "free time" one evening – so that was ready to be renamed and uploaded, too. Everything was ready for 2012. I still have all of 2012's "The Virtual Cabin" entries – there have to be 30-40 of them – to transpose into Volume II, on its new Website's Table of Contents, but that can be done at my leisure, over the coming weeks and months. Considering what's coming-up with Zoning Variance Hearings, an Auction, sale negotiations etc, "The Virtual Cabin" takes a backseat to it all.

I won't be pre-selling anymore merchandise until the upcoming Saturday, December 17th Auction. The rest of the work I'll be doing is simply cleaning-out business and p[ersonal stuff, boxing-up and taking home personal materials, displaying additional "stuff" on the Main Retail GH's metal benches, and adding to "The List" in MS-Word, for the Auctioneers, but NO MORE SALES! After re-reading the "fine print" in their Auction Contract, I found that we all could be sued for "false advertising", and I don't need that nasty legal crap, although they're removing the pics of sold items, and adding new ones which I've shot, of additional items.

Not snowing yet in your area? Have some fun making your own snowflakes!

I listened to "The Michael Savage Show" from 6-9pm EST; lots of links to his show, here. I made it until 8:15pm, and called it a day. Murphy and I headed upstairs for some sleep.

The “Virtual Cabin” – A Novella

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. (Please Jump Back Up To "A Day In The Life".)

TSHTF Survival

For over 2 years, I've been "stockpiling things" – some of which I won't go into detail here – for when TSHTF (The Shit Hits The Fan). And a lot of my "Journal" Readers have emailed and called me to discuss what preparations I've taken for that "coming event". Believe me, "it" IS coming. Based upon what's happening around the world and here in the US, I have a terrible, terrible *gut feeling* that TSWHTF (The Shit Will Hit The Fan), sometime in mid-2012 and into 2013.

First, Israel is preparing for war, after being attacked for years on many fronts, and not fighting back as she should have. This war will truly have "Biblical implications" around the world. The Middle East is rapidly-collapsing under the subhuman, murderous muslim/islamic riots and rule ("Arab Spring"), with world crude oil prices projected to hit $200+/bbl, or even higher into the $300-$400 range, Europe is on the verge of insolvency and collapse, no thanks in great part to Germany, teetering-and-tottering Asia and South America will quickly-follow, then comes the downfall of Canada, and The USA won't be far behind, in late 2012 and into 2013. Watch this video; be sure you're sitting-down, and don't have any food or liquid in your mouth upon which to choke.

Just Google "survival" and see what comes-up. Damned-near everything you ever wanted to know how to prepare for this for-sure-coming "hellish holocaust", some of it in easy-to-download *.PDF format. Tens-of-thousands of websites are devoted to the topic of "survival". Do the same with "You Tube", and watch the thousands of videos. This is *NOT The Phony Y2K Crappola*; this is for real. I said numerous times that Y2K was a waste of time and money to prepare for, and that came true. I'm reading that "survival stores" are reporting a huge upswing in sales and preparations, and for good reason.

I'm also one of the very, very few who "predicted a 9-11 type event", 2 years and 8 months before it happened. Read down that "Journal" entry to the "Scary Stuff" section, and it was done by the subhuman, murderous muslim/islamic shit/filth/trash, NOT the US Gov't as some morons and idiots (Alex Jones & Co), have and still claim. Need I say more?

Am I an "conspiracy alarmist" or one of those "wacko survivalists", sequestered in Montana, Utah or Wyoming? Not hardly; I'm simply in Pennsylvania, an Eagle Scout, Class of November 1962 – youngest ever in America, at 12 years old – Order Of The Arrow/ Vigil Honor, and our BSA Motto then and now, was and is, "Be Prepared". Need I say any more?

Forget the "buy gold and silver" bullshit commercials; buy "brass and lead" for your guns. They're a far, far superior investment, IMO. Ammo is truly a "fungible" item; gold & silver aren't at all. They may be "intrinsic", but they're utterly useless in a collapsing/collapsed society or world. Do the research, as I've done. 'Nuff said on that subject.

