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A little later, Michal came over for lunch. Sherry was away, and I was cooking a nice Sunday brunch for of us guys. Bacon and eggs, hash browns, toast, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Plus fresh brewed coffee. Michael says, "Look at this wierd note I found next door."
After brunch we walk back to Michael's house. We are wondering if this is something that we should report to the police. The notes don't make any threats, except to the writer, but they are obviously the work of a deranged person. It's a bit creepy to think of someone like this walking around our neighborhood, distributing literature.
One of Michael's neighbors is a police officer. He has two young sons that Cian sometimes visits and plays with. They were out on their driveway washing a car (playing with a hose) as we returned to Michael's house. We decide to talk to him and get his advice about what, if anything, we should do.
There is no threat. No crime has been committed, other than possibly littering. It's not really a matter for the police. But, still, he recommends that we report it. Let the police know about it and get it into their records.
Michael and I decide to look around and see if there are more notes. We find a couple that are duplicates of the ones we have seen. Then, in front of a house three doors down from Michael's I spot a packet. It is a small stack of notes, wrapped in plastic cling wrap and taped up.
A bit later I walk around the block that I live on, and find more notes. I found a total of six copies of the first note and ten copies of the second one. Plus another packet on the lawn of a house on my street.
I call the sheriff's nonemergency complaint number and describe the notes. The dispatcher says that she will send out a deputy.
I open one of the packets. It holds a stack of notes, most with only a small amount of text, and one full page wrapped around a DVD.
Here are the notes. These are scanned images of the actual notes.
Here is the full page note that was wrapped around the DVD. I have divided the full page of typing over two jpg files. Click on the images to get a more readable copy.
I take the DVD to Michael's house in order to play it. It is audio only. Rambling of the same general ilk as the writing, mixed with recorded music. A female singer. Evie I presume. We didn't listen to anywhere near all of it. Michael skipped forward and we just listened to a few samples. They all seemed pretty much the same. Interestingly, the speech is calm and clear. Not at all a rant.
Later, back at my house. The deputy arrives. Checks out the notes. Her reaction is what I expected. "There is nothing I can do." No crime. No threat. It is not illegal to be crazy. She did say that she would put a note into their records about it. If we actually see someone distributing these notes, give them a call. They will send out a specialist, not to arrest the guy, but to talk to him. Try to convince him to voluntarily seek treatment. I guess they see cases like this all the time, but it was a first for me.
