Heaven & Hell ©1995 Jerry Kott

Heaven & Hell ©1995 Jerry Kott

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

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.



JUDGEMENT DAY



Head Shot




We had, as I recall, about a 2 week notice for the actual Court House Hearing. We had gotten many notifications of continuances. Greenfield had told us to pay close attention to the transcript of the preliminary hearing because Philip Lauer would be using it in the trial. We got the transcript about 6 days from the hearing date, Dec.5, , my birthday. The year was 1995.


SNOW JOB!

SNOW JOB


We waited close to 18 months for a Court date. In the meantime, Lenny was still performing. Having never been to Court before, this was a new experience for the both of us. The Northampton County District Attorneys Office had assigned Tamara Greenfield ,the attorney representing us. In total we had two meeting in her office to discuss the case. I believe she was caustic, defensive and appeared to go out of her way to be hostile. I don't know what she billed the county for her time but the first meeting we sat there while she did a closing on the phone for a client she bitched to us about. She had complain about their lousy credit and expectations. She may have spend 5 minutes discussing the case.


Stalking

Stalking





We both felt relieved, however short lived that feeling may be, we did feel that some boundary was established. It was a late summer saturday night, it was dark out. I had our dog out for her night pee. It was actually around 10: 30 P.M.  I noticed a  White  mini Van backing down the drive at our property line. It was one of those Oldsmobile Vans, that has those unusual rear brake lights. The lights appeared to go from the bumper to the roof, very noticeable. I stood on our sidewalk, looking up the drive to the property line, trying to access the situation. I believe they saw me and stopped reversing down the drive. I called for Scott and he saw them leaving as I did.
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