Now that the Housekeeper has left for warmer (I presume) climes the fruit trees on the front parking strip need pruning.
Your Intrepid Reporter was busily engaged in doing just that, pruning the fruit trees [the headquarter of the Cascadia Chapter of the Pacific Green Party of Oregon is distinguished, dont you know, for having a brace of fruit-bearing trees in its parking strip] out front,
when but what to my surprise should a lovely pair of eyes
belonging to a uniformed Portland Police officer who stopped to talk
that is, Number five-zero-zero-seven-nai-yunh stopped to talk
and he said that Tom Marshall and the other boys in the Bureau
— that’s when Your Intrepid Reporter perked up what ‘s left of ears battered by cops from the Rio Grande to the Cam
when he mentioned the cop who
while arresting me, asserted he’d vote for me
and he did this in the presence of his fellow officers,
so yeah I listened to this D. McGuffey or C. McGuffey
(both forms are given on his business card, and the incompetence at every level
in these the declining days of the Time Before the Storm
means I do not know whether the cop noticed it or not)
who then said
We Dont Know What to Do With You
and he pronounced my name
Update 29 May 2016: Tom Marshall
and D or C McGuffey
are now the Michael Meo Unit of the
Portland Police Force.
That’s how they “handled” it.
Turns out T. Marshall couldn’t vote for Your Intrepid Reporter even were he honestly reporting such intent. He lives in Washington State.
As my sainted childless aunt Barbara used to say,
Once a cop, never a gentleman
that is, Never Trust the Word of a Cop.
The words out of their mouths are false
including ‘and’ and ‘the’.