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8.19.2019

Pt. 2. And the Wolf, she sat in front of me and crossed her legs. I could have shot her right between the eyes.


So, it was not the kind employee of the local management Agency for the parks that had stopped several times, it was the
husband who I had met but not by name I think of the angel householder that let me use their address to receive a package. And he said but I didn't understand, that they were going to get the new wheels and would bring them. I found out later that we really had had that dialog because the body was so dead that moments later The thought was, James, did you dream that?


Well, midday they had gone and met the UPS driver and had the wheels, it was just the most joyful encounter for me. My comment about almost literally being forced from their property by their kindness, all of a sudden they were giving me everything, tools, warning reflectors fot when the vehicle is broken down, food, more food, fruit, mixed nuts, cookies, water,  did I want to stay and take a shower there…. 

The husband, toward the end, said, I really like what you're doing James.. 

This mid forties Department of Transportation employee, tattoos on his arms all over, that expressed concern that the rednecks would take me out, which I agreed with, and seem to understand my comment that that would be OK because hate will find a target and if they take me out  maybe that saved his girl friend or wife or child. 

He told me the most breathtaking story. I don't remember why it came out, but he commented how like all men in this area where he grew up He was taught to hunt which he very much enjoyed, it's where they got much of their meat. But then he said, in his magnificent yard, A Wolf approached. I sense is that he had a gun. I could have shot her right between the eyes, he said.

She approached me, and then she sat in front of me, her legs crossed. That's the last time I've shot a critter.

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