Good Morning Ted and Jody:
Nancy’s flirtation with vertigo was over by 8:30 Sunday night. I do now know to check that she takes her preventative med more regularly. And, here I put her in the responsible adult role (unlike where I fit).
Nancy got her first massage since her hip replacement late yesterday, afternoon. She lamented that she waited too long. So, we went out to dinner in celebration (neither of us liked to decide what to cook, so we illogically think it is easier to decide what to order at a restaurant—go figure. It can’t be because we are both lazy).
I found the response to my letter writing to Congress to get their attention suggestion much less than satisfactory. Then too at the end of a month of letters to my representative receiving no response, the folks who I asked to write might be right. So, I am going to run for Congress. I am getting my committee formed. I got a treasurer yesterday and am shooting for a recording secretary today. Then the bank account (credit union, actually) and filing with the FEC. I will hit the chicken dinner circuit as soon as I have the papers filed and an account set up to receive contributions. Which will be pretty damned soon.
Westen 2018 Congress WA 03
In short, life as I know it is about to change for the worse. I do fully understand that this is an unassailable windmill. Nevertheless, it needs to be done. It even cuts into my writing time.
021 Operation Dragnet
Fiction in 1117 words by T. Edward Westen, 2017
The Duty Sargent attempted to bring Roll Call to order. “Quiet down and listen up.” He went to the front row of desks in the morning briefing room and handed the officer sitting at the first one a stack of photographs. “The last item on our agenda this morning is we have another child abduction loose in the city. These are photographs of a woman and the child she abducted. Take one ad turn the photo of the woman over and you will see some probable aliases. The kid is 4 and should respond to her real name, ‘Jessica Ann.’ 4-year-olds don’t take to new names for long.” The Duty Sergeant paused while the phots made their way around the room. “Those of you with patrols that take you near likely places for people on the move will find a package of flyers at the desk on your way out. You know who you are. Take them and distribute them. Now I don’t want you bozos to use this as an excuse to flirt with every attractive Asian woman with a little girl. Just keep your eyes open; and, be careful out there.”
At Keister’s Groceryrama and More, the manager held up a photo of Alice Beaverton and Jessica Ann and told his crew, “Check the board in the Ciddie Corrall, this lady walked off with this kid. On the off chance, she brings her here, call 911. I’ll put the photo up on the board in the Ciddie Corrall in case she stashes the kid there. Now let’s get out there and keep the customers happy.” Managers in a score of large markets around the county, in response to a fax from Child Protective Services, made similar appeals to their crews as the morning shift began.
Child Protective Services notified every licensed child care in the county by fax or email. At Paddy’s Playground and Day Care, Sandy Ultman, owner and operator, opened her morning emails as she had her first cup of coffee for the day, first of several pots of decaf, as caffeine and the number of small children she cared for did not mix, found a notice from Child Protective Services with photos attached. ‘That one looks familiar,” she thought and got up to look at the girl who stayed overnight. ‘Nope, not her.”
Ruddy Simmons, supervisor for the state’s interstate rest stop maintenance division of highways, picked up the thick package of flyers the police officer had dropped off to be tacked up on bulletin boards at the 12 rest stops in his bailiwick, looked at the notices and photographs. He held the one with Alice Beaverton and Jessica Ann up shook his head and said out loud, “Every parent’s nightmare.”
Nancy Sutherland, Executive Secretary to the City School District’s Superintendent, opened the morning mail, drop-offs, and school reports. On top was the Child Abduction Alert. She carefully put it on the scanner and sent it as a bulk fax to every school in the system along with playground supervisors and maintenance staff. She pulled it off the scanner and tacked it up on a bulletin board behind her desk. Shaking her head the thought about the little girl who was taken last year from the playground on 44th. “Some people are just sick,” she mumbled under her breath.
Emilio Perez, Captain of the Southwest Burlington Street Neighborhood Watch, opened his email. He looked at the photo and said, “Bitch.” He clicked on forward added the Neighborhood Watch group in to box and hit send. Thirty-two other Neighborhood Watch Captains in the city did the same thing. Most did not say “bitch.” Most, however, though it or something worse.
Jamie Moor, picked up the bundle of The Daily, started folding the paper when a woman walked by and asked, “Can I buy one?”
“Sure Lady a buck fifty,” Replied Jamie.
The lady handed him two singles and said, “Keep the change.”
Jamie said, “Gosh thanks lady.” If Jamie had looked at the front page when he folded the papers to put in his bicycle basket for throwing on his customer’s front porches, he might have recognized Alice Beaverton from the front-page photo. It was a good likeness. But Jamie was too busy congratulating himself on selling a single paper for twice the going rate.
Alice Beaverton’s reaction to the photo on three front page was to turn around, quickly walk the block to the parking lot, get back in the motor home and drive off. Within an hour, she and Jessica Ann were having breakfast in a state Park 40 miles east of the city.
When the photos of Alice and Jessica Ann filled the screen on Mark Kline’s television while he was having breakfast he turned the volume up. “Damn, I passed her for a driver’s license yesterday.” He pulled his cell phone out and dialed 911.
Cal Fremont tacked the Abducted Child Flyer the cop had handed him on the bulletin board in the driver’s lounge. He returned to his desk. Several of the Metro Transit Authority drivers wanderover to look at what the coordinator had poste. One of the drivers said, “He really ought to copy this and pass it out for all buses and light rail operators to have. He really ought to.”
Shelly Woods, Director of Airport Security, picked up the Abducted Child flyer from his inbox and sied, “Hey Shirly, this was on TV this morning. Lets, get copied to all personnel as well as all ticket counters and make some copies for TSA.” Handing it to he secretary he added, “They don’t put these out unless they are fresh.”
Shirley replied, “Yes, it was it the paper this morning too. I’ll see everyone has a copy before coffee break.”
At Independent City Cab Co., Marcie Daniels, took the flyer that the uniformed officer handed her and asked, “What do you want me to do with this? She pointed to her deck, and side, “I drive this.”
The uniformed officer said, “Just put it where your driver’s will see it. OK”
“That would be the inside of the men’s room door,” Marie replied.
“If that’s what it takes,” the uniformed officer replied.
“Hey Andy,” Marcie, yelled, come here I need you to do something for me.”
“Sup?” said Andy when he got her desk.
“Post this on the inside of the men’s room door, you know down about eye height,” Marcie said and handed Andy the Abducted Chile flyer the uniformed officer had given her.
Andy looked at the flyer, put it down to his side and then did a double take. He sprinted to the door and the disappearing uniform “Officer, Officer, WAIT!” He yelled.