Today . . . One of Ida's neighbors, Bill, has been watching the PIs for a few weeks. He was uncertain if the PIs broiling in the sun were related to my being here, so he wanted to set up a test. There was one out there this morning. Immediately after I drove off, the PI went after me. Bill is hard to convince, so we will do it again in the morning. I got out to gold base at 7. I parked on the extreme east end this time. I got my thugs again, with slightly modified abuse today. I only had half an hour, and from that end to the Ashlee Shaner memorial and back took all the time I had. In fact, I had the thugs out of breath by the time I got back to the car. I went back to Ida's to stash signs, and find out the result of the PI test. I had a mission which took up the major part of the day, so I headed out. This time I went south to pick up the next major east/west road, Stetson. Just across Stetson two of the PIs were talking from one car to another. (The built-up area ends at Stetson.) So instead of just turning to the west I went across to give the PIs some friendly directions. The one in the gold car with no license (new from a dealer, Villa Honda) responded in a friendly way, but the other one in a white car was either a clam or *really* sick of being roasted in the heat. I told both I was off to the airport (true) and got a comment that I should go back home. I asked if he worked for XXXX since that was the last license which came up. He was not pleased to be asked such a question and claimed not to be working for anyone. After I got his license, Cal 2ZDA834, and started down the road so I could get a place to do a U turn, he pulled along side my car, forcing me to the side of the road. Between some braking and accelerating, I got behind him far enough to do a U turn and headed back to Stetson. When I got to Stetson, and was in the left turn lane, he pulled along side me and informed me that if I ran his plate it would come back police, so "quit bugging me." I was surprised by such a claim, so I said "You with the police?" Too which he replied "Yeah, now knock this shit off, quit bugging me." To which I replied, "Which police? Which police are you with? He made some comment about showing me his badge and a threat about running his license. Ok, I won't. Someone else can run it. :-) Traffic cleared at that point and I turned left heading west on Stetson. I had an interesting conversation with 911 about dangerous driving thugs. This one was in a white car, and he might have realized he had stepped over the line because I didn't see him again. At least three of them followed me over to Ontario to the airport where I picked up my wife and daughter. My daughter is going to a nearby college this fall, and we were going there to discuss the hard-to-believe threats (made by Rosen on the last deposition transcript) against her with the university administration. I made a few tries to shake them in the airport and got the airport police to stop one of them and shake him down for identification. My wife was very, very annoyed at these bozos, and tried to confront one of them, but when she got near he backed up, then drove ahead. She worked off some of the energy by chasing him down the freeway shoulder for a quarter mile or so. At that point she jumped back in the car and we chased him down I 10 to the west. (There was no license place on this one, new car, gold color, which said Villa Honda). The guy got tape of her shaking a fist and yelling at him. (My wife tends to take clams/clam PIs too seriously.) This dude took the I 15 exit, so we followed him north a few exits, while on the phone with the California Highway Patrol. They couldn't get a unit in place and in any case, following someone is not a crime if you have a PI license. Eventually we went back to I 10 and on out to Redlands with at least two and I think three PI cars following. We wondered if the streets in Redlands college were private and the PIs could be told by campus security to knock it off, so we called them as we were turning onto the campus. Boy, did we get a response! I managed to get one of the PIs tangled up on a narrow road and the campus security trapped him there. Edwin Richardson was in the other car which came by to bail the first one out of this jam. The campus security called the Redlands cops and a number of them responded. It was a zoo for a while with 2 or three PIs, four cop cars and about 6 cops. As usual the cops concluded that there was nothing they could do about it, but the hoorah sure solved our problem of getting the university people to *believe* our mad story about being hassled by the evil cult and the threat Rosen made against our daughter. (I got a bunch of names of security people and cops, but it seems pointless to include them.) Anyway, the university people were boggled by the trapped PI story which rapidly spread around campus, and had no problem believing our story, especially when the administration got a phone call within ten minutes of the confrontation with campus security asking if my daughter was enrolled there. The University does not give out such information, so the only thing the phone call confirmed was the ugly nature of the cult of scientology. We didn't see any more of them, though they might have followed us back to Ida's. Keith Henson Reporting from the Hemet front. (If you wonder why this is better grammar/spelling than usual it was) -- Edited by the Madwoman of Palo Alto