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Chapter One
Search Party

Erik awoke to the bite of a crisp breeze coming in through the balcony shutters he had forgotten to draw shut the previous night. Without the thick griffin down blanket Kazin had issued to him, he would have shivered the night through. As he slowly opens his eyes for the first time that morning a sparrow flies in as though it had been waiting for him to arise from his slumber. The bird circles the room then lands atop the blankets between his crossed legs and chirps.
“What the devil?” Erik exclaimed unexpectedly.
The sparrow sprang from his blankets, made one more circuit around the room, and made its way out the window. As quickly as the morning interloper had appeared, it just as quickly disappeared. Confused and uncertain as to what had just happened, Erik chuckled, shook his head, and slipped his legs over the edge of the bed.
Already he had the figure and tan of a Master sword trainer. Erik kept his dirty blonde hair short; as he had learned during training, leave nothing for the enemy to hold. His body was lean and muscular as befitted a man who had decided to devote his live to protecting king and kingdom.
After Erik secured his leather slippers to his feet, he took a rare moment to examine the morning horizon as the sun also prepared for the long day ahead. He allowed his thoughts to drift over the events that brought him to this moment in time.
The king had always encouraged Erik in his chosen profession. His kind words or generous gifts were ample evidence of the kings’ preference. If he wanted a reminder, all he need do is glance around his room. Erik often imagined himself as his majesties ill-begotten son but knew better than to allow him to become that familiar with the king. Although he longed to call the king father all he could ever be was “Lord Meznon.”
Erik had no idea what kind of life he would have had if his real father would have been a part of it and he had no desire to imagine the possibility. Instead, he found his mind turning to a time that he remembered fondly.
There were not many times that Erik could recall when He and Lord Meznon were alone together. It was a pleasant spring afternoon and Erik was off duty. He had planned on going down to the market place to pick up some much needed supplies when there was a knock on the door that interrupted his plans for the day.
A palace servant was waiting with a message from the king. He desired Erik to accompany him to the Eastern Shore docks. He knew how much the king enjoyed his occasional fishing trips and looked forward to sharing that time with him.
He left to meet him and his escort at the stables and they headed to the docks. The trip there was uneventful and went with no words spoken between him and the king. It was not until they reached the docks that the king finally addressed him.
“Where do you think the best spot will be today Erik?”
The docks of the Eastern Shore were the least busy but even still, there was more activity than any fish would like. After the docks, a little bit down the shore there was a little cove.
“That looks like a perfect spot my Lord.” Erik responded after some thought.
“Yes, I’d have to agree with you on that; it does look like a lovely spot.”
The closer they drew to the chosen fishing spot, the more at ease Lord Meznon appeared. The strong shoulders that bared the burdens of an entire kingdom seem to relax some and a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Erik could easily attribute this change to the weather that day. The sun was shining beautifully off the water and the small breeze that gently swayed the branches of the nearby trees kept the afternoon pleasant.
As the king dismounted, he motioned for Erik to come near. He started to unpack his fishing gear and Erik noticed there where two poles.
“Would you like to join me Erik?”
“I would welcome the chance Lord Meznon.”
“Just Meznon will be sufficient for now.”
“Your majesty I could never.”
“Please relax Erik; everyone needs a break from titles now and again, even I.” The king placed his hand on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly.
“Yes Meznon.” Erik replied.
Meznon was a name that commanded authority without the precursors of lord or king. For him to speak it so casually would invite scorn were it not a command. The rest of the afternoon, they spent talking about nothing important and enjoying the weather, not caring if they caught anything at all. The sun crept across the sky and all too soon, it was time to leave.
