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Monday, July 28, 2014

Clapper Girl (Not VD)

As I drove up the brick cobblestone which was certainly original to the era of the architecture, probably from the early 1900s, I couldn't help but to step back in time.  Tree canopies lined the property which was perfectly groomed.
I checked into my suite and was overwhelmed by its royal luxury even marveling at the original subway tiles still existent perfectly matched with the new restoration. After what seemed like an eternity of jaw dropping admiration, I went for a walkabout on the grounds. There, in front of the grand hotel, I met Rose. She was a gentle beast who loved attention and would give me a romantic carriage ride around the picturesque lands.

Rose and I were beat from the heat. It was a sharp 93 degrees with 3,000% humidity. The air was so dense, when you walked forward, you most certainly got hit by a wall. But it was perfect weather.

After exploring areas which were intriguing such as the museum, restoration efforts-past and present, and the  PGA trophy adorning the entrance, I settled in on taking photographs, and listening to the various live instrumental music offerings in the dome including notes coming from a harp, piano, quartet.
 
 

The chaise lounge provided a comfortable seating as I soaked up the grandeur of the place. Not wanting to fall into a slumber, I went to my room and retrieved a book.

I sat myself down on the veranda to read "The Skeleton Crew" ( I plan to post a review soon of "The Skeleton Crew." So far, it is a fascinating read. )and soak up the warm weather. The sun fell on my shoulder like a soothing, fuzzy blanket. Wait. That combination makes me fall asleep.
 
 

The veranda, which was truly southern in all its glory, was adorned with ferns and welcomed all visitors. It was Savannah southern. I was expecting belles to be "glitting" around the gardens being courted by gentlemen. The 40's music was faint, but transported me back in time. I was truly feeling the nostalgia at that moment.

                          
Before long, a weathered old man dressed in nice slacks, a collared plaid shirt, and sensible shoes came over to the wicker rocker next to me. He had a kind face.

"Miss, would you mind if I took this seat next to you?"

"Not at all, help yourself."

"Is that book you are reading a good one?"

"Yes. It is very interesting so far. Draws the reader right in. It's about solving cold cases."

"Hmm. I have not read it myself. My name is Soph." He stretched his hand out to shake mine.

"Soph. That's an unusual name. In fact, I have only known one. I had an Uncle Soph. I'm Kathryn. Nice to meet you."

"Your Uncle Soph must have been a good man. Mine is just part of my last name. Been a nickname since I was a kid."

"Oh. Not your first name then? I remember my Uncle Soph as a gentle giant of a man, but I was just a kid, so everyone was a giant. He used to pat me on the head. Always nice and kind."

"It must be in the name." He smiled.

I smiled back, Yep."

"Isn't the view of the woods and gardens amazing? This place used to be the buzz for socialites. Been coming here since I was a kid. My father was a doctor. Once I married Evelyn, I made it our special place. You should have seen it back then. You weren't somebody if you hadn't frequented the Springs."

"I can only imagine. It is so magnificent now."

I smiled at him and went back to reading. I couldn't decide if my magnetism for an admirer was a good thing and if I welcomed his pleasant conversation or if I was annoyed because I just wanted to be left alone to sulk in my sorrows. 

"You look very sad and your burdens looks heavy. A person's face always tells a story. Someone has broken your heart."

"Oh, you must be clairvoyant, but I am OK. Are you sure you aren't just mapping my wrinkles?" I was at my finest sarcastic moment, trying to make light of it.

His statement had taken me aback for a second and the tears welled up in my eyes. He must have really noticed I was a walking advertisement of emotions.

He patted my arm and changed the subject, "I had to come here one last time before I die. My Evelyn passed away a few years ago and my son and his wife brought me here this weekend. They are off exploring and I told them I just wanted to meander around."

 I instantly became sad, "Tell me about your times here. I would love to know what it was like in its heyday."

"Well, it was hustle and bustle. It was the place to be. Apparently, it still is. Everyone was joyous. All the stress taken away. So many activities. Relaxing. Dancing. Waltzing. Cocktails. Music. Spa treatments. Reading. Coffee on the veranda. Fanciest of foods. Croquet. Golf. Oh, the music, the laughter, the socializing. Evelyn and I loved to dance. The mineral springs were what drew Pops into this place, but it isn't what I was drawn to the most. I think it was just the whole magic of this place, you know. You name it, they had it here. It truly was and is a place of enchantment."

"Those are wonderful memories."

"Dear, would you indulge an old man with a walk around the gardens? I'm afraid I might be a little unsteady on my feet and would love your company."

