2005-05-04
EMERGENCY ON THE CLIFF FOLLOW-UP
In Philadelphia PA right now | But I want to relay an experience about the ATV Accident | As I was getting ready to leave Connecticut, I thought to take a bath before traveling | Began filling up the tub, then sauntered down to the kitchen to make a sandwich | It's my own house, I'm not expecting anything unusual, so I do this in the buff | Nothing wrong with going commando in your own house, eh?
Then, from the front of the house, Bruce calls
out, "Do you have clothes down here? Because there's a big group of police walking up to our door | I'm sure they don't want to talk to me" |
I quickly pull on a sweater that doesn't quite cover the essentials, then grab a little car blanket we keep in the house to cover our feet if it gets chilly inside [cheaper than turning up the heat] This is all I get to do just as Bruce opens the door and invites them in |
Two swarthy detectives, badges gleaming from their belts, smile and say hello | I tell 'em was just getting ready to take a bath as they ask if they could speak with me one more time about the ATV event from Sunday |
One of them, giving me a quick up-and-down glance, says "We'd like to speak with you outside if you don't mind" and smiling says " Oh... you might want to put on some pants.
A couple of the guys we're with can get pretty weird" | Then he chuckles and walks off the porch while I scramble to put on some mud boots and dungarees |
They keep me about two hours; reconnoitering the site and interviewing me for more details | When they were finished, they shook my hands and left but they never did introduce me to the "weird guys" who were with them | Some sports they are | Oh well | At least I'll be able to tell some folks that twelve policemen came to my door while I was wearing little more than a towel ...and then took me off into the woods for two hours | I'll just have to skip the details; they weren't nearly as interesting [nor perverse] as some might now imagine |
That's all for now |
In Philadelphia PA right now | But I want to relay an experience about the ATV Accident | As I was getting ready to leave Connecticut, I thought to take a bath before traveling | Began filling up the tub, then sauntered down to the kitchen to make a sandwich | It's my own house, I'm not expecting anything unusual, so I do this in the buff | Nothing wrong with going commando in your own house, eh?
Then, from the front of the house, Bruce calls
out, "Do you have clothes down here? Because there's a big group of police walking up to our door | I'm sure they don't want to talk to me" |I quickly pull on a sweater that doesn't quite cover the essentials, then grab a little car blanket we keep in the house to cover our feet if it gets chilly inside [cheaper than turning up the heat] This is all I get to do just as Bruce opens the door and invites them in |
Two swarthy detectives, badges gleaming from their belts, smile and say hello | I tell 'em was just getting ready to take a bath as they ask if they could speak with me one more time about the ATV event from Sunday |
One of them, giving me a quick up-and-down glance, says "We'd like to speak with you outside if you don't mind" and smiling says " Oh... you might want to put on some pants.
A couple of the guys we're with can get pretty weird" | Then he chuckles and walks off the porch while I scramble to put on some mud boots and dungarees |They keep me about two hours; reconnoitering the site and interviewing me for more details | When they were finished, they shook my hands and left but they never did introduce me to the "weird guys" who were with them | Some sports they are | Oh well | At least I'll be able to tell some folks that twelve policemen came to my door while I was wearing little more than a towel ...and then took me off into the woods for two hours | I'll just have to skip the details; they weren't nearly as interesting [nor perverse] as some might now imagine |
That's all for now |
DISCLAIMER: Any correlation between the pitcures posted on this entry and real-life is purely imaginary | It's in the eye [well, probably more the mind] of the beholder |
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