“My king, it’s getting late perhaps we should be getting back.” The king reeled the last few lengths in on his line and hesitantly replied.
“Yes I guess it is time to don my regal robes of governance once more, let us be on our way.”
“Thank you for allowing me to accompany you today your majesty.”
“You were pleasant company and more importantly you didn’t scare away all of the fish.” The king directed a full smile towards Erik.
No time to spend all of his morning reminiscing about the past, Erik started to perform his daily morning rituals. Before he could finish though, Damanar burst through the chamber doors.
“The king requires your presence in the throne room, come quick.” He snapped, and fled the room.
Erik quickly finished up and retrieved his sword belt from his closet. Lashing the belt around his waist, he darted out of his chambers. He ran through the seemingly endless corridor of the royal hall, counting the large white marble pillars as he went by. Twenty-four on each side of the hall, a number he had counted many times before. He had been here many times before as Damanar instructed a magical self defense course.
Damanar was the master of the Maagi, the Royal Mage guild. He typically wore a burgundy robe that had white borders at the cuffs and hood. The image on the back of the robe was of a dragon trampled under the claws of a lion, the coat of arms for the kingdom of Meznon. Damanar’s long white goatee bothered Erik, and when he felt contempt toward Damanar, he often daydreamed about snatching him by it and yanking it out. Most disturbing of all was the scar that began at Damanar’s hairline and went clear to his cheekbone, strangely in line with his snake like left eye.
Damanar’s personality was a mystery to Erik as well. At times, he was friendly toward Erik showing sign of dislike. Other days Damanar responded to Erik with anything from mild contempt to open hatred. Erik much preferred people to be plain spoken and had no patience with trying to decipher his mixed messages. Erik understood the great responsibility the head Maagi owed to king and kingdom and felt that his “bad” days were a result of the daily pressures of the job. Today looked as though it was going to be one of those days.
Just thirty paces or so behind Damanar, Erik reached the end of the hall and pushed the large heavy oak doors open. He passed under the arched doorway and came upon Damanar stooped in a bowed position before king Meznon. He quickly bowed down next to Damanar and awaited one of them to speak first.
Moments pass before finally the uncomfortable silence is broken. “My lord what troubles you?” Damanar questioned.
“Raise please” the king stated solemnly from his position on the throne. He wore a disconcerted look on his pale face as he look down on them. Slowly he began to speak, “As you both know, I allowed Kazin to go on a hunting expedition in my fields as he had requested some time ago. He was due back last night and has not returned. Now normally this would not be cause for great concern but a returned messenger reported seeing signs of ogre and trolls about in the area.” He paused a moment, scratched his chin, and sighed. “I know that Kazin is capable of taking care of himself in the worst of situations. However, I can ill afford the loss of the best sword in my kingdom and truth be told I count him as a trusted advisor and dear friend and look forward to his safe return. Moreover, if we are able to confirm the messengers fears, then something must be done, I cannot very well tolerate vermin encroaching upon our land and endangering our people. That is why I am sending you Erik. I’d like you to lead a small party to scout the area and determine the accuracy of these rumors and to ensure that your captain can return safely.”
Lord Meznon then stared at the far wall for a moment in deep thought. “Damanar I want you to assemble a party of people you feel would be best to accompany our new Second Captain in a search for Kazin.”
Then he looked to Erik “Erik I want you back here before sundown tomorrow to report the outcome of your search. You are to leave upon Damanar’s notice once his party has been assembled for you.”
The king then addressed them both “That is all, you may go now.”