BTW, how are you stocked-up for incandescent light bulbs? Within 4 weeks, manufacturing and using 100w incandescent will become "a crime", thanks to stupid-assed, liberal moron chimp, shit-for-brains, George W Bush & Co, in 2007. You'll be forced, under penalty-of-law, to use the very expensive, dangerous and short-lived CFLs (Compact Flourescent Lightbulbs). Better stock-up NOW on 60w, 75w and 100w incandescents when you can find them!

College Sports' Speading Scandals

Did the Legendary 46-year, "Nittany Lions" Head Coach Joe Paterno from PSU (Penn State University), the winningest college coach in American History, get what he truly deserved,

based upon what he did or didn't do about the ongoing, years-long child molestation, at that once-venerable university? It isn't over, by a long shot; trust me. I'm not a PSU fan – my Dad's a Proud PSU Alumnus (B.S. Chemical Engineering) on the WWII GI Bill (Dad's enshrined in "The Court of Valor for Heroism in The 1944 Battle of The Bulge"), and so was Steffi, an employee of mind and a recent PSU B.S. Horticulture Alumnus, and both rightly-so – but I am truly saddened by all this *subhuman faggotism* coming to the fore, and ??? about it in the coming weeks, months and perhaps, years ahead.

Why does the fat, dumb slob, Paterno's do-nothing, red-haired assistant coach, Mike McQueary, who actually saw the Sandusky-sodomy taking place, still have a job, after not stopping the act and calling the police and an ambulance for the child? You ain't heard nothing about all of this homo/faggot, bullshit/crap, yet. This is a multi-state, multi-college/university, homo/faggot/pedophile ring which evaded law enforcement despite plenty of evidence in plain sight, including LEO investigations and even a number of confessions. In a few weeks, the handling of this by the authorities, and possible corruption or worse in that sickening situation at PSU, will be the real story.

Here's The Grand Jury Indictment on the pervert Jerry Sandusky. (WARNING: Very Graphic Content!)

The violent student rioting in support of Paterno, was dumb. It accomplished nothing and just made matters worse, in the long-run. Here are some pictures of the riots and damage.

There will be a significant economic impact to local businesses as well as a near-total loss of funding to the remainder of the other athletic program, in all departments, as endowments are withdrawn or stopped, many athletes transfer to other schools, and PSU's tarnished reputation stays tarnished for many years to come.

I think that firing Coach Joe Paterno was a "panicky reaction" and an attempt to localize the crimes to the venerable PSU Football Program, which is probably very unpopular with the "alternative lifestyle subhuman faggot/homos", running education here in Pennsylvania, including PSU. Coach Paterno made a mistake; he's ashamed, and said he would leave at the end of the 2011 season. Unless there's more to the Coach Paterno Story – and I know that there will be much more – he's "the fall guy" for all of this rampant collegiate faggotism. SMU got "the Sports Death Penalty" for 1 year, for a whole lot less. I get the feeling that Notre Dame's and Ohio State's "Days of Reckoning" are coming soon, as well many other NCAA universities. Voluntarily kill PSU Football, for a year, IMO.

Protect current players in consultation with the NCAA by extending eligibility or allowing transfer without penalty. Let PSU "absorb" this abhorrent mess. Let the poor idiots rioting in the streets, understand how misguided they are. Roar back in Fall of 2013. For a school that prides itself on "integrity", it could be inspirational and just what is needed to "re-group" the entire athletic program. Just the tip of the "homo/faggot-university iceberg", IMO.

BTW, does anyone know why they call it "Happy Valley" up in State College, PA?

The principle of conservatism – note the small "c" – is to conserve institutions. When those institutions fail, we should not adhere to them because they If you live long enough, you have regrets, and the ones that "nag" at you the most, are the ones where you knew you had a choice. The very same ones where you knew you could have stopped yourself; the very same ones where you looked into a mirror, and everything good inside yourself said, "Don't do this". exist. We should understand why they fail, and take appropriate action to ensure the principles of those institutions prevail. We do not defend or condemn individuals because they associate with those institutions, but we do indeed need to reform them, understanding that individuals may be further harmed by them, if they're not reformed. The Pennsylvania State University is an institution worth preserving, not for its football program, but for its dedication to the development of young men and women. If PSU would rather choose to preserve and conserve its football program at the expense of basic human morality, then let it choose to do so. It is a simple choice.

