Chapter 19: The Dad's Other Job

 It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, however often you look into eyes and see nothing of the soul.  The Old man taught The Boy how to look behind what the eyes deny to the person inside.  It is not the soul the eyes reveal, but who contains a soul.  Many times there is no soul.

The Boy was older now and had become a capable person.  He would work with many different people from all over The United States.  Some of these folks had agendas that had nothing to do with the job at hand.  It would prove interesting in encounters with what The Old Man would call soul less people. 

The Dad would travel for an unknown job.  In-between his  job teaching at the local High School and periods of rest, The Dad would quietly disappear to places unknown.  Occasionally either by USPS or an other carrier a package would arrive for The Family that would contain trinkets, small toys, and short notes from places all over the globe.  The Family never knew what form of work The Dad was involved in or how he got from The Property to wherever, only that he would disappear then reappear without notice, usually during a time of rest from school.  This part time employment lasted for more than 10 years.

Not often, but occasionally the part time employment would travel back with The Dad.  He would spend time drawing small sketches of airplanes, tanks, riflemen, and other war looking pictures that he called his therapy.  Then He, The Old Man, and The Boy would go into the garage, or the back yard and practice the art of toss The Boy.  This was great fun for The Old Man and The Dad, however is was becoming more and more difficult to toss The Boy as he was now closer to a 200 pound man that would toss back.  The Three enjoyed this time and were very good at the game.  The Dad would always thank The Old Man and The Boy.  It seemed the game was cheaper that visiting a professional therapist. 

The Boy visited a tournament in Billings with The Grandma as moral support.  The Grandma had an old student competing in the tournament that was a "Rotten Boy" and said to The Boy, "Put him in his place he is a bully and deserves a good lesson."  Then she smiled up and The Boy knowing she had just instigated a certain amount of mayhem.  

The Boy said, "Yes Mam."  And when the two met in the center of the ring He looked beyond the eyes of the bully to the person behind them and filled the bully with fear.  The whistle blew and The Boy reacted swiftly and rolled the bully into a Head In Arm followed by a rear choke.  The Bully slapped out.  The Boy won the match and the honor of The Grandma.  He came home with the tournament.  

The Grandma smiled and said, "That was an important lesson."  They drove back to Havre and The Property stopping off at the CM Russel camp ground for a picnic.  This was The Boy's favorite part of the trip.  The Grandma always had the best picnic lunches packed.  Sandwiches, lemon cakes with butter frosting, boiled eggs, and a home made fruit drink that was sweet and fulfilling.  The Boy was in food heaven.  The Grandma could cook. 

The Boy turned right onto the gravel road leading to The Property and could see some cars in the distance parked in the driveway.  The closer they drove to the driveway he could see what looked like The Old Man standing over a man dressed in black with his arm twisted in what looked to be an uncomfortable position.  They drove closer and turned into the driveway.  The Boy opened the door to the pickup and heard the fellow on the ground screaming in agony and The Old Man telling him to quit complaining.  Where was The Dad?

The Grandma said, "Go" and The Boy was off like a shot.  He ran to the Front of Winston and found The Dad face to face with a largish young man about a head taller than The Dad, who at his 5 foot 5 inch stature was still an imposing man. 

The closer The Boy moved to The Dad and his assailant He could hear the largish fellow making various  insults and threats.  The Dad had a gleam in his eye and a slight smile on his face, he was enjoying the battle.  The Boy heard The Grandma's voice come from the pickup, "Look out!" she said.

The Boy felt movement and ducked.  A body flew over the top of his shoulder and rolled into a pile in the dirt.  A man stood up and looked at him.  The Boy looked beyond his eyes at the person standing there and the man froze in place for a brief moment then lunged forward.  He was stopped in an instant when The Dad's hand grabbed the back of his collar which elevated the man into the air.  He landed so hard a very loud crack could be heard above the screaming.  The man was done fighting.  The Old Man had his foe tied into a knot and came over the help.  He was laughing, and The Boy looked over the battle ground.  Three assailants, three injured foe.  He recognized one as a kid He knew from school.  The other two he didn't know.   The Mom wasn't home.  

When the deputies arrived The Grandma was administering some first aid and the Three broken assailants were all crying and in pain.  The deputies handcuffed the three and were stuffing them into  the back of a couple cruisers when another vehicle pulled into the driveway followed by a van with bars on the windows.  A few rather large gentlemen dressed in black emerged from the van and one walked over to The Dad and saluted him.  That was a first for The Boy, to see The Dad receive a salute from an unknown man dressed in black.  The Deputies were complaining saying something about jurisdiction when The Dad whispered something to the deputy sergeant.  The complaining stopped and the sheriff department left the scene.  The Three broken bad guys were then piled into the van.  

