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You are right, I forgot about that pepper spray....that deputy thought the pepper spray would temporarily disable the naked man, but he was wrong...apparently spraying pepper spray on this man, was like spraying water...it did nothing to him..

And I do remember about the black man who got shot by the other deputy, and the black man later died...but goodness, that black man had a gun, and odds are if the deputy had not shot him, the black guy would have shot the deputy...

In Herzogs case, Herzog was white, and the naked man was black...so we shall see how this plays out...

my cousin carl and his wife betty live in san francisco
their son dave married his girlfriend last year
I was invited to wedding but did not go
(Bill and I did not want to leave dogs)

when betty called me in october to tell me bout family emergency back in nyc
she mentioned the bride's brother lived in tucson
and was shot by policeman

when I told patty in the pool (her hubby and son are both cops)
she said the guy had been sleeping with the cop's wife
the cop had been on suspension for having mental problems

it doesn't sound sensible to be sleeping with a policeman's wife

Well, since the REAL news on TV, and on the internet is just plain sad and depressing, perhaps I could make myself, and others a little happier, with probably the last and final story of the Uncle Oscar saga...

One year, a few days before Christmas, Uncle Oscar, for whatever reason, was not in a good mood, and of course, began drinking...he got morose, did not want to visit his village in the woods, yet wanted to get away for a few days...

So he called Aunt Pearl, his sister, and the oldest child of the 12 siblings...she lived in Philadelphia...he called her up, and wanted my fathers address in Chicago...Aunt Pearl used to write my mom and dad all the time, with pages long rambling letters of family doings...so Oscar was sure, that Aunt Pearl had the correct address for my dad...

So Aunt Pearl gave him an address, which he wrote down...Aunt Pearl never did ask him why he wanted the address, just assumed he was late in sending us a Christmas card...

Well, then Oscar disappeared from Frenchtown N.J., and boarded a train, bound for Chicago ....having disappeared, and being used to it, the family just assumed he went to wherever it is that he went to for his few days rest...so they did not worry and were not concerned when he turned up missing...they just figured he would come back when he felt like it...one of greatgrammies daughters was staying at the big house, and other relatives always dropped in to see what needed being done, so all was supposedly well...

But, little known to the New Jersey relatives, Oscar was on a Chicago bound train, with my dads address in his pocket...Mind You, Oscar never informed us that he was coming, so we were not looking for his arrival...

Now Oscars train pulled into Union Station in Chicago, in the middle of the night, something like 2am...Oscar grabbed a cab, gave the cab driver the address, and the cab took him there...the cab leaves, and Oscar goes up the stairs of the house, and rings the bell...no one answers...so he rings again...apparently the folks living there, had better sense than to answer a door bell ringing in the middle of the night...then Oscar began to knock on the door, knock and knock, and still no one answered..

Apparently the people could look through their windows and see that this man, my dear old Uncle Oscar, was unknown to them, and they were not going to open the door to him...

So then Oscar went into the back yard, and started screaming my dads name, at the top of his lungs, calling my dad, and saying he knew my dad was in there, and why wouldnt he answer the door to his Uncle Oscar...

Finally these folk called the police.. and the trusty officers from the Shakespeare Police station arrived, got into the backyard, and found a drunken Uncle Oscar raising a terrible rukus...they took him into custody, and took him to the police station...

Once at the police station, Uncle Oscar presented his case, about his nephew not opening the door to him...and being that this was now the day before Christmas, they tended to listen and perhaps try to help...Uncle Oscar showed them the slip of paper, with my dads name and address on it...well, the house where Uncle Oscar found himself was not our house...it was a house down the block...

The numbers of the street where we lived were '1817' but Oscar had written on his paper, '1718'...after a review of the phone book, the police believed they had found my dads phone number..so in the middle of the night, our phone started to ring...dad answered it, ,and it was the Shakespeare Police Dept. wanting to know if my dads name was such and such, and did he have an Uncle Oscar, from New Jersey...

Well, of course, dad siad yes, but was upset, not knowing why the police were making such an inquiry in the middle of the night...well, the police explained the whole situation, and said that altho they could have arrested and held Oscar on charges of trespassing, and disturbing the peace, being that this was the day before Christmas, they wanted to resolve this problem(They probably really wanted to just get rid of Uncle Oscar, and his drunken hollerings).....

So dad started to get dressed...by this time the whole household knew what was going on...me and my little brother wanted to accompany my dad to the police station as we had never been inside of one...but dad refused to take us with him...instead he went and retrieved Oscar and brought him home, to spent Christmas with us...

OH, it was a grand Christmas with Oscar...we had such a wonderful time, because he was so incredibly funny...we laughed and ate, and drank, and told stories...It really was one of my best Christmas times...

Now Oscar wanted my dad to take lots of pictures of him with us, to prove to the relatives back in Jersey and Philly, that he had indeed made the trip to Chicago...because since they were used to him disappearing for days, and going to his little hideaway place...he felt they would not believe him when he told them that he went to Chicago to visit us...so dad took lots of pictures, with Oscar and the whole family, and a picture of one of us holding a current days newspaper(Just like they do with kidnap victims)...by evening, Oscar wanted to go back to Union Station and catch a train back to Jersey...so we all went with....

We put Oscar on a train to New Jersey, and wondered what would happen when he got back home...

When Oscar got back to Jersey, no one even asked him where he had been, because they were used to his disappearances...so he had to volunteer to them all, that he had actually gone to Chicago...and of course, no one believed him...they thought he was telling a tall tale...it was not until he got those pictures from dad, showing him in Chicago, that they even believed him...

And thus ensued a battle of words between Uncle Oscar and Aunt Pearl...remember he called her, for my dads address...Now Oscar always claimed that Aunt Pearl was either so scatter brained that she could not read my dads address right, or she gave him the wrong address on purpose...

Aunt Pearl claimed that she gave Uncle Oscar the correct address, but that he was so drunk he wrote it down wrong...

That verbal debate went on until the day Aunt Peal died at the age of 96 or so...

We never did find out, nor will we ever find out, who did what wrong...all we know, is that Uncle Oscar wound up at the wrong house in the middle of the night, and gave some people he did not know, a scare, gave the police a hard time, and gave us a memorable Christmas day...

Bless you, Uncle Oscar, you were a true character...