The sad thing is, the people breaking the rules are not punished. They make the penalty harsh but they punish those who have no way to police or monitor or even know what happened until after the fact. The "perps" go on to make their millions while the university and the program suffers. Here is a case where truly horrific things were happening on campus, apparently people knew but looked the other way. I think NCAA has to get involved but am glad the university is taking swift independent action. It will take decades to shake this off.

Here's "The Patriot-News" story, the paper who broke the sordid story. From what I read, it sounds like The PA State Police "swept-it-under-the-proverbial-rug", at the time. The final say on the disposition of the older case fell to Penna Centre County DA Ray Grigar, who elected not to file charges. Of course, he's no longer available for questioning on this portion of the whole matter, as he "disappeared" some years later, and was recently declared "dead".

Jeeeez, I hope this article about "Sandusky pimping-out little boys to rich donors", isn't true. If it is, "follow the money", prosecutors. It leads to a progressive-liberal-demokkkRAT homo/faggot/pedophile donor ring, numbering in the thousands, I'd bet. And a few RINOs, too. This all goes back to disgraced, ex-University President Graham Spanier.

It seems that Spanier came to Penn State with a homo/faggot agenda. In his years, Penn State has earned numerous awards from the LGBT community. Under Spanier, Penn State conducted "Sex in the Dark", "Pleasure Party", created an LGBT Division of its Student Affairs Department, Fag Pride Week, a fag fraternity and you can earn a minor in Sexuality and Gender Studies. Spanier is credited with making Penn State one of the top LGBT-friendly schools in the nation. If Spanier embraced the full homo/faggot agenda, then he embraced the concept that minors can grant sexual consent. Sickening; just absolutely sickening.

Wasn't current Pennsylvania Gov Tom Corbett (CONSERVATIVE-PA) the AG, for several years before he was elected (and I voted for him), for Governor? Wouldn't HE have known all about this subhuman-filth, homo/faggot/pedophile ring at PSU? This'll be a very interesting development when/if it comes out.

I told you this was going to impact colleges and universities, everywhere, as they're full of homo/faggot/pedophile rings operating freely because of the huge amounts of money involved from "subhuman faggot donors". This isn't just about PSU anymore; it's so widespread, it's beyond scary and angering.

Right after Penn State came The Citadel's Abuse Scandal. That has yet to completely unfold, but it will.

Now, one of Sandusky's child rape victims is a child family member. Sandusky NEEDS KILLING! Gimme the shot, please!

Okay, it's Syracuse's turn for a pedastry exposé. Bernie Fine, assistant men's basketball coach at Syracuse: homo/faggot/deviant/pervert/degenerate/scumbag, like Jerry Sandusky at PSU. This is all just beginning and will get much, much worse as the ugly facts and timeline come out in scores, if not hundreds of universities and colleges. Wait for it. Ooops,

Bernie's gone now. Good riddance, pedophile/homo/faggot/pervert scumbag!

But, of course, this isn't about the football players, fans and others, it's really about the world we live and work in. Its about power, prestige and self-preservation. And most important, its about vulnerable, innocent children being abused, and then thrown away, by men whose charge was their welfare and lives; a betrayal of our very humanity. That's what happens when football is more important than respect and concern for human life.

General Election 2012 Bullshit

80% of Americans now "see country on the wrong track". Somehow, 16% of likely American voters still believe the country is doing swell. Wrong track? The Kenyan-Village-Idiot Barry ∅bummer (COMMIE-IL) has intentionally fucked-up America. Barry ∅bummer (BIGOT-IL) is a racist, subhuman pig-fucking muslim infiltrator bent on destroying the US from within, with sharia-pigshit law, a hate-America, hate-Whitey, subversive Leninist, dirtbag, lowlife half-breed, affirmative-action, race-baiting fraud, a Chicago ghetto punk, union-thug puppet, commie-liberal-progressive-demokkkRAT, pathological liar, an inept hack, an incompetent amateur, a self-effacing poseur, and worst-of-all possibilities for America, POTUS.

