Today was an adventure even before going out to picket. Seems the clams bugged the Sheriff's Dept. with a *patent* of mine dating from ten years ago. (The patent was about using a large aircraft and a long cable to "crack the whip" and launch a payload into a sub orbital. After some work, we found the method won't get up to escape velocity, but it might be fast enough to reach the end of a rotating tether.) (I noticed someone posted the patent tonight.) Man, the clams sure do project. If high level "OTs" have power over MEST, then high level SPs must have it too. I obviously went back in time ten years . . . . But anyway, the Sheriff deputy I have been talking to came by and wanted me to explain to him how the clams could think a ten year old patent of mine which never went any further than some paper studies (and required a 747 doing acrobatics to implement) could constitute a threat of any kind. So I explained as best I could, and then we talked about other items of mutual interest. Roland will be pleased to note that some of the concerns he expressed recently are being or have been considered either by the Sheriff or by others who have an investigative function. Picketwise I got out there after 4 pm and stayed just about an hour and a half. Virtually no IRS stuff today. Perhaps they figured out that there are questions that they really don't want answered. There was enough in the tape which is suggestive of threats against my daughter (mention of the school she is going to) for me to consider turning the tape over to either the school or the local police. I suspect they will wind up in jail if they try to carry out an unwelcome "interview" of the sec check kind they are doing to me out there on my daughter. There is much else going on which it would not be entirely prudent to talk about yet. There is one story which is absolutely side splitting. On the way back I caught another of the PIs. The relation between cops and PIs has always been a love/hate one. When a bunch of PIs are given an assignment which makes the whole profession look like clowns, the cops just get a chuckle out of it. The Hemet cops have asked me to give them locations and license numbers for all of them I can catch. Keith Henson Reporting from the downright weird Hemet front.