Rumplestiltskin Writing up this morning's adventure and other business kept me busy till late. I may need a staff. I did take a short turn around the neighborhood around 4:30 and picked up a red Toyota SR 5 V6 3JSV650 (CA) which was driving in a completely crazy manor. I got several photos of it as it was looping about trying to get behind me. (I was driving sedately as seems appropriate for a retirement community. My camera ran out of film just as the red SUV left the neighborhood so I ran over to get the film developed, waited for it to be done, then came back to eat supper. The photo I had of the license plate gave me most of the numbers, with an uncertainty on the J. By this time, it was nearly 6:30 pm. Tonight I had an appointment in Santa Monica, close to two hours away. This gave me only enough time to put in a token picket. On the way over the red SUV mentioned above was "following ahead." True to the rules of such things, he turned right on a cross road to prevent me from thinking it was a tailing vehicle. This doesn't work for beans on a country road where you can see over the fields. I saw him go about 1/4 mile to the east and turn around. Well, two can play at this, so I did a right into a goose farm and parked behind some screening trees. A minute later the red SUV came by about 90 mph. I pulled out and caught up with him for a good read of his license when he had to stop for a light. He turned left at the light and I let him go. I really jerked Richardson and thug 2 around. I didn't really have time to picket tonight. So I drove down to the usual place, parked, picked up a sign and got less than 100 feet from the car when the black SUV they use came tearing out from the main gate, passed me on my way back to my car, and dumped off thug 2. Thug 2 got about 10 words in before I jumped back in my car, but instead of heading in the direction I need to go, I went to the east parking spot, just beyond the east underpass and as I went by the main gate, there was Richardson getting into the black SUV--which tore off behind me. I turned around, and headed for Santa Monica just as Richardson was dumped off. I felt obligated to justify them hanging out all day at the guard house or I would not have bothered stirring them up. I don't think they followed me through LA and into Santa Monica, but I didn't care. I have a document which I can't find on the web. It is "Response to Informal Bill of Particulars," in the US vs Mary Sue Hubbard case and dated Jan 11, 1979. Moxon is mentioned several times in it. If anyone knows of this one being out there somewhere I would appreciate being told about it. Otherwise, I will scan it. (15 legal sized pages.) Moxon was reported to have pulled a Rumplestiltskin outside the office of Graham Berry's attorney. He was unable to confront deponent Cipriano's statement that he was merely there to tell the truth which included .... exonerating Berry of the pedephilla allegations that he has testified were manufactured by Ingram. I have a *most* interesting collection of documents to put on the net sometime when they become public. While stomping around the street spitting and swearing profusely and being unable to understand. He was heard to scream "Why are you doing this to me Robert?" Cipriano responded "Cross examine me tomorrow! Have at me." Moxon admitted before Cipriano and other witnesses that Cipriano had repeatedly told him that the May 5, 1994 "chicken hawk" declaration was untrue, but he (Moxon) had not believed him. There is a problem believing PI thugs who know what you want to hear, it seems. Moxon had to be restrained by Ava Paquette and Lynne Shipe (of OSA--she represented that she was working for Moxon's office). A fly on the wall reported that Moxon went balistic (on the record) when a crucifix popped out of Berry's shirt during the deposition. Always the the gentleman, Berry apologized profusely at offending Moxon. Keith Henson
Reporting from Hemet and places west.