The Message or Messenger

The Message or Messenger

Giving the loon next door a bone only fed his delusions. We aren't retired. He retired when he was 55 and we believe we became his obsession. A rather disturbed lad. We found shards of glass in our wading pool which were place there. Still finding nose prints on our window ( the dots that an oily nose leaves when it touches glass). We are alert but coping with an obsessive person does take up space. Even Judge McFadden had acknowledged his obsession. We were disappointed that she didn't recommend that he get some help. It appears that the consensus is that those who need help only get it when a court orders it.



Lenny's wife had asked us years ago to talk to him about getting some help . She felt that he would listen to us because he considered us his good friends. That made us feel really sad. He managed to alienate many of their friend, Mary his wife had said, because of his hostility. Anyway, I was in NYC doing a trade show . I would call Scott everyday. When I called one evening he described an experience. He had just returned from taking our dog for the walk on the path we created in our field. As he approached the entry door of our home on his return, the kitchen door, the dog made a bee line to a wounded Rat at our door step. The Rat wasn't there when he left. He said the Rat was still breathing when he discovered it. It appeared to have a broken leg and was bleeding.  As a child, our neighbors in my small home town had caged raccoons in their yard and there were always Rats running around. So I know a rat when I see one. How creepy! We never saw a Rat on our property before.We saved it on a copy of the Morning Call our local paper where it was photographed on the front page with the date showing Aug.3, 1996, giving it a time line. I said to wait until I get home . We called the Police when I got home. We have a practice of not calling the Police when alone because I believe them  be corrupt and have evidence to support that belief. When I got home and saw the now dead Rat, we called the Police. I can't find his card but he identified himself as being the officer who was involved in a case at the Magistrates office prior to our hearing with Lauer and Lenny. The first thing he said was "it doesn't look like a Rat to me". Again we weren't surprised by his response since it appears that the Lower Saucon Township Police are trained to be obstinate with us. When I asked him what he believed it was, he finally admitted that it was a Rat. He had his two way  radio thing on and he was occasionally responding to Officer Williams on the two-way. We suspected that after he left that our conversation was being broadcast for some reason. He asked how our case that he witnessed at Diane Repyneck Office went. He said he sat in the back and observed the hearing. We tried to tell him in a the most tactful manner how disappointed we were with how we believe Judge McFadden treated it and who we felt we were railroaded. That was when we could hear  Officer Williams tell him to "get out of there".  Which we thought was strange.

I believe since I have been outspoken in Outing the Hyprocrisy that I am consider a trader, a Rat among the local closet case. Quite Symbolic! 










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Hi Peter Alan!