"Sure, I would be honored." What could it hurt, right? Be a little sociable and crawl out from my recluse behavior? I was not in my comfort zone, but that was soon to change.

Soph extended his elbow to me and we descended the granite steps to cross the brick cobblestone toward the gardens.  
 
 

He talked about the times in the late 20's and 30's when he was a kid, living through The Great Depression, the era, the 40's, and the changes in life over time. He remembered little about the "roaring 20's" because he was so young, however, he said Pops talked about it being the best. He started to bring Evelyn in 1946 to this magical place. He was such a romantic, very interesting, and a dear, dear man. We came to the mineral bath house that had been filled in with cement. I wondered where the thermal water ended up going and if that type of diversion was a good thing. I didn't see any exploding geyser.

His love for Evelyn was like my grandfather's love for my grandmother. So precious and so rare. The kind of love I always dreamed of but never got. I was definitely born into the wrong era and such a romantic at heart.

The mineral bath house was open to visitors with historic information posted so we snooped around.

 
 
"So sad, the original bath house is no more. It looks like a great place to dance. Can't you hear the music, Kathryn?"  

 
 
I smiled and watched him as his mind went somewhere else, probably hearing 40's music, reminiscing about Evelyn. 

"Would you dance with an old man?"

"Uh. I am not a great dancer, but I guess what the heck?"
 
Of course, he picked the waltz. At least it wasn't a polka. I had a hard time keeping up with Soph and I felt quite the fumbling fool. He was more spry for his age than he led on. Or maybe it was the remnants of the mineral bath house that gave him back some youth.


After our quick twirl around the room...er...visit to the moon...( I am so out of practice with ballroom dancing), he bowed and kissed my hand, thanked me for the dance. 

We continued on throughout the grounds and he spoke of history and memories. I was drawn in like an old movie. As we went around and circled back, we approached the veranda where our journey back in time began. I saw a handsome man and lovely lady standing near the top of the stairs. As we got closer, it was apparent this was perhaps kin to Soph.

"Dad, where have you been? We have been looking all over for you."

"Kathryn, meet my son, William, and his wife, Miranda."

We exchanged pleasantries and made our way back to the rocking chairs. Soph escorted me to the exact chair I had chosen to read my book and relax earlier. His family made small talk and then found their exit move, talking about dinner reservations which were pending.

As he shook my hand, he kissed me on the forehead and stated, "Kathryn, thank you for making my last memory of this place such a delight. You are a marvelous and lovely young lady and I am sure your father is very protective of you. I am sorry you have a heavy heart and I hope you find some peace. God bless. Jazz from 9-midnight in the big fireplace room. I hope you come."

I thanked him and told him I was the one whom would cherish his visit. As he walked away with his family, I couldn't help but think about his memories, his romantic heart, and his Evelyn.

 

Maybe God sent me an angel that day to uplift my spirits. It was a "delight" to spend time with him as Soph would have said.

I sat there for a moment thinking of the history and imagining the carriages moved by Rose lining up along the way, then later turning into automobiles passing by as times got faster. Clapper girls. Socialites. It was all very magical.  

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Fargo's Ladder

Homeowner Crisis #4590-2985

There is no wind here where we dwell in the near south. Only the tornado days which are few. Then, that still is pretty lame so far. Not that I want to see real wind, but I know Wyoming wind. It is so green and lush this year and we are enjoying a Hawaiian summer. Until today. Tonight was still, hot-90 ish-and about 4,000% humidity. Great day to paint the outside of t...he Harry Potter House. Or so I thought. Lessons learned:

1) Ladders are dumb.
2) Landings are dumber.
3) The fall is actually humorous. When you lay on the ground after falling several feet-say 20ish or so-the air is thin and the sky becomes hazy. Your back feels like a 2 x 4-or perhaps that is the slab of concrete you fell on the first time and you become stiff from the landing.
4) By the third fall, you curse your father for telling you to get on that horse again.
5) Tree frogs are awesome. I love them. They were mocking me. Bastahds.
6) Miscanthus grass is great to land on. It was like a poofy fireman's victim catcher thingy.
 7) My paint job looks awesome from below sea level. I wish I had landed in the sea.
 8) No neighbors came to my rescue. Damn Lord Farquaad.

I'm going to my porch to drink my water because all my stalker neighbors are out of town. Hallelujah!

Friday, July 18, 2014

Bathroom Encounters of a College Kind

Those of you who do not follow The Boogie Man Is My Friend on Facebook might have missed out on today's fiasco in the ladies' bathroom. I thought I would share. You are welcome.

