Part One

Eating Today's Bread While Still Paying For Yesterday's!

PART ONE

"Oh what secrets the shadows of those tall Texas pines fall on.".............Maggie Harries

LINCOLN TO JASPER IN THRITY YEARS

What a dilemma! I need about $1,000.00 for bills by tomorrow. That catches me up until yesterday. Then, Today! Oh, my goodness! Today's very bad inflationary problems! it almost borders on a most comedic skit if it weren't so darned serious. After 102 ridiculous encounters with men pretending to be lawyers or lawyers pretending to be men, oh, what is the difference? I may lose my mind before this is over. I need to be honest. Honesty and truth do not exist anymore. They have been strangled to death in the real world. What a story this is. You won't want to miss this.

It all began when I married a genuine, warm-hearted, friendly, loving, generous, real man thirty-four years ago. He was not that kind of man then, but he is now. I only thought, then, that he was everything he is now. Well, two children, about twelve dogs, six cats, about eighteen moves, and thirty-four years later, I am totally convinced he is the most wonderful person in the world, and that is no exaggeration as you will soon see.

In 1992, we moved to a small town in East Texas, made notorious by events not far in the future. Soon, not six years hence, this area would burst into media prominence. But, in 1992, it was just a small sleepy country town, burrowed into convenient little groups (cliques, in city talk...hunting clubs, in country jargon). This East Texas town tries to maintain anonymity. The residents of fifty years or more are happy to oblige and keep silent, however, the residents of less than half of a century might blow this town's cover. They've figured out that, except for boating, fishing, the court house, hunting clubs, and BBQ, there isn't anything of substance there. Speaking of substance, what does occur at hunting club meetings? What's the agenda? Anyhow, it's the social register in small towns in East Texas.

Well, the short story is this. Of all the states with racially movitated crimes, Texas leads the way, and 90% of those were done in East Texas. Oh, what secrets the shadows of those tall Texas pines fall on. I wish I had known that before I chose that beautiful area in 1992. It did not appear at all weird racially. In Fact, it appeared just the opposite, a comfortable, harmonious, "raciality", I call it, meaning everyone seems to dwell peaceable, working and living together. What follows is a most bizarre tale, full of shocks, suprises, humor, tragedy, false accusations, compromise, weakness, cowardice, dogged determination, endurance, and an undying will to be victorious over the exposure of an evil, so evil that it gains pleasure from seeing one suffer for another's crime against humanity. It false accuses one of sin to cover for its own, even when based on lies and deceit. It is quite a tale. Follow me>>>

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