Both Herman Cain (RACIST-GA) and Allen West (RACIST-FL) are SUBHUMAN, RACIST, MOTHERF•CKER FILTH! They're both members of the über-RACIST Congressional Black

Caucus/Mucous pieces-of-lowlife-scum-shit-filth! I wouldn't support or vote for either, until ***they fully-renounce that racist bunch of racists*** and publicly quit that racist crowd membership! I don't give a shit that the Racist-CBC calls them "Oreos®"; that means nothing to me! Cain and Allen West (RACIST-FL) are RACIST SCUMBAGS, and just as bad as the bigoted, commie, hate-Whitey ∅bummer (RACIST-IL)! And all are worst than the evil, murderous KKK, IMO!

Herman Cain's (RACIST-GA) harebrained, moronic, dumbass idea of a "9-9-9 tax" plan is purely idiotic; it paves the way for a *19-19-19*, *29-29-29*, *39-39-39* or worse tax in coming years. Cain's 9-9-9 plan is dogshit and will SCREW YOU and ME! Keep your $9.99 for your shitty Godfather pizzas, RINO-sambo dumb-f•cker! Crawl back in your racist-CBC hole with Allen West (RACIST-FL), and stay there!

F•ck Cain the lowlife, RINO, racist scumbag!

F•ck Cain the dirtbag, RINO, racist scumbag!

F•ck Cain the subhuman, RINO, racist scumbag!

F•ck Cain the piece-of-shit, RINO, racist scumbag!

F•ck Cain's "9-9-9 Tax Plan" the piece-of-shit, RINO, racist scumbag! Pensioners get completely f•cked; read it and do the math. So do all retirees.

Ron Paul's (KOOK-TX) a true looney-tunes nutcase, but sometimes he has some very good ideas. I say record them, implement them, and put Paul into an asylum, on Librium, where he belongs. He's nuts.

US Sen Jim "Fuck The US Military!" Imhofe (RINO-OK) is a total and complete asshole. Stay the •ck out of Uganda! Nuke Africa and all those murderous, subhuman muslim/islamic and lowlife tribal filth/trash/garbage/shit, but save the indigenous, rare animals, and later re-populate the continent with Civilized Western European People.

The GOP Establishment-endorsed Assholes – Cain, Romney, Perry, Gingrich, Paul – were at it again on a Tuesday night "debate", while the only two worth a shit – Bachmann and Santorum – went nowhere, once again. With Palin out of the race, I'm staying home and sitting on my hands. A true farce, as usual; no I didn't watch it. F•ck it all.

F•ck Cain's flipflopping: first, he'd release all terrorist at GITMO if the pig-fucking, murderous, subhuman muslim/islamic, boy-buggering faggots of al Queerda demanded it. Now he says he lied and wouldn't do it. Which is it, sambo asshole? Cain is dogshit!

And while I'm at it: F•ck Romney, Huntsman, Perry and Paul too! They're all dogshit, mainstream GOPer, lowlife RINO liars. Only Bachmann and Santorum make any Conservative Sense.

Herman Cain (PHONY-GA) is NO CONSERVATIVE! He's a racist piece-of-shit, like ∅bummer (TURD-IL), and his "9-9-9 Tax Plan" is total bullshit and will just cause more misery and poverty! An *8% Flat Tax* is the answer; *destroy the current US Tax Code*; never to be resurrected or implemented ever again.

Previously speaking of *dogshit* (yes, I was), Rick Perry's now a steaming pile of dogshit.

No Herman, you're the American Nightmare Sambo! I wouldn't give you a penny toward your election campaign – f•ck those who do – you racist CBC-son-of-a-bitch! Denounce the racist CBC filth, and I'll support you. US Rep (Lt Col) Allen West (RACIST-FL), too! Forget that; fuck West!

Hey, Hermie Cain-baby: I could give a fuck, shit, crap spit about "your greatest supporter – your wife", you racist, hate-Whitey, CBC-MoFo!

