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Neighbors of old lady get concerned because nobody has seen her for a few days. So the police get called and I have to go in and
find her dead in her house. Actually, she was not dead. She was not even home; she was simply out of town visiting a sister. I
remember this otherwise unmemorable event because the old gal was a hoarder. Her specialty was clothing. Women’s clothing,
new, never worn….everywhere in the house. Stacked in piles on the counters, chairs, floors; everywhere. Clothes on racks set up
in all the rooms, and even the hallways. And every article of clothing…still had tags on it. Tens of thousands of dollars’ worth.

A sheriff’s deputy pulled over a car; a simple stop for speeding I think. The driver didn’t want to talk to the deputy and jumped
out and went into cross country mode on foot. I went to the area to help find him; we got him a quarter mile away. He was
wearing a white t shirt and after going through several acres of blackberry bushes his shirt was more purple that white. And his
bare arms were purple and bloody red from the thorns too. It was just awesome.

Two burglars broke into a church one night. Found their way to the kitchen where they made macaroni and cheese, and then
baked some brownies. Nothing else taken; just the mac n cheese and brownies. Aside from the messy kitchen they made a clean
getaway.

Business owner calls 911 to report a burglar has broken into his office. I show up and see why he’s all upset; some criminal has
cut a hole in the wall from the outside and made into the office, next to the safe. Obviously an inside job, since the burglar’s
hole was in a perfect spot between the studs, very close to the safe.