6/22/10
Yesterday was the first day of summer and the longest day of the year. And for some that merely meant more hours in their day to swim, play tennis or lounge in the sun. For me it meant waiting for precious information to make its way to my door. While it is a few days later than I originally thought it might take place… the information is now on its way to me and so I wait patiently for its arrival.
Still looking for the man in the fishing boat…
The young girl with the blonde hair that fell in a ravine…
The man who drove the fire truck…
No longer looking for the woman who was raped out by the VPD lake house…
Nor the meaning of the cheese cutter…
Or the man who died of a heart attack in his bed at 61 years of age one week after Charley was murdered…
And I finally figured out how Tifton played such a big role in this thing…
And why the #19 and #1545 are so connected to one another…
All this to say that the clock ticks… the hour approaches… and the expectations are high that soon… very soon, I may no longer be able to write at all about what I have learned. When you suddenly see this page go blank and stay blank.
You will know the package has arrived!
Until later then…
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