The Little Cuties

I sat on a bench in the small town where I came to interview.  It was exactly halfway between my home town and my current home.  I had been through such a hard time and was still going through something too incredibly weird for anyone to understand.   I had hoped it worked out. I sat on that little bench right across from the Small Town Bank.

I had little or no money,  barely enough gas to get there and back for the interview.  I did pack a delicious little lunch.  It consisted of three little cuties,  a peanut butter sandwich, and a water bottle frozen to stay cool as it melted.

As I sat there he walked by.  I smiled politely.  He had a grizzly smile that reminded me of a little song my daughter used to listen to about teeth just like a wolf.  As he walked by there was an older vehicle that had been pimped as they now call it.  You know, the fancy paint job, woofer speakers and custom rims.  Long and sleek, maybe an old Ltd?They kept riding around the block really slow.  Of course the fellow would look up at him almost nervously as he continues to stroll by.  

Each time the car passed by,  I halfway expected them to whip out a machine gun or something else.  The pedestrian was carrying an energy drink, high in caffeine.  I looked down at my lunch and I looked at him and I said that has a lot of caffeine,  you're going to dehydrate.  Would you like to eat a little cutie?  I couldn't tell if he was trying to walk away from the car that was riding by or if they were like trying to circle around me or if the car was actually checking everything out.  Anyway he took the tangerine, and thanked me. 

I told him to be careful and have a good day.  He waved and said thank you now.  The vehicle then left and I didn't see them again.  Somebody there had actually used an old account and addresses from my daughter or first husband.  They were actually trying to mix The Darden House and library.  That's how they did it.   They went to the libraries.  You can use your Pines card anywhere in Georgia.  South Carolina is a little different.   You have to stay within your county.  It used to be easier to steal and use a library card.  Damon had one for a Brandi somebody.....

It was kind of scary but something creepy was going on.  Somebody there had been listening for a very long time and I knew it was like gang related or some kind of  criminal.  They also have Don's Sunshine House there.  I loved that little thrift store.  Occasionally when I drove through I would leave a small item there as a donation.  I loved that town and I dreamed about Damon and I starting over there as it was where we used to meet each other halfway.  I wanted a simple life for us.  It would have been less physical work to have opened a little paint store or something.  Our own little business.  We ate at the old Magnolia House Restaurant many years ago now.  We went to the AH Stephens museum and signed in with our home addresses and phone numbers.  Why not, right?  We also went to see Leonoid lights in November.  The dark sky with brilliant streaks of light was beautiful looking up from a big empty field.

All of that seems like so long ago.  It was actually scary because somebody hacked me and nobody believed that I could actually hear bits and pieces.  I have this thing for really old pictures and was trying to put together parts from a family tree, so I did like a scavenger hunt thing.  It's one of the things I did when they hacked all of our genealogy.  We would go to the thrift store and try to pick out an item that reminded us of a specific person.  I had picked up a small pack of WW2 naval photos from Meeks and his buddies and an old friend.  Curiously on the back was stamped Hawthorne Pharmacy Columbia South Carolina.  Go figure.  I bought them from Miss Merck and Joanne at the Summit Chase from an estate sale acquisition.  That was actually in Byron, GA.  

Do you ever wonder why you do something,  like you just feel so compelled to do something? Drive a different way, or look up something random, or go somewhere on a whim?  I had a client that was also a wise dear friend.  He said when that gut feeling kicks in,  quietly listen to it.  It will lead you to what you need to know for certain.  Like the person from Milledgeville hospital that was somehow tied to the young girl that went missing and wrote her name on a dollar bill with a message.  Curiously I ran across some of the artwork there also.  They have this dollar bill tracker app where you could put the serial number in and track your dollar around but it seems it was also used for identity theft and fraud.  I'm not surprised.  Biggs.  The name was Mikelle Biggs, like the artwork at Summit Chase.  Of course they tried to mix it with some other article about some Russian person named Mikelle.  It was odd.  It was like somebody was hacking me and then toying with me and I thought if they knew something horrible was going to happen they're just as sick as the people doing it for not telling.