is it you Annie? longed for those old friends.

           Morning had broken like every other, she made her oatmeal and looked out at the miles of prairie. The same window , the same prairie. The same emptiness . The Sweetgrass Hills to the west were bitter sweet , yes they did bring her her a certain comfort in the rememberance of the Highlands she grew up by. The adult who was always there watching over her , every season change seemed as if you were meeting an old friend.  Oh how she longed for those friends, the lonliness was constant, and painful. James had ridden up to "The North place" two days prior, she knew without asking he would not return for five days at least . This routine had been going on for four months. Long months they were. To add to the misery she hadn't  recieved any correspondence from Scotland since she came to this Country  to live with her new husband, the man her father said " Would never amount to a tinkers Damn!" He also proclaimed "If you go off with this naer'dowell  you"lol not hear from us ever!" Surely Mother would not adhere to this, she would send news, and keep in touch.  Surely. It had been six months, not a letter, not one. They had forgotten about her altogether, No one cared, why should I .      This was the day, She knew how , Now she knew when. The slow half mile walk to the barn must have seemed like forever, or maybe not. The Little Sage creek was just a trickle on this late summer day but she did love it so, she might have stopped for a second to dip her toe in for a refreshing moment , or maybe not. She walked in and found that hemp rope her husband would lead the Milkcow back and forth from home to the barn , she might have slowly wept as she tossed the rope over the cross beam , or maybe not. Using the few milk crates  to stand on she put the noose over head and with one last final decision jumped...........This ended the life of Annie Smith, who was married to my Great Grandfather James Laird.   This is a true story, and I think the shadowy images in the game camera recently , that looked like a piece of rope with knots in it are the spirit of Annie you see the camera was in a tree not two hundred yards from the spot   Where the lonliness  ended.     P.S.  A letter was delivered to the Ranch from Mr. And Mrs. Smith Aberdeen Scotland two weeks after Annie's burial.

This is scary stuff !!!!!

              I brought the Game camera home from the Clark Fork river and set it up a week ago or so. There was four or five small whitetail Bucks and quite a few Does as well, you will see a Mule Deer doe and fawn as well as a Whitetail mother with a little one too.  The pair of coyotes are kind of cool .   But look at the other photos and maybe you can tell me what the Hell those white images are! You will see them from left to right across the screen,   horizontal as well as vertical. Looks like a white rope with Knots tied in it. Don't think it was something blowing in the wind because when the wind blows the camera is trigured by moving grass etc, and these photos were random, not part of a bunch. You will notice coyotes in a few of the photos, was something chasing them? Not sure.  could we have a ghost on the Creek?  Likely the lost soul that my Uncle Richard used to talk about, he said when the Laird boys would walk to school they would cross the creek near where the camera sits tonight, and Richard said there was a sunken unmarked grave. They called the area "Deadmans Flat".  I will leave it to you to decide, pretty damn weird indeed. I am having trouble getting the images off the memory card onto the Blog waiting for my Tech department to call back. So will send them at a later time

God Bless America, please.

