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The phone rang at 2 a.m. this morning and it was Charlie Holman and he wanted me to come over to the police station and bail Milt Vaughn out of hock.
When I got over there, there was six of them had been riding with him. He ran his truck over the sidewalk on Market St, tearing down a guard rail, then skipped out without notifying the police.
Bill called me up at noon and said he has got permission to dig up a shell heap in Resenic [?] pasture.
Bill and I went out to Resenics and dug out one shell heap, no good, then we went over to Rocky Nook and dug into two shell heaps, no good. Then we went out to Kingston and dug into a shell heap on the edge of Jones Rover, good place for stuff, but can’t dig it.
Kids with their masks on, Halloween.
“Where law ends, tyranny begins.” Wm. Pitt