Several years ago, many years ago, a guy started hanging around the station. He was befriended by one of the guys. They had a mutual interest in cars that they considered antique, but no one else would. In other words they were slightly older cars that they could afford to buy and ride around in. I knew who the guy was because he has lived in town his entire life and is one of a set of triplets. He was never any trouble to have around. One might say he and his brother, who occaisionally was with him were "special needs" to a degree, but I surmised they were just introverts more than anything else. In fact the brother that came into the station quite often was gifted in many areas. I only had to hear the story once from the one who came in the station about how he was molested when he was a kid to understand their way of being. He wouldn't go to the dentist, doctor, or to anyone where a close physical encounter might happen.

Anyway, one of the triplets moved south in the sixties, married, and still lives there. The older brother never really left the family homestead either. The two remaining introverted triplet brothers, and the older brother stayed together until recently. The reason why they seperated was, because the brother with whom I was friends with had a stroke, and when he was sent home from rehab was threatened and abused by the older brother. Told him he was going to cut his legs off since he couldn't use them. As it turns out the older brother always bullied the two younger brothers. The three of them are in the seventies. It was not the older brother who molested the yonger brothers, but his lifelong abusive nature had taken it toll regardless. Well, the triplet who became my friend, and had the stroke moved to Randolph and lives with a younger couple who over the years has cared for people in his situation. He is happy, clean, which was always a problem, and now has clean and some new clothes, and comes to Whitman everyday and hangs out with the other old folks at the senior center. He walked over to the police station a little over a week ago and ask the guys who were working, it was my day off, if they had seen his brother, because had not seen him since before the snowstorm. An hour or so later the guys forced their way into a fourteen foot trailer down the back of the property and found the brother frozen. The bully had kickd him out of the house a couple of days earlier, and never went looking for him. The storm had occurred and no footprints were found in the snow around the trailer before my guys got there, so we know the bully didn't look around for the brother.
The bully came into the station the other day when I was there and ask me if the chief was there. Didn't say a thing to him, just stared. He asked when she was going to be there next. Just stared at him. He was only there acting meek, mild and contrite to see if he is in any trouble. Never said a word to him, and he walked out. Not a thing he can be charged with I doubt.
It can be so sad how things work out.

You can't make this %$%$%$%$ up.

Blood ain't always thicker than water I guess? Sad. Very sad.

What a friggen jerk.

My father told me a story about 2 brothers he worked with, one a little slow the other not. The smarter one was into guns, collecting. The younger one got a side job to clean out an attic for an elderly woman. He found a shotgun and the woman told him to keep it. So in to work he comes the next day, and shows my father and his brother the gun. His brother tells him it is worth about 300 and gives him 300 for it. My father just shook his head. A couple of weeks later the older brother tells my father he sold the shotgun for northwards of 6000. My father asked him if he intended to give his brother some more money, and he replied no. My father bitched him out for taking advantage of his own brother, since when he bought the gun he knew that this Parker was worth alot more than 300.