       Happy Independance Day! A little reflection would be appropriate on this day. I will never know what thoughts were going thru the four Laird brothers minds crossing the Atlantic, bound for America. Sadly all my connections to the previous generations are gone so I am left to my imagination, leaving Scotland in their twenties must have been frightening even to tough minded Scots that they were indeed. The fact that their Father had asked them to leave because the family was having trouble making ends meet and they would have to make it on their own, would add to their uneasiness about traveling to a new land , a land that they knew little about. America in the year 1887, well the truth is I don't know what the Hell was going on in those days, but to be sure it was a hard life ,especially going out west where the only thing they knew was what they had read in some Pennydreadful papers. Probably written by someone from  Philly who had never seen the state of Ohio.  One can only imagine there plans, and schemes to "Make it big", we know it didn't start with a plan to go to Montana, because Montana wasn't a state yet!  I digress like a drunk at a Maureen Dowd party, "Imus reference". My point is did they have thoughts of creating a farm,ranch then start a family, providing for them so that those children would have a better life and never have to leave home looking for a chance at success. I believe they did, My Great Grandfather was one of those pioneers, James Laird. From all accounts he was a simple man , well liked by all, had a bit of the Dickens in him but nonetheless a hard working man. He had one son John, whom I have been told was the kind of man everyone wanted as a friend, he would help anyone at anytime, which was what good neighbors did. One of my biggest regrets is never having met Grampa John, from all accounts we would have had a great relationship, he died young, and left six children and a widow. Again the work ethic was passed down to all, with the hopes of a better future for their kids. Grampa John fought in WWI  upon coming to America, his chance to become a U.S.  citizen . Three of his kids fought in WWII, one seriously injured and maimed for life.  Lastly my brother served with distinguish in the Vietnam War. Again I digress, my point is that America has been "Berry Berry Good to Us" to quote Sammy Sosa, My belief is that all along the chance of success was the goal knowing that nothing is guaranteed, but thru perseverance and hard work , you can succeed in America in 1877 as well as 2015.  "We Hope for Better Things"

Big Medicine

.           How was your last week? Bet it didn't match mine. I spent three days at Disnayland with Seven Grandkids , nine and under, and five troublesome Adults. The time spent at the Resort was wonderful, I strategically timed a few hours a day for rest and relaxation. As for Delta Airlines well I planned for everything and expected nothing, I was not to be disappointed. Lost three of our bags, didn't get them for a day and a half. Par for the course. We also attended the Ordination of Rita's nephew Aaron Engebretson, he was ordained as a Catholic Priest, a Jesuit. Big Medicine indeed, He has been studying for eleven years and the big day was very celebratory. I couldn't help but think of Aaron's grandfather and grandmother Phil and Clara and how proud they would have been and are. It took place in LA , what a dump! Looks like LA is where Hope and Prosperity go to Die. Filth everywhere you went , the trees are dieing from the prolonged drought, no grass in any yards, the only thing growing is the waistlines of most of the people, my God their Huge down there. So we came back to the farm today and I saw a swarm of Bees in an outbuilding that could have numbered a half a million, no kidding. My thoughts are this could be the "End Times"  In my world now we have Drought, Insect Plagues, Just got back from "Sodom and Gomorrah" what is next ?Raining Frogs? Remember you heard it here first!

Oh I wish I was a Farmer!

           I hear these words a lot, "Your so lucky to be a Farmer , Your own Boss out in the Fields, doing Field Stuff". Most of the time my response is something like " Yea, pretty Lucky indeed". So it is time to set you straight on Farming!  Managing is the most important thing I do, TIME, this is critical , seemingly more than years past, not exactly sure why but it seems like now if you do not get your work done when you have the opportunity , it is easy to get behind and Hard to catch up.  FINANCES , it is easy to get rapt up in all the latest, greatest equipment or options for fertilization, Chemicals or experimental methods that are mostly untried but show promise. There is a fine line between being Progressive, and  being a Spendthrift. one can lead to success the other will surely lead to Failure. Their are other important things one must do to keep ones head above water in Farming , but  gather close to your screen I am about to let you in on a secret,          The only way you will succeed in Farming is .....IF IT RAINS!       It is as true now as when my Great Grandpa Jimmy and his brothers Frank, And Jack, moved to Northern Liberty County in 1887. That's right Bunky I come from a long line of Dirt Farmers.  rain is the original Four letter word, such as this year we finally received our first moisture in 7 weeks Eight Tenths , just under an Inch, which is a great Rain anytime right?   Damn right, so the talk around town went like this, " Hey Ron how much rain did you get?"  "Oh around three quarter of an Inch I guess." " You?"  eight Tenths in my gauge of course there was a fly in there too". Farmer Humor!  " That's a good Rain for sure!"  Oh Hell yeah get us to the next on for sure!"  " Yep Yep".    So not three days later, Me along with every other Sap in the area puts on his Waif costume and with Hat in hand Kneels, looks up to the Heavens and says" BOB , Sir that was great but could We Please have another?"   I Digress, you see The Big GUY GOD is so busy that he delegates some authority to Vice-Gods . Bob is in charge of the Rain. The Big Guyis working on a potion to drop on all Muslims so that every child born  to them in the next twenty years will be a girl and they will all be Lesbians! Might be the only way to put a Crisis in to Isis. So we wait for Bobs response!  Most likely a Lump of Coal!

