A Review of the Realistic (Radio Shack®) Pro-59 Programmable Scanner Radio

For the record, I do not own the featured image on this page.

I must give credit where credit is due and I cropped it out of the 1992 Radio Shack Catalog.

Since the age of fifteen going on sixteen (September 2002) I had been listening to scanners.

I didn’t know such a device existed until the Summer of 2001 when I first read about them on

https://howstuffworks.com

Specifically:

https://electronics.howstuffworks.com/radio-scanner.htm

I had wanted one ever since, but at the time I was a no income fourteen-year-old with fiscally conservative and technology ignorant parents.

There was no way I could own one, not even an entry-level model.

Without getting too political, I believe that the prices of firearms and scanners are deliberately jacked up in order to discourage ownership of them.

Governments likely demand this but it also represents pure profit for the manufacturers of these ever so controversial instruments.

I will stand by this belief until I am unequivocally proven otherwise.

And by the way, if I can be proven totally incorrect; I will be more than happy to recant this statement.

…Anyway, enough of that…

Scanners are expensive there is no doubt about that.

And since I am living on a disability pension, I cannot afford the latest and greatest scanner really not even an entry-level scanner.

Then why do I own so many of them?

Well, it’s simple, I either buy older models at a very significant discount or people who no longer use them due to their obsolescence or perceived obsolescence give them to me and I always find a use for them.

In the late Summer of 2019, a friend of mine, gave me a Realistic (Radio Shack®) Pro-59 and is what this piece will be a review of.

It is not the oldest scanner that I own.

However, it is indeed the oldest scanner that I use.

This particular unit came off the assembly line in July of 1991 and while it may not pick up what most scanner owners want to hear (police traffic) it still picks up almost everything I want to hear. I believe it is an aftermarket rebadged Uniden made for Radio Shack, but I’m not totally sure.

It may be totally obsolete for the overwhelming majority of scanner users.

While I don’t have a very detailed list of the technical specs, I know most of them right off the bat and will give them:

Frequency Range:
137-174 MHz FM
406-512 MHz FM

So, it does not Aircraft or 700/800/900 MHz and that’s understandable. But it doesn’t get VHF Low Band either and that seems like a mistake on the designers’ parts, especially since there were a lot more VHF Low Band users in the early 1990s then there are now. But I get it, this was a budget-friendly entry-level model that had a price tag of $99.95 in the 1992 Radio Shack Catalog. By the way that is $184.45 in 2019 Dollars! The only users on VHF Low Band in my immediate area anyway are some cheaper baby monitors and my local electric utility cooperative. I have other scanners to listen to those transmissions, anyway.

There are only eight memory channels and it does not have a full frequency display. However, it can recall the frequency assigned to any channel but will do it one digit at a time. But since there are only eight available channel memories, it shouldn’t be too hard to remember what frequency was programmed on each channel.

However, it has a dedicated Weather Band Search at the push of a button and it does indeed get all seven Weather frequencies. That is a pretty big deal since not all stand-alone weather radios made in 1991-1992 actually received all seven weather frequencies!

You, the reader, may think that this scanner is a piece of junk by today’s standards, but I am about to tell you why that is not the case.

It may indeed seem very limited both in 2020 as well as 1992 but the receiver sensitivity is where this model beats all of my other scanners. I have a ~12 Inch aftermarket telescoping antenna connected to the BNC terminal on the back, but it pulls in signals loud and clear that all of my newer scanners don’t even stop on. And some of my newer scanners have better antennas as well!

I cannot seem to get a listing of this receiver’s sensitivity as rated in microvolts, but it must be very sensitive.

And that makes this perfect for what I listen to most namely, railroad and marine traffic.

I keep this scanner on my kitchen counter and run it most of my waking hours.

It is running as I speak, but I am in my bedroom at the moment.

There are several navigable waterways within a few miles of my residence and this wonderful scanner pulls in all nearby transmissions on VHF Marine Inland Waterway Channel (156.650 MHz.) It also pulls in the Coast Guard transmissions on the International VHF Marine Distress Channel (156.800 MHz), some fifty miles away in New Orleans. There is a railroad line about ten miles away and it pulls in the dispatcher clear as day and sometimes the engineer’s side as well. I have a local amateur radio repeater that I listen to programmed in there and it works fine as usual. Finally, I have the Fire Dispatch Channel for all of Terrebonne Parish, the Fire Dispatch Channel for Lafourche Parish Fire District 1 (where a good bit of my family resides) and I have two Fire Tactical channels, one for my local fire department and the other for a neighboring fire department. Almost everything this radio picks up, comes in clear as day. And the other times, the signal is still intelligible. One advantage I have is that I live on the second floor. I specifically asked for a second-floor unit so I could get better television and scanner reception!

So, yes, to most this scanner would be a dust collector, given to a thrift store or perish the thought recycled for parts.

However, I have given it a new purpose and I use it daily.

Despite its age of almost twenty-nine years at the time of writing this, it still keeps me informed and entertained on a daily basis.

It even has helped me maintain my sanity during this quarantine!

Most people my age that have to stay home are likely watching various streaming services.

I, on the other hand, listen to scanners, which may have a considerable startup cost, but are free to use. Well aside from the electric bill and the cost of batteries.

My biggest question is:
Will any of the scanners made in 2020 still be operating without issue twenty-nine years in the future?

