Continued from July 13, 2009.....
He queried the old man as to why he needed to make all those calls. He was wearing a baseball hat tugged down over his long hair, and his view was slightly blocked as a result. He never saw it coming. The old man stood over him and said something about the “finger” his wife had directed at his sons, who he was attempting to shelter from the society he feared. He never saw it coming.
The large fist of the old man came in from the side and collided with the side of his head. He was knocked clear out of the chair and on the floor trying to figure out what happened, when the old man went crazy and started pounding on his head, ear, and chest. He went black.
He regained consciousness a few minutes later as he was being thrown down the icy concrete steps in front of the main house. He could see the old man at the top of the steps yelling at him but he could hear nothing. The door slammed and he laid there in the snow, letting the ice sooth the pounding bumps he felt enlarging on his skull.
State troopers arrived and attempted to arrest him. They could not. The old man was barricaded inside and they said they knew of him well and did not want to risk it tonight.
The next morning he took his woman down to Ann Arbor to stay with friends. He called his brother in law who had a raucous response and said he would be there in six hours. He was, and they started shooting of rounds of his 12 gauge shotgun, drinking champagne, and working up the nerve to go over to the main house. It didn’t take long fro them to be screaming at the old man to come out. He didn’t.
So after the truck was loaded, and and they were pulling away, he stopped. He walked up to the main house for one more chance. No show. He spoke out to the old man. He spoke directly to his paranoia and delusional self. He told him that “they” were after him, and when they got him they would lock him up. And his boys would join the rest of the society he despised so much.
As they drove down the long driveway he looked back up toward the house. The old man was now outside and standing defiantly on the hill. They kept going, knowing they still had a life to lead. And the old man needed to get busy running, forever running.
As they drove down the long driveway he looked back up toward the house. The old man was now outside and standing defiantly on the hill. They kept going, knowing they still had a life to lead. And the old man needed to get busy running, forever running.