Ok I am drunk so what!

     My lovely and I went out for dinner this evening, first of all this damn town loves to eat out  , Joseph had less trouble finding an Inn then we had finding a restaurant with a table for two. But we settle in at Cafe Dolce nice place kind of loud but at my age every place is kind of loud, so Rita and I each ordered a Beer Rita a light Beer from  a Montana Brewery , Your faithful correspondent ordered a Belgium Beer that  was called " The Best Beer in the World" the flunky brought a Whiskey bottle to our table disguised as a Beer with a Cork and everything, I knew this old Farmer was over his head, I sheepishly said " How much is it?"   $35,  "Shit is that all Son" Let's do this!"   Rita said  " I have never seen you order a $35 dollar beer".  " You are looking at a new Blackjack Babe, " So we ordered our delicious meal and I proceeded to enjoy my beverage 10% alcohol if you need it and I didn't 't, near the end of my meal the table next to us said" What is that you are drinking?" " A Belgium beer  it says a Pint , but I have drank many Pints in my Interesting life , seems like a lot." " he said " One Pint 10 ounces ! sparky drink up!"  I said I know that, yea I know that. It isn't as though I bought a grocery cart full of DelMonte vegetables but , come on Blackjack pull in your reins Bitch! Buzz is starting to wane guilt taking over good thing it rained .60 at home, off to take some Advil.

Grandpa tell me about the Good Old Days!

     Well I guess it is official Bruce Jenner is going thru with it, he will have a Jay- Jay instead of a Pee-Pee. I know because he was good enough to go on National TV and tell us ALL about it. And oh bye the way He will be in a Reality show starting in the Fall, didn't see that one coming.  Pray tell how do you raise kids in this crazy world where at anytime your 6 year old will go from seeing hostages being beheaded, to Blacks rioting in the street because a black kid was shot, which of course was captured on video, which of course means that we will watch it over and over a hundred times. But sports is the great escape, right? Turn on ESPN, what do you see, story after story about Oversized Black men who have been arrested for beating up women, and of course there is the Video again. Mix in stories of athletes using drugs to illegally enhance their performances, at least our local sports stories are without controversy, Wait a Minute, what the Hell , Football players raping Co-eds and getting away with it?   Not sure what the rest of you will do but this Grandpa is moving the "Magnificent Seven" to the Convent/ Monastery previously known as The Farm, where we will listen to Baseball games on the radio, have picnic's down at the Creek where there will be frog catching competitions and skipping rock challenges. Of course we will make homemade Ice-cream  smothered with our own raspberries. Which will be followed by a furious game of "Annie I Over" , And if there is any energy left how about a game of "Kick the Can"?  When is the last time you snared a Gopher with a piece of twine? The truth is Bad things have and always will be OUT there, maybe it is up to us to guard the door so they don't come into our kids lives. There Grandpa just told you a few things about "The Good-Old Days"

Excuse me Miss, could I clean your carpet?