The two arose from their crouched positions, and took their leave. Erik marched back toward his room hastily; as his thoughts played back over their meeting with the king, he could not help but wonder why he could not pick his own men for the expedition. If the king did not trust his judgment then why name him second? Moreover, could Damanar’s pick be trusted on this journey?
As Erik made his way through the Royal Hall, he mentally took count of each pillar as he passed. Just a few paces behind Damanar, Erik recalled that first introduction to his less than tender training methods.
It was during one of his many training sessions. All the children standing in formation listen to Damanar’s stern voice.
“You must maintain a disciplined amount of focus on the task at hand.”
“What task is that?”
*SMACK*
“While some may reward you for speaking out of turn, when I speak you will remain quite. Unless I decide to ask you a question, is that understood? “
After the shock passed the anger settled in. The small boy rose to his feet and struggled to keep his balance. Fist clenched at his sides he was ready to spit out some fitting response. His thoughts must have been clear to see on his face because Damanar’s response was quick and to the point. Damanar’s eyes shrank to pin points and his body tensed, a quick word and the boys hair was suddenly raising on his head. Seconds later a shocking pain caused the boy’s body to fall twitching in a heap on the floor.
Erik’s face still sung from the slap, his body still remembered the pain. On that day, a little boy vowed that Damanar would pay.
Today that seemed like so long ago, he had experienced so many other events in the Great Hall. Banquets, masquerades, and knighting ceremonies, most of which Erik participated in as a server (a common chore for a squire). Of course, he did not serve at the festivities that took place two nights earlier, where the man of honor was himself. The occasion was his promotion to the rank of Second Captain. He had always worked hard in hopes that he could attain such an honorable position. Now it was here, his first command.
Erik reached his chambers just as Damanar went through the south exit toward his class. He began to pick up the room, and after making his bed, he took his slippers and sword belt off and walked to the wardrobe closet. He then picked out his guard uniform, a chainmail covered leather tunic. He then set aside his leather and chain pantaloons and his steel riveted boots. Lastly, he took out his mail coif, steel helm, bracers, and greaves. He put his sword belt back on and pulled the sword from its sheath. “Shhhhing” the sword seemed to sing as he drew it from its resting place.
At the age of nineteen Erik was one of the best fighters in the kingdom. With master swordsman Kazin training him, little else was possible. The beautiful long sword was Erik’s specialty, a sheer pleasure to his thoughts. Kazin was so pleased with his training that he had the castle’s blacksmith make this sword for Erik as a gift on his promotion day. He was not sure where the blacksmith had found the rare materials to construct such a beautiful weapon but it was a remarkable sight. The guard was studded with black opal and hematite gems that were bordered by the purest of silver, which trailed into the blade where it make intricate swirls on the mirror like steel a quarter of the way up then came to a point. Erik returned the sword to its sheath and started out the door.
As he closed his chamber door behind him, Kazin’s squire Arthus came running down the royal hall’s corridor toward him carrying a banner and a scroll. “Captain Erik.” The boy said as his pace quickened. “I have some things for you; the king requested that you take them with you.”
The boy carried the kingdoms purple and white banner rolled up, that was evident.
“What do you bring?”
“I’m not sure sir, there are some things rolled up in this banner.”
“Thank you.” Erik said as the boy handed him the items and turned to take his leave. “Arthurs” Erik said loudly.
“Yes, Captain?”
“Go to the kitchens and have the cooks prepare trail snacks, without meat, for the party that will be traveling today. I imagine it should be at least twenty people.”
“Yes, Captain.” Arthus turned to leave at once.
Erik returned to his room to unroll the banner on his desk. The contents inside were a silver ring and a scroll. Erik took a moment to examine the ring. It was a ring of fine silver with a ban of blue stone running though it’s center. He set the ring aside and pick up the scroll. The unbound scroll contained a letter penned in the king’s very own hand. It read:








Erik,
Recent events have led me to believe that a piece of history has reawakened. The accuracy of this thought I am unsure of, but one thing I am certain of is the need for caution on your search for the Captain. I have always known that you would prove yourself to me, and I regard you like my own son. Nevertheless, duty always comes first, so it has been my obligation to have you taught the ways of a kingdom’s social hierarchy. Wear the ring that I have enclosed with this message, I believe you will find it of great use. I cannot tell you exactly what it does, for I am not sure myself, but it has always brought me good luck.
Please be careful,
King Meznon

“I wonder what, ‘A piece of history’ means?” Erik said aloud.
“It means to take heed.” Damanar relayed as he rolled around the corner of the door into Erik’s chambers. “I guess you’ve never heard about the king’s enemies.” He spat at Erik’s naivety.
“What enemies?”
“Everyone has enemies you know.” Damanar said as he began circling around Erik. Erik did not move. “Even you have enemies. Enemies caused by jealousy and spite for the ill attention they have earned in your overcast.” Now he stood in front of Erik again.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Erik said clenching his teeth in both anger and fear. Damanar intimated Erik. He knew what Damanar was capable of doing, and did not want to upset him any further than he apparently already was.
“Dear boy, do you feel threatened?” Damanar noticed Erik’s fear easily.
“I wouldn’t threaten the King’s pet, and why should I, you have earned your keep, and I merely intend to warn you of the party that I have assembled for you. The same people that have trained by your side during most of your classes with Clerisi master Betrimus, and I.”
He walked over to the banner on Erik’s desk and grabbed the frills at its tail. “Surely you know that mutiny in the ranks does happen?” He twisted his head like a snake back at Erik. “I will instruct the party I assembled for you to listen to your every word, but there are no guarantees with those who may feel they could lead this trek better than you.”
He flicked the banner frills off his fingers and walked back toward Erik. “You may be the better at swordplay; however the true test of your judgment only comes to you now.”
Damanar’s scarred face seemed to stare directly into Erik’s eyes. “Your party shall meet our arrival at the saddle house.”
Damanar turned and headed out of the door. Every statement Damanar had made to Erik was like a veiled threat of some sort. If one of his other former teachers had given the warning, it would not have contained so much venom. It occurred to Erik that Damanar seemingly avoided his question. What enemies does the king have? None of the headmasters had ever mentioned any quarrels the king had with any other kingdoms or persons in general. Damanar must be plotting something, Erik thought. Erik went to his desk and grabbed the banner and ring. He put the ring on his finger and started out toward the stables.
The path to the stables was down a huge flight of stairs, wide enough for eight men to walk abreast up or down, with a six-foot tall wall on either side. The steps showed the age of the castle, each crevice blackened by rain and dirt. Now grayed over, Erik always thought that the stone was probably once white. Half way down, the stairs stopped at a plateau that branched out in four directions. To the right was the clerisy guild’s tower where Betrimus was probably holding sessions since he had not appeared in the throne room. To the left was the Maagi guild’s tower where Erik could imagine the students toiling away at their studies as Damanar had instructed during his absence. Erik continued down the stairs to the bottom, where he could see Damanar just rounding the corner toward the stable. Halfway to reaching the bottom he heard a voice behind him.
“Hello Captain Erik sir.”
Erik turned and saw Catarina pedaling down the stairs rapidly to catch him. Her figure sleek in white pantaloons, brown lace up boots, and white cloak that nearly dusted the ground, she was definitely the best-looking girl in service. She looked up from watching her feet go down the stairs and gave a soft smile. Catarina tantalized Erik just by the way she walked. They had been the best of friends since she came to the Clerisi guild when Erik was twelve. Erik swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Oh come on Cat, you don’t have to call me Captain.” Erik stated.
“Oh yes I do. You are a Captain now, and I am going to be in your search party.”
“You mean Damanar actually chose you to go?” Erik said befuddled.
Typically, Damanar would never have chosen Catarina to go on any mission with Erik since they were obviously attracted to one another.
“Well, at first he wasn’t going to let me, but master Betrimus insisted. He said I was the best in the class, and since I was ahead in my studies…”
“You get to go, that’s great.” Erik cut in.
He stood there a moment feeling the excitement surge through his body.
“Come on captain you do not want to be late!” Cat shouted as she bound down the stairs ahead of him. Erik’s’ head quickly cleared and he headed down the stairs after her.
Now coming close to the bottom of the stairs Erik looked up from his feet and saw the huge dominating steel gate. By Erik’s estimate, the castle seemed impenetrable. Its main defense was two massive walls. The outer wall that surrounded the entire city of Karast was twenty feet wide. Walkways on top of the wall connected guard towers every twenty-five feet. Every entrance into the city was a hallway that ran though the thickness of the wall. At both ends were large steel vertical gates and wooden doors with steel hinges and bar locks. While passing though the hallways, if one was to look up, you would see murder holes for archers and trap doors for hot oil. Around the entire outside of the outer wall was a dry mote lined with sharp steel rods sunk into the masonry. The inner wall was similar, only without the mote. Both walls were constantly manned, the outer by a trained city militia and the inside by a royal guard picked personally by the king.
Erik finally reached the bottom of the seemingly endless stairs, rounding the left corner toward the stables.
The royal stables were a show of the true vastness of the king’s fortune. Over a thousand horses were in the kings’ possession. The stable area was nearly a city of its own consisting of some twenty-four hay shacks, thirty running pens, four huge stables, and housing for all of the stable hands. Each stable could house over 250 horse and had a …….. Seven horses to a pen and thirty pens, and Erik could still spot his steed.
Erik’s horse was a beautiful white stallion; it stood about seventeen hands tall. The horse noticed Erik, let out an excited whinny, and began to prance about the pen ecstatically. Erik jogged to the pen where the horse was running.  