WORK BATHROOM EPISODE #29

It’s been a long time since I have been in a public women’s restroom with a mother who brings in their toddler son. I don’t know why, but I just can’t get used to these incidents and they make me uncomfortable. OH. I.KNOW.WHY. Because of things like today…that’s why!

I am in my stall minding my own bitness when the mother goes to the stall on my left and the toddler boy, named Braden, goes to the stall on my right. His feet are facing me and over the “plane” of my stall wall.

Somewhat annoyed and keeping my eye for a head to pop out underneath, I try to do my bitness. Mind you, I have now lost my concentration. He had tan work boots on in toddler size which were cute, but alarming to look at as they faced me.

MOM: BRADEN, are you alright?

(clearly no concern of my wellness)

BRADEN: Yep, mom.

MOM: BRADEN, do you need help?

BRADEN: No. I just can’t see what this lady next to me is doing.

MOM: BRADEN! Go to the bathroom. Sorry, ma’am.

ME: No worries. [more uncomfortable as I am having a bathroom conversation while sitting on my laurels with complete strangers and the boots are still facing me]

I finished my bitness and was washing my hands when I heard:

MOM: BRADEN! Did you go?

BRADEN: Yes.

MOM: Do you need help with your pants?

BRADEN: No. I didn’t even pull them down.

I exited quickly.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Those Dabgum Bloomers

Let's talk about Bloomberg. He is funding a campaign, Everytown for Gun Safety,  to take the NRA down. Not only that, he is not the Mayor of New York anymore, so he has a lot of time to do so. The title of the group is deceiving because any unsuspecting fool would think-what a great cause! Blah. Is it?

KNOW WHAT YOU ARE JOINING BEFORE YOU JOIN. This is true for any organization.

According to The Huffington Post: "Bloomberg, a leading advocate for stricter gun laws, said earlier this month he would shift his tactics to bring down the NRA by combining field operations and campaign contributions. As part of that work, other anti-gun violence organizations, including Bloomberg's better-known advocacy group Mayors Against Illegal Guns, were consolidated under Everytown for Gun Safety. The group also released a report alongside the ad titled "Not Your Grandparents' NRA." The report highlights some of the more extreme pro-gun bills for which the NRA has lobbied, arguing that the association's leadership has put Americans at risk."

He says the NRA puts our nation at risk and has radicalized. First, you must ask what he means by this. Second, how so? And thirdly, if so, then why?

The report outlines the following: 

Hmmm. Notice page number 12. Caught my eye. But let's go to page number 5. Page number 4 is all opinion. Whew! So many things-shiny, shiny!
 
This report states the NRA has plans to arm felons and terrorists and have already lobbied for bills that ease gun restrictions and give felons back their access and rights to guns. In his report, he goes on that the majority of NRA members oppose firearm sales to terrorists, those particular dangerous persons on the terror watch list.  But then the report goes on to say the NRA leaders have blocked progress to ban such efforts. I'm just paraphrasing. You can read it yourself. What  makes me laugh is in the report, these words, "To this day, nothing prevents suspected terrorists from legally buying guns and explosives at federally licensed dealers or from unlicensed individuals." Well, duh. If the reports coming back to the FFL holder say nothing to ban a sale, then they can't legally do it, which means that is the fault of the GOVERNMENT, not the NRA. PLUS, do they really expect us to believe the NRA condones guns to terrorists. I mean, seriously. And we also cannot control world trade, black market deals, and street trades. But I guess the NRA is supposed to be in control of all the world's firearms, ammunition, trades, manufacturing, sales, training, blah blah blah. I think Bloomberg is actually upset at a bigger entity, but he wants to bring down the NRA because it is a problem for him getting his gun control law passed. Perhaps it is the holder of the largest purse who gets their bills passed through Congress? Who can be bought?

The report continues to say the NRA supports putting guns in bars. Now if you just took that statement at face value, you would think whiskey-tango-foxtrot.What is really going on here? Are we telling the facts, or blanketing a cause? NO> it is called skewing facts and putting the right to bear arms up for grabs. The NRA is trying to protect every one's right to bear arms, they are not advocating take your gun to the bar and get drunk. Duh. Duh is my choice of words today.

I just have to skip over the rest and move on to the one that piques my curiosity. "The NRA leadership undermines enforcement of our gun laws here at home, and promotes policies that puts police in danger." Hmmm. Where are we going here?