         Funny how truths can be evident , but go unnoticed.  Just recently it became apparent to me that I have a gift, this gift is not really a gift per say. Ok it's difficult to explain but here goes. when I visit with people they start out with the usual  Hi Blackjack how are you?  and my response is something as mundane as "Good how are you?"    This is where it becomes different, Not sure how I do it but , the other person starts to tell me "How he/she is doing!"  Sounds crazy but people talk to me, and I mean really talk. For example the other day in Chesters Post Office I ran into someone I hadn't seen in twenty years, We will call him Stanley to protect his identity, " Well I'll be damned , Hello Stanley" he responded, "Hi Blackjack, it's been a long time."  "Sure as Hell Stanley" we shook hands and I couldn't help but notice his little finger on his right hand bent at an alarming angle to the immediate right, say  90 degrees right. Strangest handshake ever. " Stan what the hell happened to your hand?"  The bait was set and he took it, for the next five minutes Stan told me stories of his life as a Roughneck on the drilling rigs , not totally uninteresting, but he just went off, I just smiled , nodded at the appropriate times, and let him go. One more person that walked away from me feeling like he was fascinating.  I strolled across the street to check in with the local Farm Services Agency, to see if they were printing me any checks , You never Know! Anyhoo Russ was at his office and we conversed for a few minutes, then I asked him "How is your brother?"  His brother is battling cancer, so far to a draw. That was an easy one, Russ regaled me with stories of coyotes coming in his brothers corrals and killing baby calves, while the brother was too sick to go out and help, I showed just the right concern, I hit it just right because Russ had to stop and wipe away a tear. Walking back to my car I realized there was not one question from either about me or mine, and that is just fine .  I go forth to offer my services to those in need.   I have been a Farmer for 40 plus years and now realize that while I am a damn good farmer perhaps my true calling was to be a Door to Door Vacuum Salesman,  We've decided to leave the farm to The Branch Davidian, a very misunderstood group and take up my Kirby Vacuum and Accesory box , and hit the road. So if you notice a Doddering old Fool walking the streets dragging his future behind him, looking more pathetic than sympathetic, please stop and say hello.  I will be sure to listen to your story.

Happy Easter

Spring Break is over, Easter has come and gone, and this farm is back to it's usual quiet, routine. I say routine can be comforting and at the same time empty, I feel empty. We were blessed with our team Harrington, surprising us by driving into the yard last Tuesday horn blaring with four children yelling triumphantly , standing up thru the moon roof  as if to say "We are here to conquer the Farm". And then proceeded to do exactly that!  A whirlwind of two days,  the hi-lite would be catching a raccoon in a live trap the first night, the day after catching a skunk in the same trap!  both had been stealing cat food from inside our shop and we could not stand for that. The look on the teams face when we looked into said trap was of shock and awe, their little legs didn't touch the ground on their sprint to tell Mommy and Nanna about the Catch. Tie that into the beloved Cat "Edna" having a very swollen sore foot caused by a "Racoon bite" it was to the Gallows for the troublemaker! We had fun for the short time, so much so that there were tears when it was time to leave, but the promise for more adventures soon "On the Farm".         No sooner then the dust had settled from the Harrington Van leaving the Yard then "The Laird Clan" rode in.  The car door wasn't even open yet , when I heard my first  "Bop, Bop can I tell you Sumpin?".  This much I know, they can always tell me Sumpin, and I pray they always do. The Lairds had great weather , the Gophers were out and we slaughtered them, Cory was a dead-eye  and Jack never missd a shot with his weapon of choice his trusty plastic pop-gun. Fourwheeling was a big hit for sure, especially when we went to the Creek and then got off and threw rocks and raced sticks thru the "Waterfalls".  Brynn wanted to stay the night in Uncle Richards abandoned house, to prove her toughness but was talked out of it. Easter Eve Spencer pulled her loose tooth with the courage of a true warrior, just like the Badgers of Wisconsin, and by God the Easter Bunny found the Farm just fine, I think Emerson  was a little worried he might not know where it was.  We got up and made Easter Mass then on to Fort Benton for a wonderful Luncheon. Good-byes were hard but back to Missoula they went . And here I sit by the fire, with a heart full of memories from the great week that was. I don't need to write how much I love my family they know,  but ssssssshhh they might not know how much I treasure my time with them.    Happy Easter everyone.

My first novel..

