December 31, 2010 I will have completed 6 years of service to my small community as alderman on City Council. For the most part it has been business as usual, a few intra-council disagreements, but generally non-combative interactions trying to solve our problems which are common to all small cities.
Imagine my surprise when we arrived at morning worship services to have mail from a citizen in my community, addressed to me in care of my church! We are in the phone book, and our address is readily available at City Hall. My church affiliation probably was obtained from a campaign mass mailing.
The scrawling, nearly illegible envelope was troubling as its return address indicated an highly imaginary title of the sender. The return address took fully 1/3rd of the upper left hand corner of the envelope.
Inside was a rambling diatribe, not necessarily addressed AT me, but there were enough radical words for me to conclude this person is radical, mentally disturbed, perhaps demented.
After regaling about not voting for me, his/her reasoning descended into justification of saving me from unholy liars, STD satatist (may be satanists) troublesome degenerates, postal criminals, greedy crimes inspectors, unholy disgraceful liars, and cops in bosses uniforms. COP is defined as cocaine, opium prostitutes (if I read it correctly).
There are several illegible paragraphs, but it is a continuing diatribe of slanderous names. Best I can tell, he/she claims to be kidnapped by the "Holy Blessed Religious Roman Catholic Holy Sacrament Communion."
The three-holed, lined notebook page is written on both sides in large, scrawling handwriting, with many misspelled, illegible words, incomplete sentences and a few run-on sentences.
The ending, specifically invited my husband and I to correspond with him/her on "valid, unspoken opinions of various subjects."
I have forgotten how to correspond on lined or unlined notebook paper, and I will continue to forget--HA HA. Hope he/she doesn't have e-mail..........
My initial reaction is I don't need the Secret Service or other bodyguard provisions. However, I will be at our police chief's door at 9 a.m. today, Feb. 22 for reassurance. Incidentally, Feb. 22 is our 41st wedding anniversary. What a way to celebrate, but then most of our life has been anything but mundane.
Truthfully, we celebrated with a church couple Saturday night in Harrison AR at the Cadron Creek Catfish House Too. The original Cadron Creek Catfish House is in Bee Branch, AR further south on Highway 65 from this location.