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Part 5 - Friday Morning in Apple Grove
7:30am, Friday, October 1st. Laura, my mother Phyllis, and I drove to the Apple Grove Diner, just south of the town square. It had that 'home' feel as well as really good food, making it one of my all-time favorite places to eat. Laura's tastes in food weren't as down-home, but she indulged me.
I was wearing my light trenchcoat and Tilley hat as we went in, and you know what was in the inside pocket (yes, the red crowbar). As we came through the door, I saw what I was looking for and expecting to see: Police Officers! I had texted AGPD Police Captain (and Chief) Leanne Wisocky, and she texted back to join them at the Diner. We came up to the joined tables that seated six, and the five duly deputized agents of the Law sitting there.
"Well hey, Donny Troy!" exclaimed Sheriff Donny Hall enthusiastically, getting up from his seat at the end of the table, to my right as I approached them. We exchanged a man-hug.
I said "Everyone, you know my mother Phyllis and my wife Laura?" Deputy Sheriff Tyrone Biggs was at the left end of the table, and he got up to shake hands with Phyllis and Laura. Another black man, wearing an AGPD uniform with Corporal stripes on the sleeves had also gotten up.
Deputy Biggs said "This is Ben Watson, the AGPD's new Detective. Ben, this is the Iron Crowbar, and you'd be wise to be 'Watson' to his 'Sherlock'." Everyone laughed politely as Detective Watson shook hands with me, then Laura and my mother.
"You remember Sergeant Stegall." Sheriff Hall said. (
Author's note: 'Return to Apple Grove', Ch. 01-02
) Sergeant Stegall was on the other side of the table, to Deputy Biggs's left. He stood up and came around to shake our hands. "And of course you know Captain Wisocky." Leanne Wisocky didn't stand up, but just said hello to us.
"Don," said my mother Phyllis, "why don't you have a seat with your fellow LEOs, and Laura and I will sit over here." Without waiting for an answer, she led Laura to the smaller table next to the bigger one, a square table with four chairs. The ladies sat with their backs to the wall so that they could observe the diner as well as our table.
"Have a seat, Don." said Sheriff Hall, indicating the chair to his left, across from Leanne. I took off my trenchcoat and hung it on the back of the empty chair, then sat down. A waitress, a cute girl who looked no more than 18 years of age, came up with a cup of coffee and a glass of water.
Leanne said "Allow me to order for you, Don." To the waitress she said "Daphne, bring the 'Iron Crowbar Special' for the Iron Crowbar."
"
You're
the Iron Crowbar?" the girl squealed, her eyes wide. "Wow, I thought you were a legend! I never hoped to meet you!"
"No, I'm not a legend." I said.
Daphne took out her cellphone and said "Can I take a selfie with you?"
"Sure." I said as I extracted my red crowbar from my trenchcoat.
After Daphne snapped a selfie, Leanne said "Here, I'll take one of both of you." She did, taking one of Daphne holding one end of my crowbar at my invitation, and me holding the other.
I said "Daphne, tell everyone else that I'll take selfies with them after we've finished eating, okay?" Daphne agreed and rushed off to put in my order... and tell her coworkers the biggest news she'd had in a good long time.
The 'Iron Crowbar Special' was a huge three-egg, steak-and-cheese omelette, three strips of bacon, and three large pancakes. For a dollar more, the 'Iron Crowbar Unlimited' was the same thing, but the pancakes were as many as one could eat, there at a time. Leanne said "Apparently that's what you ordered every time you came in here in the past, so they put it on the menu."
"Just don't let my daughter Carole make the pancakes." I said, then relayed the story of how she had one time used salt instead of sugar in making the pancake dough. Everyone laughed at that.
"How
is
Carole doing?" Leanne asked.
"She's a handful, and then some." I 'lamented'. "Eight years old, going on sixteen."
"She solve any more cases?" Leanne asked.
"She's materially helped on a couple." I said. Then to change the subject, I said "Sooo, tell me about what Apple Grove and Fillmore County Law Enforcement are doing."
"Well," said Leanne, "we hired Watson away from the Wildcat School Campus Police, and promoted him to Detective already." The Corporal stripes were the AGPD designation for a Detective, I knew.
"Wildcat School. That's good." I said, fist-bumping Detective Watson, who was sitting next to me.
Sheriff Hall said "Most of our problems are either Illegal Immigration or drug trafficking. As you know, Illegal Persons have no compunction about driving drunk, and we were making a boatload of DWI arrests. We also were interdicting a lot of drugs between Veracruz and Rome, and I was working with the Federal DEA to come in and wipe Veracruz clean off the map."
Hall: "And that's when BigAgraFoods came in and struck a deal with the DEA, and pretty much forced us locals to take it. They said they'd pol
ice Veracruz and for us to stay out of there, and leave Rome to itself. We bust any DUIs or anyone we catch with drugs outside of those zones really hard, with no mercy, but we leave Veracruz to themselves."
Leanne said "We know you'd never do that, Don, but BigAgraFoods and their Big Boy cousin companies bring a lahhht of revenue into this county."
"Still, they're there, like a ticking time bomb." I said. "What does Providence Springs think of it?"