Another woman – the 4th – to accuse Hermie Cain of "sexual harassment" during his days at The National Restaurant Association? What's up, Hermie? Can't keep "it" in your pants, like Bubba Jeffy Klintoon? I'll wait for more to come out, and for the Racist Cain to *renounce the hate-Whitey CBC*, before voting in 2012. For him or anyone else.

Newt Gingrich is un-electable, Romney's a flip-flopping slimeball liberal piece-of-shit, Cain's a racist and Rick Perry is idiotic, mentally-ill dogshit. If Santorum/Bachmann are the "Conservative Ticket", I'll vote; otherwise, I'm staying home.

No, I don't believe a damned word from any of the 4 stinking, filthy whores whom criminal, corrupt, alcoholic, pedophile, child-molesting, lowlife dirtbag, liberal-demokkkRAT White Crib operative, David Axelrod, orchestrated to destroy Herman Cain with "sexual harassment claims"; they're all GOLD-DIGGERS, LIARS and SCUM! I despise Cain because he and West are both hate-Whitey, CBC-Racists!

Piece-of-white-trash-dwarf, mentally-ill Ron Paul (SHITHEAD-TX) should get one second to speak at any debates, let alone 89 seconds. He's nuts and should be put away in an asylum!

Ron Paul, aka RuPaul (DOGSHIT-TX), needs a Lithium IV-Drip, and permanent commitment to a mental asylum; he's a psycho, libertarian, nutcase kook!

Uh-oh, now there's a 5th white trash whore who says Cain had a "13-year affair with her"? Okay, I'm still waiting for *any kind of proof*, whatsoever. Where is it, bitch?

The cowardly lowlife, lib-dem-c•cksucking dirtbag, US Rep and House Speaker John "The Boner" Boehner (DOUCHEBAG-OH) and "other" motherf•cking sons-and-daughters-of-bitches GOP/RINO appropriators are turning their attention away from Conservative Republicans who want to cut spending more and are insisting on a host of social riders in the spending bills, such as *defunding health care reform*, *slashing funding for the Environmental Protection Agency and National Labor Relations Board*, *eliminating aid for Pakistan and abortion*. Those subhuman RINO shit-scumbags MUST BE VOTED OUT OF OFFICE IN NOV 2012, if we are to get America back! If we allow them to continue to be lib-dem-RINOs, then Our America, as "we knew it", is totally DEAD! They're gutless GOP-RINO asshole filth! F•CK the CR (continuing resolution): SHUT DOWN THE GOVERNMENT!

I spit/piss/shit on US Rep Allen West (RACIST-FL) and anyone who votes for that CBC-allied RACIST! C'mon West: denounce the CBC, quit that RACIST FILTH, and I'll reconsider supporting you. Until then, you're just a RACIST MORON! F•ck you, West!

Things Which Make Your Head Explode

A security guard does his job, and is fired for it by the shithole Safeway Food Supermarket Company? Total bullshit, Safeway, you assholes! You suck, Safeway!

Whoopi Goldberg, another dirtbag liberal, unfunny, lying, filth-mouthed sambette bitch, squirted-out her mammy's hole as Caryn Elaine "Wanda-Sharmaine-Jazmine" Johnson, said about US Rep Michelle Bachmann: "Bonehead Bachmann Is Not Presidential Material"? Goldberg's just a 4th-rate, talentless, subhuman lowlife, dumbass BITCH CUNT (Can't Understand Normal Talk)! IMO. A horny zebra wouldn't f•ck that ugly, smelly, filthy, dirty, skank-assed slut.

If this anti-Fourth Amendment bullshit happens here, all hell will break loose in America. If true, this bullshit negates The Posse Comitatus Act. Mark my words that CW-II will immediately follow its implementation, after the first American is imprisoned without benefit of the Fourth Amendment of The US Constitution.