I guess this, therefore, concludes my review of The Realistic (Radio Shack®) Pro-59.

And yes, I give this product a rating of 5 out of 5 stars because it performs so well and does everything it is supposed to do!

Hopefully, you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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A Review of the Radio Shack 12-248 Sports Weather Radio

Just for the record, I don’t own the featured image.  It is the property of Radio Shack.

I have been fascinated and intimidated by the weather since I was a toddler.

Likewise, I have been interested in electronics and gadgets since I was a toddler as well.

The overwhelming majority of my childhood took place in the 1990s, so I do have a fondness for certain electronic devices that were made during that time.

Now, the first time I ever set foot inside a Radio Shack was on December 26, 1994, and all I did was look at a few computers.

I wouldn’t shop at Radio Shack again until November of 2001 and I wouldn’t shop at Radio Shack on the regular until some point in 2002.

After that, I was in Radio Shack all the time, until most of them closed down in the mid to late 2010s.

When I was in my 20s, I discovered that there was a website that archived almost every Radio Shack Catalog ever printed.

That website is http://radioshackcatalogs.com/

I have since frequently used it as reference material in my research.

When I was in either my late 20s or early 30s, I was looking at the 1998 Radio Shack catalog on that aforementioned website and noticed a neat portable Weather Radio, The Radio Shack 12-248, of which this piece will be a review.

For the next few years, I had wanted one and frequently checked eBay for it.

However, either the price was too high or it was too beat up to be used.

Then in late April of 2020, there was one that appeared to be in very decent condition and selling only for $15 even.

I couldn’t pass this up.

So, on the evening of April 30, 2020, I made my purchase and it came in the mail on May 7, 2020.

The transit times with the Postal Service are agonizingly slow right now, but I think we can all chalk it up to this wretched Coronavirus.

…Anyway…

While I have only had this radio for a few hours, I am still thoroughly impressed.

Some of the features are:
Rugged, Water Resistant Design-This makes it ideal for outdoor use, especially boating in stormy weather.
Bright Yellow Cabinet-This allows it to be easily located.
Standby Alert Feature-Allows the radio to stay quiet until a Weather Alert is broadcast.
Alert Lock-Allows the end-user to know there was an Alert issued even if he/she wasn’t near the radio when it occurred.
Receives All 7 Channels-Will provide Weather Radio coverage almost anywhere in The United States but also parts of Canada and Mexico.

I read the instructions and learned that while it is water-resistant, it is not waterproof. This means that it would probably be ruined if it went overboard. However, it could probably stand up to light rainfall, which I mean it was designed for keeping track of severe weather while outside.

Speaking of that, the rod antenna is considerably long, so maybe that would be a lightning strike hazard if used outside during an electrical storm.

The price was a bit high, especially for 1998 ($49.99) but a lot of Radio Shack products in the 1990s were overpriced. However, they were built very well!

I’m not sure if the channel selector is a PLL tuner or if it’s crystal-controlled, but it pulls in station KIH23 loud and clear from about forty miles away. Even with the antenna retracted, the signal is still intelligible. Granted I am on the second floor, but most of my other weather radios don’t perform this well. The station even bleeds over into adjacent channels, even from about forty miles away.

I tested the alert feature and it is very oud and will get the end user’s attention.

All in all, it seems to be a good weather radio.

I cannot understand why Radio Shack only sold it for a year.

Maybe it was the high price?

One could go make a week or two worth of groceries in 1998 for that price.

As I stated on social media while talking about this weather radio:
“While I don’t think the Gorton’s Fisherman is a real person, however, if he was, I wouldn’t be surprised if he EDCed one of these [a Radio Shack 12-248] in his raincoat pocket while sailing in US or Canadian waters.”

Gorton’s Fish, especially the Beer Battered variety, has been on my mind a lot lately, and now I can eat it as I please. Both my ex-wife and my ex-girlfriend didn’t like to eat it. Now that I am single I can eat it all I want and not hear anything.

I could picture any fisherman carrying this radio though, and what would be cool is if another company would reboot this design but make it truly waterproof and maybe have a more compact rubber duck antenna tuned to the Weather Band. Another idea that I could change it to have a scan feature that automatically pulls in the strongest weather station, instead of a channel selector knob. Other than that it is a great radio and for its time it was excellent.

Nowadays one can get a portable and waterproof VHF Marine Radio with Weather Band and Standby Alert built it for around what this costed in 1998, maybe even cheaper if inflation is considered.

For those that can get one second hand and want to go fishing either inland or in the coastal waters, this seems to be great, if one can get it in decent condition. There have been quite a few Special Marine Warning issued in my area within days around the time of writing this piece.

I imagine that this radio would be great for those with a budget in mind, especially for other outdoor activities as well such as golfing, farming, or hunting.

I’m glad that God finally blessed me with one.

I give this product a 4.7 out of 5 stars because it isn’t truly waterproof and the antenna looks quite flimsy. Other than that, it’s awesome.

This, therefore, concludes my review of The Radio Shack 12-248 Sport Weather Radio.

I hope you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

Thank you for reading and may God richly bless you!

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Trustworthy

I began writing this in October or November of 2008 and edited it several times.  If it seems dated, that’s because it takes place in November of 2006.

It doesn’t teach the lessons I would usually teach, but I still think it is a sweet story.