The fellow that talked to The Dad stuck his hand out to The Boy and shook his hand.  He asked a few questions and The Boy told him he recognized one of the three as a boy from school.  The Man In Black said "That's interesting." Talked more with The Dad who seemed to be in charge, then got back into the black truck and the rest piled into the van with the three broken bad guys, then drove off.  

The Boy just stared at The Dad for awhile and The Old Man shook his head and said something about not bringing work home with him.  The Dad nodded and said, "Lots of paperwork, lots of paperwork."  Then The Grandma stuck her head out of Winston and said, "Dinners ready."  The Mom just pulled into the driveway pulling a horse trailer behind her blue Chevy Truck.  

Peace and Balance,

John

 

What color was that Sedan?

 Many years ago I had an encounter that occasionally gets revisited through memory, stories, or experiences I read about or witness.  I had what I can only call an encounter with a group of MIB, or Men In Black.  

The Men In Black are purported to be men or women, dressed in all black wearing dark glasses, that show up in small groups of two or three.  They make claims of quasi affiliation to several of the three letter government agencies often carrying credentials to substantiate these claims.  Often, depending upon the circumstances, they will make threats to either incarcerate or harm you or family members or both if you don't do or give them exactly what they are asking for.  The MIB's have worked their way into the pop culture of the world.  I would make claims to only the United States, however there have been references of these individuals from all over the globe, and most of these contacts have been fairly nefarious.  

The Men In Black have a history of arriving after encounters with UFO's, UAP's, and Other extreme or unusual technologies.  These Agency jocks will show up and ask some very uncomfortable questions about one of the subjects.  Often pressing the experiencer hard enough to leave a life long lasting impression and traumatic fallout.  They also seem to have a very impressive amount of sci tech and psy tech.  In other words they have the ability to mentally and physically mess you up and there is nothing you can do about it, just suffer.  

Who are these people? It has been reported that they might be from another terrestrial plane. That they may be alien in origin.  There are suggestions that the MIB are a mix of humans and aliens working together sharing or exploiting superior technologies and using them in negative ways.  There are even ideas floating around in pop culture that the MIB are agents of the Dark forces of the universe.  What ever the truth, they aren't the good guys.  

I was sitting at my desk in my office across from the City Hall in our fair city.  I was half paying attention to the news of the day coming from the radio, when I heard the door creak open.  Standing in front of my desk was a couple rather large gentlemen all dressed in black, and just to the left half out of the door was a rather young looking attractive woman.  They all had on dark sunglasses.  One of the men was wearing a black fedora and the young woman had a black tie in her hair.  It was all pretty creepy.  To be honest that's all I remember.  I don't remember any conversation, I don't remember any suggestions from them, nor do I remember any threats.  All I remember is the scenario above, taking a second look and they were gone.  I got the urge to look out my window and saw leaving from it's parking space in front of my business was what looked like an older style black sedan.  The car pulled out and turned the corner out of my sight.  I had lost about an hour of time.  

For those of you who don't know the nature of my business, I was at that time a professional martial artist.  A Light Heavy Weight full contact fighter and grappler.  This was before there was such a thing as MMA and all the other forms of organized mayhem that is popular today.  What we did was fairly brutal, dangerous, and makes you realize years later that bones go creak.  So, these fellows and their fem-fatal were extremely ballsy, and confident that there wasn't anything I could do to stop them from whatever.  

Before doing the get my teeth kicked in for work, I was employed by a three letter organization my own self, the DOD, Department of Defense.  My employment with them was as a member of the USAF, United States Air Force.  At that time in history the Air Force was the organization in our government that was in charge of interesting technologies, and the intelligence gathering organization through the USAF is one of the best in the world, the Air Force OSI, Office of Special Investigations.  All working together as a cohesive agency that has it's hand on spooky tech stuff.  See the sarcasm there?  That's about all I can talk about, the rest is, "Classified." 

Today, I teach at a local High School, I have contact with some super buds of mine that are tribally connected, and we get together to make up lies and talk about stuff.  So why would any nefarious outfit want to poke at my brains?  It's all a mystery to me.  

A very close friend of mine has been living with some interesting, "shrapnel" in his body for more that 40 years.  This, "shrapnel" occasionally felt like it was moving around and or sending and receiving radio signals of some sort.   It has been a literal pain in the butt for a very long time.  He does not know how or where it originally came from and what was the nature of this object.  He recently traveled to the local VA clinic and had it removed surgically by what I presume is a civilian doctor working for Uncle Sam.  He has asked for the metal after it was removed, but was denied.  No reason given.  My friend has had his own encounters with the Gentlemen of different colored clothing himself.  Which makes me wonder, WTF.  

A question keeps popping into my mind, "Just how far down this rabbit hole do you want to go?"  

Peace and Balance,

John