--- In [email protected], "jim_flanegin" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > I'm all ears. > I have another Manor story about almost getting arrested. One night I was being myself in the dining hall "holding court" and basically shooting my mouth off. At one point a State Trooper car raced by the dining hall toward reception and w/ out missing a beat I proclaimed "Well I guess they're coming to get me." Not realizing how prophetic my statement was, I finished my dinner and headed for the hallway that lead to the reception area. As I entered the hallway a huge 6'6" State Trooper (in full regalia) accosted me and asked "Are you Jeffrey A. Fischer?" Having answered in the affirmative, I was told "I have a warrant for your arrest." Now, you gotta realize that kind of a statement gets your blood a pumpin' and your adrenaline rushing. To add to the excitement, there were loads of people around, all of which were in need of some off duty action. The officer lead me to his vehicle and en route told me the warrant was for a bad check. About two months earlier my roommate had invited a "friend" to stay in our room while I was away for few days. Turned out his friend was a petty thief ex-con who had stolen 3 checks from my check book and cashed them at stores in Livingston Manor: 2 for $40 and one for $50. Fortunately (?) for me they all bounced (oh how I miss those stipend days ). I had already informed the establishments about what had happened but one mart had gotten burned so many times they had sent my check to the cops too. But, I digress. Back at the squad car, I was doing some fast thinking. There were about 100 meditators swirled around near the squad car at what I guess they assumed to be a safe distance. Now this particular State Trooper seemed to me to have been at the back of the brains line in his current incarnation, so I hoped my plan would work. I asked him if he had the check with him. He said he did. Like a good magician, I asked him not to let me see it. I asked if he had a pad and a pen. He provided them. I signed my name. I then asked him to compare to the check. He held them both up. He stared at my signature, check signature, me. My signature, check signature, me. A hush fell over the crowd. I held my breathe ( I thought doing pranayama was in appropriate at that moment). Finally he said: "Well, it doesn't look like the same, but don't leave town, I might be back." And he got in his vehicle and I started to breathe again. And the held back crowd immediately swarmed me. With the scent of victory still sweet in the air, I brushed the questions aside cavalierly with " Oh, just a misunderstanding." After the crowd thinned, the excitement having passed, one of the three young govs (who were affectionately referred to as the three gunas) that were running the place, Michael (don't remember last name) came up and said "I thought we almost lost you there" and wanted to question me more about the incident. But it was my moment and I gave the above response again and booked it the hell out of there.
Jeff PS Man, telling these stories really brings those days back. I have one more about "Casey at the Bat" during a Manor talent show, but don't want to impose unless some are interested. Those were hard, fun, exciting times. To subscribe, send a message to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Or go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/ and click 'Join This Group!' Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