Though the setting is a city called Melody, the real area that inspired it was Bayou Cane,  Louisiana, along West Park and West Main, around the time of Thanksgiving.  Between late October and Christmas, that area has always been inspirational for me even before I started writing.

So, without further ado, here is the story:

 

On a chilly November evening, a youngster caught somewhere between a boy and man named Luke Frost was getting off of his job at a gift shop in the city of Melody. He went to the circuit breakers and cut off the electricity; then locked all the doors.

Luke was a short and skinny nineteen-year-old with dark, slightly curled hair. Because he was starting out in life, he did not yet own a home or vehicle. Instead, he walked everywhere and rented a small one-room apartment.

On this particular evening, he was not in a rush to get home. Luke decided to walk through the park and watch the sun setting in the sky. After strolling for a spell in the park, he looked at his watch.

The hands indicated five thirty-eight, and he muttered, “I guess I will stay here two more minutes.” The time passed by quickly and it was now dark. “Well Luke, better get going.” He mentioned to himself. He knew he would be hard to spot in the dark as he was dressed in black pants and a navy blue work shirt. He also knew that the park was a dangerous place to be after dark. He began running to make his way out and safely get home.

Earlier that day Rebeka Stanley was riding on a bus from Blues City, with only a backpack full of possessions. She was on the run from some dangerous people. When the bus arrived at the station in Melody, she got off the bus and continued on foot, with no idea of where she was going. However, she felt halfway safe because her adversaries had no idea of her whereabouts. She saw a street sign which indicated the entrance to Melody Park and decided to go in. She also realized that is was now getting dark and cold. Her cell phone was dead, and to make matters worse she had nowhere to go nor did she know her way around Melody. Scared and lonely she decided to go inside the park restroom to at least give her time, rest and protection from the elements. As she walked into the entrance, a tall, dark angry-looking man shouted sexual remarks and made an advance at her. Immediately she pepper-sprayed him in the face and ran in the opposite direction. Frightened even more she did not realize the perpendicularity of the walkway in the park as she was sprinting until she and Luke Frost literally crossed paths. Both were knocked to the ground. A moment later Luke got up and pulled a flashlight from the side pocket of his pants, and shined it to see whom he had bumped into, as it was now pitch dark.

He saw Rebeka sitting down with her knees up, she was a very beautiful blond dressed in a brown knee-length skirt, a white blouse, and a black sweater. Luke was flashed by her and could see right up her skirt but quickly turned away from her, as he automatically had a reverence for her.

He asked, “Are you all right?” He paused but then continued “I did not see you coming and I am terribly sorry that I knocked you down…If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, I’d really like to.” He reached his hand out to her and helped her up as she smiled.

Back on her feet, she said, “I am also sorry I didn’t see you coming either.”

Luke stated with great concern, “It is dangerous here at this hour, you should be inside.”

Rebeka replied, “I…”

“What’s that?” Luke asked.

Rebeka continued “I have no place to go and some man almost had his way with me. That is why I was running.”

Luke now felt not only an attraction but now felt compelling compassion towards her as he said, “I could take you to my place, only if you would want that is.” Rebeka smiled awkwardly and there was a discomforting silence until Luke spoke again softly “Hey, I am sorry if I freaked you out. I am merely suggesting a place for you to be safe and out of the cold. I was not trying where I can take advantage of you. It’s just…”

Rebeka smiled warmly and said, “Go on.”

Luke continued, “It’s just I felt attracted to you when I first saw you. I now also feel much compassion towards you.”

Rebeka now smiled from ear to ear as she spoke sweetly, “I am hoping you really mean that.”

Luke put his hand towards her and held her as he said, “Of course I do. Now, exactly what brings you to Melody anyway?”

Paranoia struck her and she said, “Can I tell you later? I am afraid someone is listening.”

Luke replied, “Tell me whatever, whenever, wherever.”

Rebeka beamed and said, “You seem so sweet; I wish I could trust you.”

Luke nodded as he looked at her and said “I totally understand, the way I see it is trust is something that must be earned. It is up to you if you want to give me the chance to earn your trust.”

Rebeka smiled and said, “Yes I am willing to give you the chance. I mean what other choice do I have?”

He smiled took her by the hand and said, “My name is Luke Frost, by the way.”

She replied, “I’m Rebeka Stanley.”

Quickly they left the park and headed to Luke’s apartment. Rebeka undid her backpack, pulling out several changes of clothes, an MP3 player, and her phone with the charger. In the meantime, Luke removed his smart-phone and flashlight from his pockets and set them on top of his coffee table. They both sat down on the convertible sofa in peaceful silence.

Luke then asked, “So why are you in Melody?”

“A co-worker of mine was assaulted and I called the police. The assailants were arrested, but the case was unfortunately thrown out so now they were after me. I had to leave town, at least until this situation blows over.”

“How old are you anyway? I’m just realizing you might be jailbait and I might regret taking you to my apartment.”

“I’m twenty-five, actually, but I’ll take that as a compliment. How old are you though?”

“Nineteen.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got a job and I’ve got this place.”

“True. You’re doing very well.”

“Thanks, that means an awful lot coming from someone like you.”

Rebeka smiled and then there was an awkward silence.

Boredom and hormones overcame the situation and Luke decided to ask her, “What would you like to do Rebeka?”

To which she replied, “I feel dirty and would like to shower.”

Luke smiled and said as he led her to the bathroom “Right this way.”

He turned on the water for her and then walked out. She undressed, stepped in the bathtub and drew the curtain while Luke sat on his futon and waited for her. While showering she realized that she was starting to have feelings for Luke, and how wonderful she thought he was and decided to physically express to him those thoughts and feelings.

She walked out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Luke was sitting on the sofa when she walked into the room and said, “Guess who?”

Luke felt a tingle as he replied, “Wow you are so beautiful.”

“I am a mess.”

“Well, I still think you are beautiful.”

Rebeka blushed and then kissed Luke on the cheek as she said, “I know that I have found someone awesome!”

Luke tingled and twitched as he asked, “You really think I am awesome?”

Rebeka replied “Of course I do. Now, why don’t I change into something more comfortable.”

Luke replied, shaking, “I’ll be waiting here.” She winked and the walked off to change. When she came back into the room she was wearing a long white nightgown, with her hair down. She smiled brightly at Luke and asked him as he gazed at her, “Do you think I am pretty?”

Luke replied, “I think you are hot.” She pranced up to him, hugged him tightly and kissed his mouth as she said, “If you haven’t guessed already, I am also attracted to you as well.”

Luke smiled and said, “So what do you want to do right now?”

Rebeka replied with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she rubbed his chest “I saw you shaking earlier, you must have been shivering. Let me warm you up and snuggle with you.” Rebeka then paused for a second and said with slight anxiety “If you are all right with it that is.”

Luke smiled from ear to ear and said, “Of course it’s all right.” With that Luke rested his head on Rebecca’s belly and they covered under a blanket as they fell asleep.

A half-hour passed when Luke woke up to the sound of Rebecca’s belly gurgling. Right away he asked her “Are you hungry?”

She asked with a startled laugh “Luke, how could you tell?”

“I could hear your stomach!” Luke replied as he kissed her navel, then continued “I have nothing fancy, but I do have food.”

She answered, “Oh that’s fine; I didn’t have anything to eat since this morning.”

With that Luke led Rebeka to his table, microwaved her elbow macaroni with cheese and poured her some grape juice. After they finished supper, Luke turned on his world band receiver and tuned in a foreign station from The Ukraine. The music coming in over the airwaves sounded very sultry and provocative.

Rebeka looked at him in the eye and asked, “Could we dance?”

Luke answered “Sure, but don’t laugh at my two left feet.”

“Nah, I think you are sexy no matter what.” At first, the music was slow but then it switched to a fast-paced song. Rebeka swiveled her hips and spun around. Luke was extremely turned on. Rebeka playfully pushed him onto the futon and then hopped on top of him and kissed him wildly.

“I want to make love to you, but you’re so innocent,” Rebeka said with frustration.

“We don’t have to. We can just cuddle,” Luke replied, then continued,  “You seem innocent too though.”

“But my innocence was violently taken from me as a child,”  Rebeka said stoically.

“Then in my book, you’re still innocent!”

“Thanks, you are really sweet, Luke!”  Rebeka said as she kissed him, then continued,  “And it makes me want you even more though.”

“We will when the time is right and it will be perfect for us!”

“Where have you been all my life?”

“In Melody.”

Rebeka then giggled at Luke’s response.

Luke began to plant kisses on Rebeka’s head as she rested it on his chest.

“I do need some rest.”

“Then sleep in my arms. I will kiss you until you fall asleep!”

Soon they both fell asleep, in each others’ arms.

The next morning Luke woke up early. He quickly prepared breakfast then brought it to her as he gently rubbed her face, and said, “Time to wake up, I made you breakfast in bed. It’s just toast with jam cereal with milk though.”

Rebeka stretched and moaned as she spoke, “Still, I can totally get used to this.”

Luke replied, “Well, by all means, get used to it!”

She smiled and asked, “But where will I stay?”

Luke hugged her and replied, “Over here, of course.”

Rebeka wrapped herself around him and then said, “I think I love you, Luke.”

Luke replied “I love you as well, Rebeka. Thank you for counting me trustworthy.”

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Meet Aubrey’s Parents-Talking in the Loft

“So, I will ask you again, Aubrey, who’s this young man?” Her mother asked.

“Yes, and what are your intentions with my daughter?” Her dad added in, looking at Liam.

Liam became slightly stoic and nervous.

Aubrey came to his rescue and said to her parents, “Don’t be so hard on him, y’all, he was dealt a bad hand in life.”

“At least let him speak for himself, though,” Her dad said, then continued, “What’s your name, young man?”

“Liam Hartford.” He said as he finally collected himself.

“That name isn’t common around these parts.”

“Well, you’re right, I’m not from around here. But I am looking for work and a safe place to stay.”

“Well, I happen to know where you can get that. But my daughter has been tremendously hurt before, so I want to make sure you won’t hurt her. I will ask again: What are your intentions with her?”

Liam worked up the courage and said, “To be honest, I just met her today. But I do think she is a wonderful young lady, the little I found out about her and I think she could bring some stability to my life. Not to mention I think she is beautiful and sweet. We also have a similar past, so I won’t lie, I do like her and my intentions would be to at least get to know her, although if she is as wonderful as I think she is, I could definitely marry her and be true to her.”

Aubrey beamed from ear to ear.

“What is your past like exactly?” Aubrey’s mother asked him.

“Well, I had abusive parents who beat me for a yes or no. When I was fifteen I fought back and gave my dad a bloody nose. My mom called the cops and I was arrested. The sheriff molested me while I was in custody. I was also molested by two other guards in juvenile hall. I stayed there until I was eighteen then, when I was released I left that town and never looked back. That was a little over a year ago.” He paused, then continued, “Since then, I have been traveling around The States and parts of Canada looking for work and shelter.”

“How do you travel so much?” Her mother asked.

“I sneak onto freight trains.”

“Well, that is highly illegal and I know you don’t want to go back to jail.  Do you?”

“I have no other way to get around though. It would be nice if I had steady work.”

“Well, like I said before I can get you steady work.” He paused then asked Aubrey, “What do you think about him exactly, baby girl?”

Aubrey answered, “I think he is kind and genuine and that I can bring out the best in him. And after hearing what he told you and Momma, I want y’all to know I feel the same way about him!”

The winds began to die down.

“Well, with that being said, I’ll give him a chance. I’m Porter Gables and this is my wife Polly Gables,” Aubrey’s dad introduced himself and his wife.

Liam shook both of their hands.

Some sunlight, albeit still overcast was starting to show again through the shelter glass.

“I wonder if the tornado is gone,” Polly said.

“I can find out,” Liam said, pulling his scanner out of his backpack.

“Good, because I need to get back to cooking.”

Liam turned his scanner on and tuned in the Weather Band.

There was a message played about the tornado warning for their county being allowed to expire.

“I had a crystal-controlled tabletop model, years ago.  It’s put away now, though, because the durn thing doesn’t pick anything up anymore,”  Porter said.

“I bought this so I can know when a train is coming and where it is headed.  But it doesn’t use crystals.  I program whatever frequency I want in it.”

“Well, hopefully, you will never hop on a freight train again.  Now, I need to survey the fields and see if there was any damage to my crops. You are welcome to stay, but I require you to respect my rules and my daughter.”

“Don’t worry about that. I am very grateful, so I think I can live with whatever terms you come up with.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear!”

“Do you like green beans, Liam?” Polly asked.

“Of course. There was this old man I briefly stayed with and he made the most awesome green beans. But then he was committed to a nursing home. But just so you know, I’ll eat just about anything!”

“My Momma also cooks some awesome green beans,” Aubrey added in.

“Well, I cannot wait to try them.”

With that, they all exited the storm shelter.

Liam and Aubrey went back to the barn loft.

Polly went into the kitchen to resume cooking.

And Porter climbed on his tractor and drove back to the fields…

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Affectionate Refugees

I was inspired to write this story around August or September of 2011.

I slightly altered it in late January of 2020 and am now sharing it with the world

It is a total work of fiction but takes place during Hurricane Lilly.

Without further ado, here is the story:

…October 2002…

…South Central Louisiana…

Jonas Gibson and Brittany Cryer were on the run from a hurricane that was soon to be bearing down on the Louisiana coast. Though they were about to cross paths, they did not know it just yet. Both came from areas ordered to evacuate, just in different school districts, so they never knew each other.

Jonas came to the shelter with his large extended family, including aunts uncles and cousins.

Brittany simply came with just her mother, as her dad was never in her life, and she really had no extended family.

Jonas was seventeen, while Brittany was thirteen.

Jonas was about 5 foot 6, stocky and had dirty blonde hair, while Brittany was considerably shorter, about 4 foot 10, slightly chunky, had reddish-brown hair and was bespectacled.

The reason for Brittany being slightly overweight was that she had a mental illness, and took medication to keep it at bay, which in turn caused her to gain weight. Her condition made her somewhat paranoid and depressed most of the time, and the fact that she might lose all she had because of the hurricane surely made matters worse. In fact, all she took with her was her purse with medicine in it, a few notebooks with all her stories on them and her Red Energizer Find Me flashlight that she had purchased with her SSI benefits. Though she was mentally ill, she was one she always tried to be prepared, this was the reason for her owning a flashlight that could be found, even in total darkness. As she entered the shelter, the police escorted her and her mother to the place on the floor where they could sit and sleep. It was there that she first saw Jonas along with his family and was instantly attracted. Brittany, being a very creative aspiring writer, and considerably good at it, wished to share her work with someone. “Could this boy possibly be someone?” She wondered to herself.

Jonas was a loner, he did not really have any friends, nor a girlfriend. In his free time, he listened to his police scanner for amusement. But, the dirty things he heard on there ultimately caused him not to trust in his local government. He made it his point that when he became an adult, he would become a human rights activist of some sort and expose all their dirty deeds. That was his fantasy, but for right now he felt very lonely. He was also worried about what would happen to his possessions, as he too only brought the scanner and his 4 D sized Maglite, which could be used for his protection though not officially considered a weapon. He brought the scanner not only for entertainment but he also knew that the authorities would be engaging in highly corrupt activities during this hurricane, and he wanted to be in the know of all of it. Jonas was quietly listening when he saw Brittany for the first time and he too was instantly attracted to her.

Both stared at each other for a great while, smiling occasionally, until Brittany winked. Jonas blushed as he was highly shocked but equally happy that someone seemed to be attracted to him. Brittany giggled when she saw him blushing, and then she blew him a kiss. Jonas blushed more and Brittany giggled even more. She then motioned for him to come and sit by her. He got up and walked to her. He took his flashlight and scanner with him, then walked over to her.

She smiled from ear to ear and said, “My name is Brittany Cryer. What’s yours?”

“Jonas Gibson,” He replied.

Both awkwardly hugged, then Jonas continued, “It sure is nice to meet you.”

Brittany replied “Oh my gosh, now you’re going to make me blush as well. I saw you blushing over there and I think it’s totally cute,” She paused, then continued “Well you know, I think you are totally cute anyway.”

Jonas replied, “And just for the record I think you are very beautiful.” He paused then spoke again, “I saw you blowing me a kiss.  Could I give you a real one?”

Sweetly Brittany smiled and said, “Sure, I would love that.” She then closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Jonas leaned over and gave her a kiss right on her lips. She then held his head gently and petted it as she kissed him twice more.

Jonas asked, “Would you be my girlfriend?”

Brittany replied, “I’ll give you the same answer I gave you when you asked to kiss me: Sure I would love that!”

Jonas smiled from ear to ear, blushed and then kissed her once more. Brittany then held him, cradling his head in her lap.

There was a problem though. Jonas was in possession of a scanner. The corrupt deputy on patrol of the shelter saw that Jonas had a scanner and felt very threatened by him having it. In fact, he had secretly been watching him as he entered the building. The deputy saw that Jonas had let his guard down by talking to Brittany.

The deputy approached Jonas and Brittany with an angry confrontation, saying, “Y’all separate immediately, or you will both be put under the jail!

Boldly Jonas stood up and said, “What exactly are we doing wrong?”

The deputy answered, “Okay smartass how about lewd behavior, and possession of a scanner while committing lewd behavior. I can book you right now on those two charges.”

Jonas sulked and walked away with his scanner and flashlight. However, he then, defiantly, turned the scanner on full blast in front of the deputy.

Whose angry reaction was, “Unless you want me to take that scanner from you and shove it up your ass, you will turn it off and keep it off.”

Jonas walked off. The deputy then began to harass Brittany. She was shaking profusely as he yelled at her, “You are a nasty slut, for carrying on like that right in front of your mother. I ought to beat your fat ass for that.”

Brittany’s mother stepped in and said “Get away from my daughter right now before I file a complaint on you and have your badge on a silver platter. I don’t know who you think you are but if she wants to talk to him, that is, in fact, none of your business!” She paused then continued “My daughter is severely disabled, and she is also very lonely. If for once a boy comes and pays attention to her, she should not be able to see him? They are teenagers; they are naturally going to be affectionate. Now either stop harassing her or I will sue the sheriff’s office, for harassing and intimidating a mentally disabled child.”

The deputy then said, “Look, woman, we cannot have this lewd behavior in a shelter.”

Brittany’s mother became even angrier and then said “It’s not about that, and you know it. You are against that boy for because he has a scanner and probably he knows all about the dirty dealings your agency is involved in. My coworkers also listen to scanners and they tell me everything. I’ve got a good mind buy a scanner myself, record what I hear and leak it all to the press!”

The deputy was speechless as Brittany’s mother continued “Now let them be together or when this is all over, I will also let the press know how you treated my disabled child.”

The deputy was getting ready to reprimand Brittany’s mother severely but then walked off as he received a call on the radio to be on the lookout for extremely severe weather.

Brittany’s mother then approached Jonas and said, “I took care of the cop, you may come and sit with Brittany and me if you want to.”

“What if that dirty cop comes back and harasses us again?” Jonas asked in distress.

“Let him try. I guarantee you he will regret it!” Brittany’s mother answered with total confidence.

Jonas nodded then walked over to Brittany as he asked her, “Where did we leave off at?”

Brittany giggled and said, “I think you had your head in my lap and I was petting your head.”

Jonas happily kissed Brittany and then said, “Well, I think I will return to that position for now.”

Brittany giggled again, then she took him in with open arms and held him in her lap, once again. She began kissing Jonas’s forehead as he looked up into her eyes.

He spoke to her, “I am so fortunate to have found you. We need to keep in touch after it is time to go home.”

Brittany replied “Sure, I would really like that. We can spend time with each other and do things together. I’ve always wanted to do that, now is my chance.” Overcome with happiness, Jonas began to passionately kiss Brittany and hold her close to him.

The deputy came back and saw them once again engaging in their passionate but otherwise harmless affections.

And again tried to break them up but then his radio sounded with the dispatcher coming in, “Headquarter, all units, our parish has just been issued a Tornado warning. Please implement all necessary precautions!”

The deputy then said, “I’ll deal with y’all later.” Seconds later the lights went out. Brittany grabbed her Find Me flashlight, as she could see the flashing red LED. Jonas hurriedly grabbed his Maglite and turned it on as well as his scanner with earphones. He tuned the scanner to the National Weather Service broadcast. He soon found out that the tornado, spawned by the approaching hurricane was headed directly to the shelter. He took Brittany by the hand and her mother, along with Jonas’s family all went into the hallway.

The hallway was very dark, with the power being knocked out. By the light of the two flashlights, Jonas and Brittany listened to the police scanner, with each an earphone.

They heard chatter on the scanner, “I just spotted the tornado, it’s heading near a packed shelter. We can expect serious casualties.” Someone replied, “10-4, I will get the fire department and EMS personnel there on stand by.”

Jonas told Brittany, “Let me get on top of you so I can shield your body with mine!”

Brittany hesitantly agreed with tears in her eyes. Suddenly the roof blew off the building, and the sound of a freight train could be heard. Jonas was hit by flying debris and knocked out. Brittany screamed out of fright as she felt Jonas roll of her and onto the floor. She began sobbing as she held him close to her. The tornado was there and gone in a matter of seconds, but the serious damage was already done. Brittany, still sobbing, placed her finger in front of Jonas’s nostrils. He felt a faint flow of air coming back and forth. She sobbed even more, thankful that Jonas was still alive, but worried he might not make it. I time, the fire and EMS responders came into the hallway.

Brittany cried out “Help, help my boyfriend is unresponsive!”

The EMT’s examined Jonas and soon revived him.

He came to and spoke, “Brittany, where are you?!”

She cried tears of joy “I’m right here Jonas.” She kissed him then continued “You were knocked out when the tornado passed over and you saved me in the process.”

Jonas hugged her and asked, “Is the tornado gone?”

Brittany replied, “Yes I think it is.” Jonas’s scanner picked up an E-Trigger signal on the police frequency. He looked around to see the deputy that had been maliciously harassing them was crushed by the beams from the falling ceiling.

Paramedics were taking him out on a stretcher.

Jonas spoke, “Look, Brittany, that dirty cop got exactly what was coming to him!”

They both waved tauntingly at him, but he couldn’t move or talk. He did, however, have the angriest expression on his face.

Jonas then said, “We need to exchange our information, so when all of this is over, we can have a life together.”

“I agree!” Brittany beamed with happiness.

They exchanged phone numbers, mailing addresses, and online contact information. Soon afterward were transported further inland just as the hurricane began to unleash its main fury.

Brittany spent the rest of the evening reading her stories to Jonas as they fell deeper for each other…

TO BE CONTINUED, HOPEFULLY?!

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Why would I EDC a Weather Radio?

I get different reactions when I show off the items I EDC.

While, like most, I usually carry a tactical flashlight and some sort of metal tool or knife along with my keys, wallet, smartphone, and a wristwatch. My psychiatrist refuses to clear me for a concealed weapon carrying permit, but one day I might open carry my Ruger LCP. Without getting too political, I am absolutely 100% opposed to any and all forms of gun control!

As a Christian, I also carry a copy of God’s Holy Word, namely, the Bible. For doing so I get kudos from fellow believers and mockery or even hostility from worldly or lost people, but that is totally expected.

I frequently carry a scanner radio, but no one really bats an eye about that. In public, I am frequently mistook for a firefighter when I carry it.

There are two items I carry that frequently raise questions from others in the EDC community.

One item is a calculator which I can easily explain and most will accept the answer. After all, I’ve been fascinated by calculators almost as long as I have been fascinated by flashlights and that is since infancy. As a high school math teacher, my Mom EDCs a calculator or two for work, though in reality, she eschews them. However, she is the reason why I became fascinated by calculators. My Dad was a banking executive when I was born and I don’t know if he ever carried a calculator or not, because he was laid off from the bank a few months after my birth. He then switched careers and eventually became a special education teacher. Even though my Dad was a sporting goods salesman for a couple years during the career change, he isn’t into EDC at all. His Dad, my Paw Paw, was into EDC at least to some degree, although he only owned extremely budget-friendly items. My Maw Maw also carried a flashlight in her purse for as long as I knew her, until she became a shut in and passed on December 28, 2019. At one point I’m almost sure she had an old school Pelican MityLite 1900! There were always calculators around though while I was growing up and I had been carrying one on and off since the age of eight. So, even though I am fascinated by calculators, when asked why I carry them, I can quickly justify and have done so.

Another item that I continuously EDC is a pocket-sized weather radio. While no one has directly questioned my motives as to why I do so, I’m sure I at least get eye rolls when I post pictures of mine or pull it out and listen.

In this piece, I am going to give a testimony on why I personally carry a weather radio and while I don’t expect you, the reader, to follow suit, maybe my reasons for doing so will be better understood.

Let’s go back to the Summer of 1990. I was three and a half and my brother and sister were a few months old. My Mom was off from teaching school, but my Dad was at work, working as a sporting goods salesman. There had been some storms going on all day. My Mom had baked home-made biscuits earlier in the day. It’s something, I can fry chicken almost identical to Colonel Sanders Original Recipe and my Mom can bake biscuits almost identical to Popeye’s Buttermilk Biscuits. I taught myself how to fry chicken that way, mostly through trial and error but also by God’s Grace. However, my Mom got her biscuit recipe from an old Catholic monk. The storms had gotten progressively worse during the day, then our electricity was disrupted. At some point, it became dark as night though it was only midday. My Mom gathered us into the center of the house and we sat there by the light of an Eveready Commander 6 Volt Lantern. The model number was 5122.

Though I was always afraid of the weather, I don’t remember being too frightened. I think it was because I was holding a flashlight and even back then I was fascinated by flashlights. I stood in the hall eating a biscuit.

We had no idea if there was actually a tornado present because we had no weather radio.

