Graham and I got back out there a little before 5. It was hot, but a spray bottle helps. We walked several circuits starting from the east end this time. We could see people crossing the plaza, but by the time we would get there, the traffic was very light. I am most impressed by the effect Graham has on my thugs. They have backed off to at least 100 feet and sometimes 300 feet, with the exception of when we first got out there and Richardson served me with a subpoena in the *Hurtado* case! WTF do I know about that? Of course, they are asking for all the communications I have had in years with Graham (which is a violation of attorney client) and with Cipriano (who I met for the first time Tuesday), and with Scott Meyer (how could *that* relate?) and with Jane Scott, who was Graham's paralegal. Well, who cares. They failed *again* to include the witness fee. So it was a defective service. (How many times have they screwed up the *same* way?) In any case, we made a number of circuits west to east and back. Something I forgot to mention this morning was roadkill, a large possum. They cleaned up the roadkill by this evening, but the weeds are still awful, they have not filled the ditch behind the curb on the west end, and they are not picking up the trash along the road. Inside the fence it is still groomed, but I think they don't dare let the RPF out to clean up along the road. We stopped and took pictures in front of the golden era sign. Frank (thug 2) was dragging. Richardson seems to like the heat. We packed it in in time to get back to Ida's Entheta Cafe at 7 pm. Keith Henson Reporting from the increasingly crowded picket scene in Hemet.