"schantz's rue morgue files vanish"

february 10th There's plenty of room for a cabin in the woods visible from the train between SF and Seattle. "Do your own time", Ginja, "stop doing mine". I wonder how much extra time Gene got for the broken razor.I am unsettled. Unslept. My former cellie..the Nicauraugan shitter..well..he got out. They come they go. I am two years on a ship waiting to land. Yesterday, for the first and only time, I caught a glimpse of Sheriff George Epp. He brought the county commisioners on a tour. They watched us work. "Should be doing his time, not interfering with the public." "To do time" is to sit and chat.This is a foreign country to you who expect us to sit undulating in remorse. We talk. Last night as I waited to get into the guard booth tp put in a request for a check (to pay for a police ruined birth certificate) the guy in front of me was waiting to ask the guard to get the checkerboard out of the locked closet. THAT IS DOING TIME. I've been EVERYWHERE, so why can't I be a national treasure? But we are the sort of people who make getting around on clean bikes embarassing. Does everyone look back at their tragedies as magic(artists, fools, maniacs only?) sShould I open my eyes wide and whisper something sick to myself in the cold steel mirror? Do I have the toned down, but living wequivalent of the HELL LOOK? When I hit Seattle, I also hit the final regional corner I'd been lacking as far as the USA goes. Give me a dime per drifted mile and my cabin in the woods blueprints could be rearranged to include an indoor pool and perhaps a zoo. I guess once every now and then you COULD expect someone's lips will flap in here and out what tumbles could be something EASILY recognizable as being of big picture interest about the Ramsey case. Lately what's cooking is some mysterious computer files have vanished. The Schantz's, who own the RUE MORGUE bookstore on Pearl St. and an expensive house (on Hawthorne) in Boulder are said to be FRANTIC.Aint it strange. It seems the mailing list has been screwed with. Gone gone gone...apparently those in the know KNOW that information sounding EXACTLY like THAT was supeonaed by the Grand Jury awhile back. Now what will Monsieur and Madame have to say? Will this be another pothole in the bus path? Incidentally, they are thinking of selling maison Schantz and getting outta the area.AND is their daughter, Mademoiselle Schantz, an old friend of Steve Miles? Why sure. What a busy intersection. J.T.Colfax [email protected]   current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries