I walked slowly and quietly on my way home, it was cool brisk evening and I had a lot to think about. I'd been recruited to participate in a motorcade in a state I didn't know and with people I've never met. I knew thing would be hostlie, how could they not. Police Officers in Dallas see a cop from Seattle come for a few days just to be seen,it wouldn't go down well. My coat was light brown and made of suade, it didn't keep very cool but it looked nice. I shrugged waying th e pros and cons I thought it was a good chance. So I turned a corner and walked up the driveway of my home and turning the key pushed my way into my home.

I liked my house it wasn't the lavish castle you would see a movie star in but it suited me just fine, I shook in the newfound warmth of my humble home, I chuckled my sons would say my humble abode but not me they could have their fancy words and clothing I was happy to sit back with a ballentine beer and watch the game. I walked slowly, into my home closing the door. I walked through the front of the house to kitchen and ran into Hester was waiting in a small wooden chair, I assumed Frasier and Niles were in bed and had been for hours, I knew I was late on the way home I had found a badly mangled dog and made a detour to deliver it to a shelter. Maybe that made me later than I thought but the dog was almost dead, I had to do waht I did.

"You're late." Hester said, she was calm and quiet when she said it and she let me have my time to speak.

"Look, I'm sorry, I had to speak Wally and then there was this dog..."

"A dog?"

"Yeah, poor guy was limping on the side of the road..." I opened the can of beer, "I had to help him."

"A dog?"

"Yeah his name was.. Bart... No Bartholomew. Weird name for a dog makers the poor guy sound like a comic book character. Personally I'd prefer Eddie or Arthur, no Eddie." I said with my hand on the new recliner.

"Can we stop talking about dogs for a minute, we need to address us."

"What about us?" I said playing with the dial on the televison it was a small wooden box with a tiny screen, Frasier would say diminutive, I was happy with tiny. The reception was bad but at the time a televison was a novelty, I bragged to my neighbors for a wek when I it.

"Well, I barely know what you do at work accept for when we cross pathes when you need to analyze a suspect. And Niles keeps having nightmares about missiles in Cuba."

"I thought we sheilded him from a that." I watched Gilligan scurry up a coconut tree.

"Honesty, you pay more attention to Gilligan's Island than to me." Hester said.

"Okay you wanna' talk 'bout my work?"

"Yeah what'd Wally want to talk about?"

"He told me I'm going to Texas."

"What?"

"He wants a Seattle guy there when the President visits."

"Can't you get out of it?"

"What? I don't want to get out of it! I wanna' meet President Kennedy."

"You're doing this?"

"Leavin' Wednesday. President arrives Thursday I wann' get a feal of the place beforehand and I need to meet everybody in the Dallas Police Department beforehand also."

"And until then?"

"Until then I'm Martin Crane, Homicide, Then I'm Martin Crane on President Kennedy's security detail." I said as Gilligan swam into the lagoon in a bout of panic.

"Okay. Goodnight.

Wednesday, November 20, 1963.

I stood in the middle of the road in Dealy Plaza, I looked at the underpass in front of me and then at the Texas School Book Depository. Two more days.