Good riddance, rot in Hell, and I truly hope you die-painfully-and-slow from AIDS or worse, criminal and corrupt US Rep Bwarney Fwank (FAGGOT-MA), fat lardass, farting-on-TV, lisping/faggot/homo/pedophile/deviant/pervert, who's leaving the US Congress after 30-too-many-years f•cking America! Your corruption in Fannie Mae and criminality, along with US Sen Chrissy Dodd (CRIMINAL-CT) and US Sen Up-Chuck Schumer (CRIMINAL-NY), MUST be investigated, prosecuted and imprisoned/executed, IMO. Ha; fat-assed chance, as long as the lowlife, subhuman dirtbag, progressive-liberal-demokkkRATs control the US Senate and The White Crib!

Here's reason #2 why Oakland (CA) should be wiped-off the face-of-the-earth. Reason #1 is that's it's a crime-riddled, horridly, incompetent-liberal-run shithole. IMO.

YES, do-away with "wrap-rage" packaging, Wal-Mart and Amazone, and especilly those statically-charged, "plastic peanuts" which get all-over everything when taking an item from its box, dammit! I hate having to deal with that shit when opening boxes and packing material!

I told you once before: FACEBOOK IS CRIMINAL, LOWLIFE, STINKING DOGSHIT - GET OFF OF IT! Erase all of your information and CLOSE YOUR ACCOUNT!

With 31% of American Airlines' operating costs being corrupt and criminal union pensions, perks and benefits, AA has filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy. Good. Let the union goons and thugs go to hell! They're all scum.

Speaking of union goons, thugs and scum, they f•cked-up Boeing at a new $750 million Boeing plant in South Carolina, a "right-to-work state" where the company opened a new production line for its 787 airplane. Unions are corrupt, criminal trash and should be outlawed, disbanded and their executives summarily-executed, IMO.

Some People Just Need Killing

It's not my intention to be the judge here — that's God's "job" — but rather to "hasten the meeting" so that He can send the following subhuman filth to the "Fires of Hell", "River or Lake of Sulphur", or whatever He deems appropriate. I'd gladly/happily volunteer, at no cost to any of my Hard-Working, Fellow US Taxpayers, to gladly/gleefully/happily headshoot these murderous, lowlife dirtbags of all stripes — their skin-color doesn't matter to me, at all — "Whosoever shall shed man's blood, his blood shall be shed: for man was made to the image of God." – Genesis 9:6 and rid American Society's innocents (especially our precious children and the frail, defenseless elderly) of them, once-and-for-all. And yes, I'd rather see one innocent man convicted and executed, than 10 murderers/robbers/child rapists-murderers freed, to rob, rape and murder again. Hey; call me an "Old Fashioned Conservative"! Too harsh? Nah. Just & RIGHT!

Society's innocents — our precious, defenseless children and the frail, defenseless elderly — must be protected from predators, murderers, rapists, robbers and other subhuman filth, at all times and at any cost, IMO.

Yes, I agree with the premise of this article, that "the death penalty is a Noahic Covenant with God, in a post-flood world", and America should apply it everyday to those deserving death for their crimes against society and its innocents.

The 6th Commandment says: "Thou Shalt Not Murder". It does NOT say, "Thou Shalt Not Kill." I personally don't consider any summary-execution (except by subhuman, murderous muslim/islamic pigshit), as murder, in any way, shape or form. It's Due-Justice-For-Crimes-On-This-Earth, IMO.

Gosh, I just love a "happy ending": either when a murderer dies from execution or is killed/dies in his own cell. Subhuman, murderous, piece-of-lowlife-shit, David Leslie Murtishaw, 54, got what was well-deserved and truly coming to him. I hope he died in a lot of pain and it took a long and agonizing time to die. Now, he can rot in Hell and cook in the Burning Lake of Sulfur, after he answers to God, for for the 1978 murder of three USC film students. Too bad it took so long for him to die (1978), but I sure hope he suffered greatly. What a waste of hard-earned Taxpayers' money keeping that subhuman filth alive, all these years, IMO.

Hey, George Michael, you subhuman homor/faggot/pervert/pedophile: DIE from pnuemonia AIDS, your talentless, worthless cocksucking asshole! Good riddance, burn and rot in Hell!

Gosh, I always love a "happy ending" to any story.

And another "happy ending", yet!

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