    We stood looking thru the centuries old glass, about to leave the King's Pub, and what did we see? A downpour of biblical proportions,  Our Hostess remarked to no one in particular " Could be a Brackish Rain". She went on to explain , sometimes when it rains this hard the storm front has picked up salt water from the Atlantic and mixed it with rain. We ventured out doors looking for the Trolley stop on King Street, immediately we realized that it was indeed a "Brackish Rain" the salt was quite noticeable. I thought it could have been the tears of the thousands of Mothers who lost sons in the Civil War that was fought all around Charleston.      We walked a few blocks and were beginning to think the trolley might not be running  this late, in fact there wasn't another Person on King Street, I could tell Rita was getting a little nervous, I joked " Come on Rita this isn't London, there is no Jack the Ripper here!" We turned onto Meeting street, the rain was letting up a little, looking down the street , there was no one there. I put my head down to shield the rain and looked up to see a Cherubic looking creature of a man in a black raincoat and Top Hat, walking directly toward me, so I moved left a few feet on the cobblestone walkway. And as he met me he grabbed my arm and looked up at me, the gas Street lights danced in his black as midnight eyes, opening his mouth he gasped " FINALLY"......................There that is how my first Novel will begin, actually I will never finish a Novel just like I will never become a Pianist, or master the Art of Stain Glass Works, Or Refinish  Antique Woodworks to a perfection! Alas I suffer from Cantfinishitas, not terminal  just damn annoying. I started all those things in the past, My Uncle Richard did have a Novel Published, His work was called "The Redtail Hawk", A somewhat whimsical tale of  his life on the farm watching a family of Hawks one summer.        OK, not exactly Faulkner but it was published. Well we just got back from Charleston South Carolina, and absolutely loved it, will be going back someday to develop a drinking habit of some acclaim and then maybe I too can write the next great Southern Mystery, Yaaall!

Like Pornography you know it when you see it!

      Well I see love nearly everyday as I drive down Mullen Road towards Reserve. There is a walking path on the North side of the road and every morning for the past year or so , weather permitting, an elderly man of say 70 plus years, who some would say is Portly with hair of white, and wearing clothes that are tattered and frayed walks slowly. And when I say slowly I mean every few steps He stops .  Then looks down to see if his friend is doing ok. That friend is what appears to be a retired, rescued GreyHound Dog, white and grey Shaggy , She has trouble walking , but keeps up . He will stroke her head gently saying what seems to be comforting words, The dog looks up and with her eyes says Thanks Friend, Thanks. He turns and strolls for another few feet and stops again. I doubt the walk does either much good For their Cardiovascular system, but for me and  I think other drivers it  sure makes our Hearts Sing! I probably will just one day say to Rita, Hey what happened to the Walker? And He will be gone, But I will remember them for showing me True Love.  

Devil vs Devil

.                 This will be a rambling mess, telling you upfront. I think Muslim Radicalism,: that is too damn hard to say and write :so from now on the bastards will be called Goat Fers. They are on Par with the Nazi's. Let's examine that statement. The one difference is Nazi's had one real true leader ,Hitler , and the Goat Fers seem to be lead by , He'll if I know!  I guess the Koran. Hitler used the fact of Poverty, Despair, and hopelessness. After World War I ,  As for the Goat Fers, For centuries their lives have been almost unbearable on the best days, with absolutely no chance of furthering their lives.       Pardon me I am listening to Fox News , they are reporting that Obama, has said recently said, "Global Warming is a greater threat, to Americans then Terrorism" I believe that He is undermining our Country and  would not be surprised if The Military could have to step in and control things inspite of Obama! Wow sounds crazy, but do believe it. He has set relations between Blacks and Whites back years , I will be president before another Black is!....Ok back to the Devils can you imagine if we had the Internet when Hitler was taking Jewish families out of their homes and    putting them in internment camps with plans to murder most and starve to death the rest...Think of the Selfies"....I am too young to know the politics of the U.S. decisions to go to war with Germany but think their were some who drug their feet, History was probably not kind to them.. Like I think History will Crucify Obama and his crowd , for ignoring the atrocities going on in the name of the Koran, comparing the Crusades to the Brutality being done all thru Africa, and the Middle East, cannot be just ignorance, it is being done purposely . Some would say out of cowardice, I say on purpose!... .....It is possible that I have been watching too much TV lately, one cannot turn on the Boob Tube without being accosted with one horrendous story after another, so if I turn off the Tv does it go away?    I think not Bunky, I just look the other way, That is exactly what France did in the 1940's So if America "Looks the other way",  who is going to ride in and rescue the World?  For the Love of God, I need to cut out the Caffeine!

