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Date: Tue, 26 Dec 1995 20:49:19 -0500
Subject: wood and kids
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Advise. I'm in Montana, there is more time in each day here than
you have down there, there's fifty hours in a day here, about eight
down there, so use my time.
We went out to the woods today to take advantage of the warm
spell with clear skies and found a good cutting place up on Elk
Creek road not far from where we ran into those elk killers, there
was a guy up there cutting, you could see his crew cab blue pickup
parked at a diagonal 15% angle to the hillside.
Jonnie, Marilyn's son, 21 years old on Christmas, was walking
over the area with me, we'd parked the truck, twenty years ago
there was this tremendous burn that incinerated a quarter million
acres here and we were in that neck of the woods, then whoever
was cutting cried out to us, Hey! and we stopped and he called
back, I have more down than I can carry and you're welcome to it!
We went up to him and he introduced himself as Rick Ripley, he's
super of schools in Choteau, was super of Augusta schools for
seven years, has a ranch out at Bowman Corners beyond the
Hutterite settlement where we get our turkey and vegetables and
chickens and stuff. He had his load strapped down, big solid
barkless trees hardened by the fire, cut to 7 foot lengths, three or
four others on the ground. We went back to the truck and followed
his tracks in around from a top-of-hill approach down after he left,
loaded them on along with some other fallen dead, we'd left the
chain saw at home as this was more of a reconnaisance trip.
Tomorrow we go out in the morning and again in the afternoon.
I come into the kitchen this morning from the office here and
Marilyn's on the phone there at the doorway to the kitchen, her
eyes fixed in a way where I knew that this is a call about something
monumentally bad. It is. The mother has called with a kind of
robotic message about keeping the kids there and she'll send a
letter sometime letting us know why. Now, we'd sent them off for a
week vacation with her, she hadn't said anything about keeping
them...she's been after us to raise them and out of the cerulean
blue comes this, we have rt tickets that have no refund on them out
of Calgary, all their clothes here, all their Christmas gifts under
the tree, their school expecting them, bunnies and chickens, no
explanation, just The kids are not coming back to you and I expect
child support the first of January. Marilyn and I just looked at
each other there in the doorway. I felt gutshot. They'd finally
gotten to feel at home, to have friends, to feel like kids.
This is the big event, where I get to fight for the first time against
Medusa the Pro, see if I'm any sort of warrior. I'll talk to you
later. I'm glad I'm here in Augusta, It's where this battle for the
lives of two kids belongs. I need to tell you about the Christmas
concert and some other stuff.
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