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When I woke up first thing I did was my 'Who the fuck am I' routine while sitting on the toilet. Then it was shower before I started the day. I knew where the trike was without hunting it down with the GPS. Not so much that I remembered putting it there, I just remembered that there was an underground storage room and that my trike was usually there. Sure enough it was there that Friday morning as well. Another bit of memory had returned. I was thankful for every little bit.
In the review of the file, I found that I had a cooker, a condenser coil, and fifty pounds of deer feed in the cruiser. It was stored there so that Sam wouldn't get suspicious. I might not have a good memory, but I could still read people and Sam was pissed. I didn't want him to have any information at all.
I almost decided to stop by the Home Depot for more materials, but I chose breakfast biscuits instead. I didn't really want to risk Sam seeing me messing around the parking lot with buckets. Besides I needed Someone to drive the Cruiser for me, when I got the buckets. Someone who wouldn't ask any questions.
"So Sam, the file says we have a closing at 10AM is that the end of it?" I asked.
"It is, I moved all my other pending closings to Michael Tate's office. You told me I could take them with me."
"I did and that's fine," I said. He had used the closings and probably the new accounts he was courting as his ticket into Tate's office. Tate was a successful firm, I was sure. No I didn't remember, but I knew Sam and he wasn't going to start over again. He told me often enough that he had his fill of struggling. So there it was a 10AM closing to suffer through, then I was free.
The clients were on time, but the Realtor was late. Nonetheless we finished by 11am, so I was satisfied. When everyone was finished, I asked Sam, "So are you going to take care of the papers?"
"Yes, I am going to file them now. I think I will go on home from there, if you don't have any parties planned. No I don't have anything planned, except to take the list of clients and double check that all the papers have been filed with the clerk of court." I saw the look on his face. "I'm just going to make sure for both our sakes, that all the I's are dotted ect."
I called a friend, from the list Jeff had put in my index and had her check everything. I didn't want or need someone from the clerk of court coming to see me in a moonshine operation. I laughed at the thought, since I didn't really consider the little operation moonshining. I considered what I was doing as simply preserving corn. Just as the notes, I had from the colonial times, referred to it.
I walked out to the sign just to see how it was built. I needed to know what I wanted to do with it. I found that it was a simple pole with a cross bar at the top. From the top hung a plaque with my information on it. Removing the plaque was simple. I didn't have any tools or really know how to use them, if I did. I also did not want anyone snooping around, so I made pictures of the hardware with my cellphone camera.
I passed Marie's barbecue restaurant on my way to home depot, so of course I had lunch there. I couldn't get the five gallon buckets on the trike, but I did manage the set of wrenches, the set screw drivers, and the gallon of spring water. Those I bungeed to the top of the battery box.
With Sam gone I began to mentally set things up. I made a list of things I still needed to buy. I needed a hot plate, with continuous temperature control. Not some push button thing, but one with an oven type controller. When I opened the bag of grain, I found that it was whole kernels. I checked my recipe again, and it called for ground corn or corn meal. Some quick research and I found for my tests purposes I could grind enough in a coffee bean grinder to do the job. The coffee grinder was designed for that kind of grinding.
The office had a little kitchenette break room, complete with a sink, small refrigerator/freezer and microwave oven. I had running water to cool the condenser, I had ice if it really needed a quick cooling. I added plastic ice trays to my list of things to purchase. It wouldn't hurt to have a few more in the freezer. I could quickly boil water in the microwave, if I needed to raise the temperature of the mash to dissolve the sugar or mix the cracked corn.
The next thing I needed was a driver to take me and the cruiser to Walmart. I chose Walmart more for the fact that no one there was ever going to remember me. I needed a friend to drive not a car service. It was a bitch to realize that I didn't have anyone I could call on short notice. No one I could trust anyway.
Who I called was the mad mechanic. He informed me that if I brought the trike to him after 3PM, he would have a trailer ready to attach to it. With the trailer I should be able to carry anything I needed, as long as I didn't need anything to large, he informed me...
While I waited for 3PM I rode the trike to Walmart. I left Walmart with the coffee grinder, and hot plate bungeed to the top of my battery box. I took both back to the office before I headed off to the mad mechanic's lair.
The mad mechanic had done it again. He built me a replica of an old school child's toy freight wagon. It was only a foot and a half wide and three feet long but it had four wheels and could be pulled like a child's wagon. It also had a hitch on the end of the short tongue which hooked to the hitch which had always been attached to the rear of the trike. Yes the mad mechanic had built in a trailer hitch just in case I wanted to carry something larger than a bread box. It wasn't cheap, but then nothing the mad mechanic built ever was.
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