"In 2012, the NRA led a fight that drew national 
headlines for its audacity. Their objective was to pass 
an Indiana law that explicitly allowed Indiana residents 
to use lethal force against uniformed law enforcement 
officers.70 This statute expanded the state’s already 
controversial “Stand Your Ground” law to a 
once-unthinkable extreme.
Indiana law turns traditional self-defense doctrine on its 
head, and now allows a person to use a gun against a 
police officer if the person “reasonably believes” the 
officer is trying to enter his or her home unlawfully or 
otherwise unlawfully interfering with his or her property 
— even if the homeowner is mistaken and the officer 
was breaking no laws.71 
Law enforcement officers in Indiana were outraged. The 
president of Jeffersonville Fraternal Order of Police 
Lodge 100 warned, “Somebody is going get away with 
killing a cop because of this law.” Another Indiana 
police chief called it a “recipe for disaster” that put a 
“bounty on our heads.” In response to the group’s 
support for this dangerous law, the police chief 
terminated his NRA membership.72"

This above wall of text is directly out of the report. It also says, "The NRA’s leadership also opposes the use of technology that would help law enforcement track down gun criminals." The report references here to the technology of microstamping firearms and ammunition. Along with this, the report goes on. The conclusion of the report:

 "The leaders of today’s NRA 
put ideology and agenda over 
public safety and they take a 
no-holds barred approach to 
any dissenters, blacklisting 
any individual, organization or 
company that bucks the party 
line.103"

Shiver me timbers. All this would scare any grandparent or Joe Blow Citizen into thinking the NRA is a terrorist organization. What is Bloomberg really up to? Is he really trying to save America and promote gun control for the greater good? 

Let's add in a random little "National Treasure"...the actor Jon Voight: 

Here's what I want to know: 

1) Why can't anyone come to a common sense solution? Don't we have to have the NRA fighting hard for the right to bear arms when so many want to pull them away? And the NRA is a big advocate of proper training and use. They don't want to arm every idiot in the world. I think you should only carry if you are trained in the use of firearms, comfortable with your gun, and want to carry. If you don't want to, then don't. The NRA isn't forcing anyone to carry, they just want to protect that right. Are some of the members over the top? Well there are those in every organization.
2) Why have organizations of all kinds gone to one extreme or another? Why are there so many radicals on one side or another? Are all people, politicians, organizations, groups-going radical and leaving common sense behind and why are they fighting so far to the left or right of the bridge?
3) What do you think about all this? 


Saturday, July 12, 2014

Cross Examination

My busy weekend and list of chores came to a screeching halt when I blew one of my tires right off the rim on my lawn mower. Then...enter the rain. I focused my attention to my home and started shampooing carpets, vacuuming pets, and washing down walls. I took a picture of Bug's room and posted it on Facebook as I entered it to clean it spotless for her arrival. I stared at it. It did not inspire me, so I left. Jimmy Hoffa is still in there.

My email box is full of joy. I haven't answered any of it, so I thought while it is sprinkling outside, I would get it tackled. So here goes. Many of you Boogie Man Facebook fans and blog readers have emailed or messaged me with questions. Remember...when you ask me, I let it fly. I really feel like someone is waterboarding me. Oh, wait, it is raining outside.

1) Do you review cold cases for police agencies? Do you review them for private individuals?

Answer: Yes, I do review them for police agencies. The individuals that ask me, sometimes. It depends. If I am given all the information that the police and the families have, I am more successful in reviewing something. If one or the other is not available due to my source, it won't result in a very efficient review and I hate partials. I haven't had a request in quite a while. I do love that kind of work.

2) What have you been doing with your free time?

Answer: I have a variety of things going on, but mostly my life has slowed down quite a bit. The strangest thing is, I find painting my house is my nemesis. I hate it. I loathe it. I know it has to be done. When I do it, it is really good therapy, great exercise, and I feel good after a day's work. I paint one can a month. I'm on a very tight budget. My neighbors hate me. Maybe I should post some results soon.

I run. I am trying to cut off a bunch of weight. I really want to do the ToughMudder that is coming to Indiana next year or any Mudder nearby.

Right now I am losing my best friend, Otis, and I really am beside myself. I don't like to leave him alone when I go to work. It sucks going through a loss, again, by myself. No support. It may be weird to some, but he was with me when I fell off cliffs in searches and he pulled me up the hill. He spooned with me in motels during search and rescue training. We rode in helicopters. It's the closest to skydiving I have come.

He loved on me when I was sad. He gives my daughter joy. He stayed with me through my bad marriages. He is by my side every day. He is the only man that has never disappointed me or left me except when he dies. He is just love.

I have another book I am reading for review, The Skeleton Crew. So far, I like it! Details later.

3) When are you going to publish another book?