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DEAD MONKEYS

I LIKE MONKEYS.
THE PET STORE WAS SELLING THEM FOR FIVE CENTS A PIECE.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS ODD SINCE THEY ARE NORMALLY A COUPLE THOUSAND A PIECE.
I DECIDED NOT TO LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH, SO I BOUGHT 200 OF THEM.
I LIKE MONKEYS.
I TOOK MY 200 HUNDRED MONKEYS HOME.
I HAVE A BIG CAR.
I LET ONE OF THEM DRIVE.
HIS NAME WAS SIGMUND.
HE WAS RETARDED.
IN FACT NONE OF THEM WERE REALLY BRIGHT.
THEY KEPT PUNCHING THEMSELVES IN THE GENITALS.
I LAUGHED.
THEY PUNCHED ME IN THE GENITALS.
I STOPPED LAUGHING.
WHEN I GOT HOME, I HERDED THEM INTO MY ROOM.
THEY DIDN’T ADAPT VERY WELL TO THEIR NEW ENVIRONMENT.
THEY WOULD SCREECH AND HURL THEMSELVES OFF THE COUCH AT HIGH SPEEDS AND SLAM INTO THE WALL.
ALTHOUGH HUMOROUS AT FIRST, THE SPECTACLE LOST ITS NOVELTY HALFWAY INTO ITS THIRD HOUR.
TWO HOURS LATER I FOUND OUT WHY ALL THE MONKEYS WERE SO INEXPENSIVE.
THEY ALL DIED.
NO APPARENT REASON.
THEY ALL JUST SORT OF DROPPED DEAD.
KINDA LIKE WHEN YOU BUY A GOLDDFISH AND IT DIES FIVE HOURS LATER.
GOD DAMN CHEAP MONKEYS.
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. THERE WERE 200 DEAD MONKEYS LYING ALL OVER MY ROOM ON THE BED, IN THE DRESSER, HANGING FROM MY BOOKCASE.
IT LOOKED LIKE I HAD 200 THROW RUGS
I FLUSHED ONE OF THEM DOWN THE TOILET
IT DIDN’T WORK.
IT GOT STUCK.
THEN I HAD ONE DEAD WET MONKEY AND ONE HUNDRED NINETY-NINE DEAD, DRY MONKEYS.
I TRIED TO PRETEND THAT THEY WERE JUST STUFFED ANIMALS.
THAT WORKED FOR A WHILE, THAT IS, UNTIL THEY BEGAN TO DECOMPOSE.
IT STARTED TO SMELL REAL BAD.
I HAD TO PEE BUT THERE WAS A DEAD MONKEY IN MY TOILET AND I DIDN’T WANT TO CALL A PLUMBER.
I WAS EMBARRASSED.
I TRIED TO SLOW DOWN THE DECOMPOSITION BY FREEZING THEM.
UNFORTUNATELY THERE WAS ONLY ENOUGH ROOM FOR TOW AT A TIME, SO I HAD TO CHANGE THEM EVER 30 SECONDS.
I ALSO HAD TO EAT ALL THE FOOD IN THE FREEZER SO IT DIDN’T GO BAD.
I TRIED TO BURN THEM, BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW THAT MY BED WAS FLAMMABLE.
I HAD TO EXTINGUISH THE FIRE.
THEN I HAD ONE DEAD, WET MONKEY IN MY TOILET, TWO DEAD, FROZEN MONKEYS IN MY FREEZER, AND ONE HUNDRED NINTEY-XEVEN DEAD, CHARRED MONKEYS IN A PILE ON MY BED AND THE ODOR WASN’T IMPROVING.
I BECAME AGITATED AT MY INABILITY TO DISPOSE OF THE DEAD MONKEYS AND I REALLY HAD TO USE THE BATHROOM.
SO I WENT AND SEVERELY BEAT ONE OF THE MONKEYS.
I FELT BETTER.
I TRIED THROWING THEM AWAY, BUT THE GARBAGE MAN SAID THAT THE CITY WAS NOT ALLOWED TO DISPOSE OF CHARRED PRIMATES.
I TOLD HIM I HAD A WET ONE.
HE COULDN’T TAKE IT EITHER.
I DIDN’T BOTHER ASKING ABOUT THE FROZEN ONES.
I FINALLY ARRIVED AT A SOLUTION.
I GAVE THEM OUT AS CHRISTMAS GIFTS.
MY FRIENDS DIDN’T QUITE KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
THEY PRETENDED TO LIKE THEM, BUT I COULD TELL THEY WERE LYING.
INGRATES.
SO I PUNCHED THEM IN THE GENITALS.
GOD, I LIKE MONKEYS.  

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The Plan!
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Robin Williams, wearing a shirt that says "I love New York" in Arabic.

You got to love Robin Williams......Even if he's nuts! Leave it to Robin Williams to come up with the perfect plan. What we need now is for our UN Ambassador to stand up and repeat this message.

Robin Williams' plan...(Hard to argue with this logic!)

"I see a lot of people yelling for peace but I have not heard of a plan for peace. So, here's one plan."

1) "The US will apologize to the world for our "interference" in their affairs, past & present. You know, Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Noriega, Milosevic, Hussein, and the rest of those "good 'ole' boys", we will never "interfere" again.

2) We will withdraw our troops from all over the world, starting with Germany, South Korea, the Middle East, and the Philippines. They don't want us there. We would station troops at our borders. No one allowed sneaking through holes in the fence.

3) All illegal aliens have 90 days to get their affairs together and leave. We'll give them a free trip home. After 90 days the remainder will be gathered up and deported immediately, regardless of whom or where they are. They're illegal!!! France will welcome them.