Times Up

  Ok let's see how you did.   1. Buck Owens and Roy Clark  Dead and Alive, Buck went to that Honky Tonkin in the sky in 2006, leaving Roy Clark to be just Picking with no Grinning, Roy lives in  grandeur with beautiful women surrounding him at all times, although he struggles to Finnish his hit  song "Yesterday when I was Young".     2. Ron Marlenee our state Representative  1977-1993, I'm glad to report is alive and well ranching in Scobey Montana , he will be seen in the barn every day Boviating to his Bovine.  3.Barbara Eden, I loved this chick, Alive and still a fox at 84 , many the young man who rubbed his magic lamp and she showed up, that ain't right!   4. Nate Archibald The 6 foot 150 pound one, was a six time all- star, NBA champion in 1981, and the pride of the Bronx New York, somewhere right now he is schooling some wannabe kid on the blacktop, Alive! And still a Killer.   5. Manuel Noriega  military dictator of Panama 1983-1989.  Had a good thing going till 1989 when my man Reagan sent troops down there to get him. Brought his ass up here tried and convicted him for running drugs,  put him in prison ,there is a little uncertantity as to his demise but I believe he is still with us. His nickname is "Pinneaple Face"  6. Jim Nabors, you might remember him as Gomer Pyle in the 1970 sitcom, that portrayed him as a Goofball Marine who went around saying things like "Gaaaaaaaly". Assanine would be to kind . He would go from that character to his musical career , Sing like a God , the boy. He is as Gay as a Goose and living the life of a wealthy Sex Toy.  7 Boy George  I can't even explain what or who he is, But he is still alive,  He did go thru a reformation though, his Buddhism faith has told him to delve deeply into the world of Male Enhancements and now goes by Man George.  8. Little Richard, Ok  this Dude is still alive, some call him the Architect of Rock and Role, by some I mean Himself! His biggest hit should tell it all " Tuuti Fruity"  recently there was quite a scare, he and his partner were enjoying there daily sauna in a Turkish Bath when their usual game of Chinese Finger trap, and they weren't using their Fingers if you know what I mean!! Went horribly wrong and they had to use a butter knife to free them both, As they lay there bleeding to death in each other's arms, the janitor showed up just in time to resuscitate them. He is less a man but still alive!  9 Donald Rumsfeld.   Served as Secretary of Defense  under President Ford 1975-1977. And again under Bush 2001-2006,  Still alive  and still ready to kick some Ass, Right or Wrong on Iraq , He will go down in History as One BadAss, I think his life story would be worthy of a Clint Eastwood movie!    So there you have it ,another in along history of nonsensical BS.

Dead or alive!