Answer: Soon. It is going through the first edit. I don't know how I feel about it. I really enjoyed putting together The Rookies. This one has ups and downs and as much as I have written it over and over, it isn't funny to me any more. However, it is full of humor. I guess your reviews someday will tell me how I did. It's different. It's not like the other two, but has my style.

4) Do you miss police work? Will you ever go back?

Answer: I do miss it. I always will. Not enough that I have big regrets. I miss the times I was on top of my game. Investigations. Patrol from 2009-2011. I really do miss those greater than great moments, the confession, breaking a person down (mentally), and a victorious verdict.

Yeah, Queen, I miss driving fucking fast without a seatbelt, lights, and sirens, chewing my gum, listening to Eminem, having the sergeant on speaker phone, talking to my dispatcher and units on the radio, and putting on my pink lip gloss at the same time.  I miss that screeching slide stop, and exiting the Charger full of adrenaline and walking or running with confidence and command presence to a hot call.

I miss the old people greeting me with a smile or talking  to me at the gas stations. I even miss my crazy Mini Mart clerks and my area 2 nutty citizens.

I really miss a good fight, a funny call, and camaraderie with the blue suits.  Luckily for me, they did not abandon me. I have contacts all over the US in law enforcement both currently employed and retired. It's great. After two tours, I will never say never. Now realistically, probably not. I have 6 months before my certification for Wyoming expires. Then, I would have to start over. I don't think I want to do that. Now stop telling me or sending me information about openings near you.

5) What are your future plans?

Answer: I want to teach at a college level. I would like to teach cops as well on contract trainings. I want to get my Master's Degree. I want to mold young minds. I want to become physically fit enough and money willing, to run races or do trail runs, mudders in different places. Bug is my main concern right now and I want her to grow up to be a wonderful young  lady with a bright future. I think that plan is in action and going strong right now. I want to travel the world.

6) Will you live in The Harry Potter House forever? Is it your final destination.

Answer: Only if I die in it. My future is open, but I am cautious to leave everything again and start over somewhere else. It really is the only thing that scares me. Maybe because I am not financially sound right now and a lot is going on. I have a lot of personal things to take care of and many things on my plate to get done. I do believe I am destined to live in the country in solitary confinement, and this is a vacation or Cell Block F or something.

Yes, this is actually posted to the Harry Potter House-like screwed in the precious 120 plus year old siding. Note peeling paint, thus my project.


7) Do you miss Wyoming?

Answer: Every day. I think it was the only place I really felt connected to my dad. Sometimes my heart aches. Then I remember the wind and I am OK for just a minute. Then I miss it really bad again. I need to get back there and visit some friends. I really want to live in Dubois or Buffalo. It's just a dream.

8) What about love?

Answer: Yes, it was a song by Heart. Very popular in the day. Oh, you mean in connection to me? It scares me to death and I am not very good at it. I miss a companion and doing things with someone, someone to come home to, and great, wild sex. Well, you can have sex anytime  without love or without anyone except yourself (TMI). I have never been loved nicely or for real, nor have I had anyone pay attention to me the way my dad said it should happen. I have had a tendency to attract assholes,  psychopaths, or serial killers and for some reason respond to those types. The odds are against me. But maybe there is hope. That's all I have to say about that.

9) What do you think about all the police officers deaths of recent?

Answer: I think it sucks big monkey balls. It doesn't surprise me because of the way the world is churning right now, but it ANGERS me to no end. America is a wreck. I see her getting worse before she gets better.

10) Why did you really leave the police department in 2007?

Answer: It's complicated and it is not public information.

Well, time for more work around The Harry Potter House. There are more questions in my inbox, but I will save those for another day. Sorry to those of you who still have to wait.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

What Lies Beneath

History has been a passionate interest of mine since, I don't know...ah, when I first pooped, I guess. Any kind of history is fascinating. As a police officer, criminal behavior and actions, motives, modes...all words that intrigued me and still do. The Weather Underground has been a hot spot on the news lately. I am also a big fan of Megyn Kelly...mostly because she is aggressive, smart, and able to counter her opponent. She should have been a police officer. We could have used her as an interrogator. Tonight, the second half of her story on Bill Ayers and The Weather Underground is on the boob tube. If you are interested...check it out. Although these times are in the past, I can't help but think we have some extremists out there that are uprising again for similar and different causes.

Megyn Kelly's first interview:  http://foxnewsinsider.com/2014/06/30/megyn-kelly-takes-bill-ayers-%E2%80%98you-sound-osama-bin-laden%E2%80%99

What do you think? I find it peculiar and even freakish that Ayers is a professor. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. Makes me want to sign up for a class just to poke him.