Power Surge Ch 5Finally, three o'clock rolled around and it was time to head out to Bloomington. Per the FBI agent's orders, Shelly and I drove Michelle to the former furniture store, which was a former grocery store, in South Bloomington. It was a short distance from the old football stadium where I could already see some people had gathered.
"Don't look over there, please. Come inside, quickly." Agent Wright had come outside as soon as we parked. "You're early."
"I didn't want to risk being late," I replied as I hit the button for the lock. "What's the plan?"
"Come inside and I'll tell you."
We did so, coming inside the big empty room that was devoid of shelving and merchandise. In fact, it was almost completely empty - they had blacked out windows along the front side of the building, leaving adequate room for cars and people to traverse. In the southeast corner, there were carts filled with clothing and costumes, most of them denim jumpsuits, like t
Power Surge Ch 4Gathering around the dining room, we were caught unaware as Michelle came back with the FBI agent.
"Greetings. Miss Starsetter, Mr. Claxion," the agent addressed us.
I waved with my egg sandwich. "Hiya."
"I was starting to wonder when the FBI might show up." Shelly tossed her spoon into her cereal.
Michelle took a seat next to me. "What are my options, Agent Wright?"
"First off, let me assure you that the FBI stands by your action to save the child, Miss Peyton. Had you not been there, a seemingly random act would've caused the severe injury, perhaps even death or paraylisis, of an innocent child." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small I-pad micro. "You may be interested in this footage from a few moments before your appearance as Summer."
The three of us crowded around as he started the video from a MN-Dot traffic camera. From the vantage point looking north into the distance I could see the big arches of the twin river brid
Power Surge Ch 3The mall was the place to be on a hot June afternoon, and finding a parking space was tough. Though I preferred the fourth floor, I found a good isolated space on the sixth floor of the east ramp and we headed inside.
At first, the three of us just walked. Shelly had to slow me down, as I had almost forgotten that Michelle was with us. I was so used to making a good pace around the halls - that was good exercise before the stores opened, after all - I didn't notice how slow Michelle was walking in order to keep herself from building up too much of a sweat.
After nearly making it all the way around the third floor, we began to hear the music coming from Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. Michelle paused and turned towards the restaurant, and then turned towards an fenced patio across the way that belonged to Buffalo Wild Wings.
I could tell Michelle was thinking it was time to stop, but I didn't want to cause her to make an outburst there in the mall. Sure, there'd be room for Summer h
Power Surge Ch 2Suffice to say, there was only so much a person could do about such a problem without getting his hands dirty. Such as it was, I didn't want to get my hands dirty, especially after finally getting the house clean. A few days later, June 13th was to be the day I was scheduled to pick up Shelly at the airport, and I finished up an afternoon work shift so I could be free to meet her at the baggage claim by four.
As the weather was warm enough - heck, it was downright the most pleasant June I've seen in recent years - I kept my nicer work clothes on and drove straight to the terminal and paid for short term parking, finding a bank of benches nearest to Carousel #6, where Southwest Airlines flight 1663 would be arriving from Orlando International Airport at 4:20. City Pages in hand, I checked my watch and settled in. 3:46 PM. Sure, I was in for a wait, but this was a finite wait compared to how long the spring had been thus far. Shelly was going to
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By the time I put this next story to paper, I am pleased to report that it is well after the fourth of July and it is finally - Finally - nice outside this 2013. And though I could write a whole journal entry on the weather alone, surely there's more to report.
The story this time starts about mid June when I sent Shelly a photo of the backyard where Michelle and I were starting to fill the pool at last. It was finally warm enough outside, and though I didn't expect her to book a flight immediately - she has been babysitting Nauridia's newborn girl, Keilani that I've nicknamed Kiki - yet Shelly will now be flying home in a few days.
Needless to say, I immediately went into full-on cleaning mode. Sure, Michelle hasn't let me keep the house too dirty, but I wanted it to be sparkling when Shelly came back.
If only the damned vacuum would work when the power shut off.
"Ugh... what's with all of these power outages?" Michelle slapped the count