    Yesterday brought to an end the life of one Ernie Banks, THE Ernie Banks all time great Cubs baseball player. He was loved by all for his apparent kindness and love of life, "It's a great day in Wrigley, let's play two".   This got me thinking about who is still alive and who has passed on? This test will see if you pay attention to the obits like us old people do.   1. Buck Owens and Roy Clark, the original "Picking and Grinning" Hee Haw Hosts?      2. Ron Marlenee, Mt. Congressman from 1977 to 1993.       3.  Barbra Eden, the voluptuous "I dream of Jeannie" boy did I.    4. Nate " the Skate" Archibald the diminutive point Guard from New York City voted one of the top 50 greatest basketball players of all-time.    5.Manuel Noriega military Dictator of Panama 1983-1989.    6.Jim Nabors, the multi-talented Gomer Pyle from the popular sitcom of the 70's.   7. Boy George, flamboyant singer from the 70's and 80's.   8 Little Richard, another rather different singer , performer from 50's and 60's.   9. Donald Rumsfeld historic Red-Ass .   There you have it Are they DEAD OR ALIVE?.......answers in the next blog!

Crazy Shit that happens to me!

            That call that comes in the middle of the night is never welcome, this one was no exception. she screamed, "John can you come over, he is crazy and going to hurt me!"......In the background I heard him say, "get the Hell off the phone, who did you call?",,,click deadline....Rita said "what was that about?"  I told her that ....... was in trouble and I think I have to get involved. We decided not to call the police but that I should go over and smooth things out, after all he is a close friend and not usually not at all like this.....Right....As I drove over  my thoughts were "Ok lets get them talking and just stay out of it, simply a bystander,,,Right.....He was screaming like a mad man as I walked up to the house, adrenalin was kicking in, opened the door to find ....... curled in a ball, in the corner of the kitchen, weeping, and he was holding a rifle.......a damn rifle, just berating her . Not too sure what he was saying, but my gut told me to get her out of there fast, grabbed her hand and said "Lets go" . walked by him as he continued to scream nonsense, as we stepped outside , he kind of rushed me , but didn't get to me, I grabbed the gun from his hands and threw it down in to the steps hoping to break it. "He laughed, said Do you think that's the only gun I have?",, We jumped into the pick-up and headed to our house.  On the way she was quiet just kind of wimpering, I told her he would never have fired that gun, she said"Yes he would, there are lots of holes in the walls, behind pictures".....Damn it anyway, it just occurred to me that we left an infant in the house! ....... said"he won't hurt the baby, no way" I wasn't convinced but thought the best thing to do was go to our house and sit with Rita and settle her down ,then maybe in time call him back. It all started when .......went to a funeral of an old boyfriend earlier that day, she came home with a flower from his casket, to find him drunk and pissed off it just escalated from there............ We sat for about 15 minutes when I heard a pick-up enter our yard. It was HIM he drove to the north side of the house, up on the lawn ,not 40 feet from our front door with his lights shining on the house., he was still screaming out of his window and the baby was in carrier next to him. My first reaction was the idiot was putting my small children in harm as well as his own, so it was time to call the Sheriff. We moved into the kitchen hiding on the floor with the lights out, now we were all scared. He quieted down and sat there idling for what seemed like ten minutes but was probably half that. He then backed up and sped out of our yard,heading towards his home,we thought. The Sheriff and deputies showed up at our house and they decided to go look for him,we waited. a half an hour or so later they called from ........ house and asked me to bring her home. By now we were both frazzled indeed and I was ticked off,  ........ felt embarrassed that she had called me and was thinking that I shouldn't have gotten involved. I didn't say anything but the truth was I didn't ask for any of this crap!......Upon entering the house we found Him sitting at the table, still drunk but not near as obnoxious, and Sheriff Burrows calmly saying that this is over and time to settle down. When He saw .......he immediately started yelling, "They called you out here to arrest me damn-it your going to arrest me!  Burrows said "No that isn't necessary"  He yelled even louder"LIKE HELL YOU ARE TAKING ME TO JAIL!"...."Ok Cuff him"....they left for Chester and I told ..... to call us if she needs anything, and I drove home at 4 a.m...Numb and dumfounded to what I witnessed, Hell participated in, easily one of the most bizaarre events of my life....I still see the perpetrator from time to time, Nary a word was ever mentioned of the incident, never an apology , a thank you, not even a Go to Hell!  Nothing.................................I bring it up now to remind myself it happened......or did it?