A FEW DAYS LATER......

You will notice I did not put the date or day of the week. I know what day it is and if I told you, you might find a discrepancy and not believe any of this !  As I said before, this is a true story, only the names and certain aspects have been changed to protect the innocent. I remembered the skeleton we found and I went up to the Montrose Sherrif's Station to tell my story and give them the map I had sketched.  As to be expected, I was kept for about an hour for interragation.  They were finally satisfied and thanked me for the information.  One of them mentioned a hiker went missing years ago and no evidence found and it was now a cold case file.  That being done,  I walked around Montrose.  I ran into a very strange man who had been walking around that area for years.  He was known by the kids as "Lockwasher"  and they liked to talk to him.  He was about fifty and of slight build. He wore glasses with lenses as thick as Coke bottle glass.  All he said over and over was "Yes, that is right."  He patronized one end of the valley to the other.  I did not speak to him as I knew what he would say.  I decided to go down and visit Grayson's Tune Town.  Val Grayson and his lovely wife like me alot as I spent a ton of my paper route money in there...buying records.  As he would not recognize me now, I decided to ask about the boy who came in alot named Bob. They broke into a smile and told me he was a good customer and so polite.  Good to know.  I then went into Dorsey's where I had stolen a glass vase to give to my Mother for Christmas.  I found the very same type of vase and bought it.  It was eight dollars and I paid for it.  Then, I wandered back into the store and placed the vase on the shelf where I found it.  I went up to the little hobby shop across from the Sheriff's Station and went in to visit with Mr. Gambastiani, from whom I had bought a few model planes.  Within one year, he would fall out of a fishing boat and drown...it was in the papers.  I was told by the Power that brought me back ...here...to 1952..to "Not try to change history"   That was odd, to me, as the very reason I was here was to change history regarding one little boy named Bob.   How do you tell a man he was going to die in one year, so stay out of fishing boats?  I decided to make up a story and I told him I had just returned from a fishing trip and I fell out of the boat and that I would have drowned had I not been wearing a life jacket.  I really emphasized it with expressions of terror as I recalled the event.  Maybe it would stick with him.  I strolled into Ebmeyer's Bakery as the Ebmeyers lived one door to our North on Rosemary Ave.   I remember the day when I nailed a board to their garage so I could run me radio aerial wire to it.  My Dad found out and boxed my ears and made me take it down and apologize to our neighbors.  I figured they owed it to me as they woke me up every morning about four A.M. when they started their car and backed out in order to start baking pastries.  The Ebmeyers were Mormons and my mother a Bible teacher in  a Baptist Church, and Mrs. Ebmeyer and my Mother got into an argument over what the Urim and the Thummum were in the Old Testament.  Back then, I thought they were something about sex.  Sort of a "You Urim and I'll Thummum."   I needed to get Bob back on the Jeanette follow up regarding her hint at wanting him to take her on a street car ride.  (to be continued)