It has definitely gotten chillier here. I hope I have warm enough clothes because we are going back to his dad in Chattanooga tomorrow. Ken says we are going to take the motorcycle. Not sure that is smart with his ribs but I'm fine. His dad wants to put his truck in Ken's name. It will be a beautiful trip
through the mountains if my eyeballs are not shivering.
I have long john's and I plan to use them.
Another deputy called me yesterday. He was super nice. I told him I knew he could not say anything about a fellow worker but I was not pleased that they did not come out and at least try to get fingerprints from the inside of Ken's truck. The deputy said he could complain and the other officer did not follow procedure. My vehicle was seen
through an intersection camera at 3:00 a.m. the morning it was stolen. He thinks it was juveniles and it will show up. I sure hope he is right.
I still cannot believe I had something stolen from me considering I live on a little dead-end street where everyone knows each other.
Three of us are related. Sheesh! What is this o'l world coming to? It is sad to me.