4) All future visitors will be thoroughly checked and limited to 90 days unless given a special permit!!!! No one from a terrorist nation will be allowed in. If you don't like it there, change it yourself and don't hide here. Asylum would never be available to anyone. We don't need any more cab drivers or 7-11 cashiers.

5) No foreign "students" over age 21. The older ones are the bombers. If they don't attend classes, they get a "D" and it's back home baby.

6) The US will make a strong effort to become self-sufficient energy wise. This will include developing nonpolluting sources of energy but will require a temporary drilling of oil in the Alaskan wilderness. The caribou will have to cope for a while.

7) Offer Saudi Arabia and other oil producing countries $10 a barrel for their oil. If they don't like it, we go someplace else. They can go somewhere else to sell their production. (About a week of the wells filling up the storage sites would be enough.)

cool If there is a famine or other natural catastrophe in the world, we will not "interfere." They can pray to Allah or whomever, for seeds, rain, cement or whatever they need. Besides most of what we give them is stolen or given to the army. The people who need it most get very little, if anything.

9) Ship the UN Headquarters to an isolated island someplace. We don't need the spies and fair weather friends here. Besides, the building would make a good homeless shelter or lockup for illegal aliens.

10) All Americans must go to charm and beauty school. That way, no one can call us "Ugly Americans" any longer. The Language we speak is ENGLISH...learn it...or LEAVE...Now, isn't that a winner of a plan?

"The Statue of Liberty is no longer saying "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses." She's got a baseball bat and she's yelling, 'you want a piece of me?' "  

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7 days East on highway # 114 – ¾ mile to Stowe Rd. Left to 2nd gravel drive on left.
Has circle drive, Put paper in tube. (dunlap)

Back to 114

7 days Left on 114 to milk truck and cow statue. Put paper in circle drive. (estridge)

7 day Olney tire and lube – put paper @ entry door.

7 day Olney fuel convenience store, put paper at front door.

7 day Left on 114 – back right on Hutchins Rd. – 1st house on left, in driveway. (lisle)

7 day Stay on Hutchins to 1st gravel drive on left, turn in, put paper behind house @ garage door. (keeter)

7 day Go back right on hutchins to 1st gravel drive on left, circle drive, put paper in tube (butler)

Back to town, right on # 79 at intersection, 2 blocks, and left on oak st.

7 day – 1 block – 1st house on left, circle drive, put paper on porch. 214 E. Oak. (dowdle)

7 day continue to Ave C, right, Troy Rodgers building on left, paper on porch. 313 Ave C (Rodgers)

7 day Right on Payne, paper @ trailer on left. 402 Ave C (Hardin)

7 day next left on Ave B, trailer on left, paper outside of fence. 405 Ave B. (Smith)

7 day Next left on bloodworth, 1st house on right, throw toward porch. 209 E. Bloodworth. (krunkel)

7 day next left on Ave C, 1st house on right, put paper over fence. 407 Ave C. (chisum)

7 day Go on to Oak st. Right on oak, one block to Grand, Right on Grand, 2nd house on left has tube on fence. 307 Grand (Sherril)

7 day Go 3 blocks to Edwards, paper at back of house in car port. 102 Edwards. (Perry)

7 day Back to Grand, left 2 blocks to end of street. On Dunagan, last house on right, put paper at back of house, over fence. 810 Grand. (Robinson)

7 day 1 block to Gray, 1st house on right. Ave E. Paper on Sidewalk. 713 Ave E (Burkett)
*1st house on second block*

7 day Left on Edwards, trailer on right, put in car port. 207 Edwards. (Lloyds)

Back and go right on Edwards

7 day 1 block to trailer on right @ front drive. 308 Edwards. (Bedford)

6 Day NO SUNDAY house on corner on left, front yard. 612 Ave F. (McDonald)

802 Ave F – Right, then back to Edwards, turn right (Sunday Only)

7 day go to bend left @ apartments, put paper on porch. 606 Ave G. (Dunagan)

7 day 605 Ave G, (wright)

7 day Left on howard, last apartment on right, put on porch. 407 Howard. (Davis)

7 day Next block, left, 1st house on left has tube. 601 Ave F. (smith)

605 Ave F (Sunday Only) (Wipperman)

Then go back to Howard

7 day Back up, go on down Howard, next block, right on Ave E, homemade tube on left. 506 Ave E. (Harris)

7 day House on corner on left has tube. 502 Ave #k


This is a Paper route...fun huh.....hehe  

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