Radio silence

I kept my cell phone on all through my travels yesterday calling my fellow plaintiffs as I raced around getting last minute signatures on documents for the bond and our attorney and the bond company to make sure everything was properly arranged. I left it on and the juice must have drained pretty quickly as it searched for new signals so I could keep taking calls that never came.

I missed one call a little after noon and returned it about an hour and a half later. It was from the Trib’s Ed reporter who must have read the blog and realized I was traveling down to pick up the bond. She left her number for me to call back. I did but she did not return my call. I suspect that since I pan the Trib’s coverage so often now, she’s lost her enthusiasm for checking in with me. Can’t say as I blame her. Advantage Katie Kaufman. Katie’s the Supt’s PR person. I hear that she can no longer mention my name without her lip curling into a sneer. Too bad. When I was on the Board we used to get along well.

After a late night meal at the hot local tavern, where I spent my time staring at a mounted deer butt with two faux gold eyes on either side of the tail staring back at me, I realized the phone battery was almost dead. I made a quick call to my wife to let her know I was shutting the phone down to preserve what little juice was left. I may need to reactivate it for a call or two tomorrow.

So, if you call me today and I don’t answer its because I’m flying under the radar. To get the bond to the court house in time I need to return by 3PM. I sure hope I don’t get a flat tire.

About the author

Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:

https://duluthreader.com/contributors/h/84/284-harry-welty