There was a Sears transistorized AM/FM radio that was put away, but I guess my Mom was probably more focused on getting all of us to safety rather than looking for that radio.

Even if my Mom would have been able to locate that transistor radio, the battery could have very well been dead. There was no way of us to know when the Tornado Warning, if any, had expired.

At some point, the sky lightened up and the electricity came back on and I guess we took this as the all-clear.

Looking back, this probably had an impact on me and is most likely was caused me to have a compelling desire to be accurately informed.

As I am writing this, I am reminded that back in the day, weather radios were somewhat of a status symbol, associated only with the affluent. I mean they were heavily marketed to golfers, of which playing golf during a thunderstorm is quite risky, so a golfer would desperately need one. I wonder if Donald Trump ever carried a weather radio in his younger days whilst playing golf. To further back up my claim that weather radios once were and maybe still are a status symbol now, at least to some degree is that, I’ve only seen upper-middle-class and wealthy people in possession of one. I’ve never once seen anyone from the lower socio-economic positions to ever be in possession of a weather radio. I have even read an article or two about how the white upper class are almost the only ones who purchase weather radios and that poorer whites, as well as most minorities, don’t even bother purchasing one.

While at the time, my family was lower middle class and stayed there until between 1997 and 2000. Now they are almost upper-middle class.

I didn’t know there was such a device as a weather radio until the summer of 1997 when I was reading some hurricane preparedness literature.

I wouldn’t actually own a weather radio of my own until late December 2001. It was an Oregon Scientific WR-8000. Unfortunately, it killed on me in less than two years, but I did EDC it when I could.

I myself as an individual would be considered impoverished by most standards.

Yes, I’ll admit that fully.

The only reason I am able to afford a weather radio (and I do own several) is that I either purchase them on clearance as new old stock, a friend gives one to me or I buy one in gently used condition for a fraction of the cost.

Between December of 2001 and April of 2015, I had gone through a few portable weather radios, many of which killed on me, unfortunately.

I guess it is poor quality control because I did not abuse these radios by any means.

Since the Spring of 2006, I had wanted a Midland HH50B, but it would be over nine more years before I would actually purchase one.

I had some desktop models that were on constant standby as well as a Radio Shack Weather Cube as a backup.

Then one day in late April of 2015, my area was experiencing some severe weather. This weather resulted in the one and only train derailment on the Huey Pierce Long Bridge near New Orleans. The said bridge was about eighty years old at the time.

My standby models had alerted me to a Tornado Watch in advance.

Then there were quite a few Severe Thunderstorm Warnings issued.

My then-wife, now ex-wife, as usual, was watching television.

However, I told her to get dressed in case we would need to move quickly.

The amazing thing is, she actually listened to me, though this was one of the very few times she did listen to me.

A few minutes later we received a Tornado Warning for our Parish.

The sky, though again around midday, became dark as night.

My apartment manager invited the second-floor tenants to her unit which was downstairs.

My now ex wife and I left with the clothes on our back, though I had a Mini Maglite LED in my pants pocket and I also had an Energizer Weatheready 6 Volt LED Lantern in my hand.

We made our way down the stairs and across the parking lot as lightning fiercely flashed.

The sky was still dark as night.

Several of us stood in the manager’s downstairs unit, anxiously waiting for the weather to pass.

Minutes crawled by, but, then, finally, conditions began improving.

The cell service was in and out that day, so none of us could rely on our phones, for weather data though at the time I didn’t even own a smartphone. I would though, a couple days later.

Several young women were wondering when the Tornado Warning would expire.

Eventually, I walked back up to my apartment and retrieved my Weather Cube, which while battery-powered, is still basically impossible to EDC.

I stood and listened to the weather report then when the Tornado Warning expired, I let everyone know and we all went back to our units and resumed our daily activities.

That day made me realize that I should own a weather radio that I could EDC in my backpack and even in my pocket if necessary.

I knew I was going to bite the bullet and soon purchase a Midland HH50B.

A little over a month later, I was able to score one brand new with batteries for ~$10 and free shipping. Thank God for eBay! I had been wanting one for years, so I gladly purchased it with my spending money.

At the time, I was also a new smartphone user and when my new weather radio came in, there was some literature enclosed in the packaging about downloading Midland Weather Center for Apple and Android devices.

I did just that and subsequently downloaded it on almost every smartphone I have owned since.

Granted this app is unfortunately no longer available on Google Play, but it can still be downloaded and installed on Android devices if you know what you are doing.

As for the Midland HH50B, I EDCed it from June of 2015 until December of 2017 when my then-wife now ex-wife broke it in a fit of anger.

However, I liked it so much that I quickly ordered a new one and it arrived on my doorstep a few days later.

I still EDC it in my backpack everywhere I go. And if I can’t have my backpack with me but I know I will be away from home or outdoors for any given time, I will have it in my right pants pocket next to my EDC flashlight.

It has come in handy numerous times either for stand by alerts for severe weather when I am not home or for sheltering in place during severe weather and monitoring the progress thereof.

The times it has been most handy is when I go on road trips and I am the passenger. I use it in conjunction with my Midland Weather Center app and use the weather intelligence gained to assist the driver in avoiding severe storms. I’ve even used it to confirm that there were no tornadoes nearby when my Dad called and thought there were. That was on January 20, 2017 and I was traveling with a friend between Shreveport and Dallas. A day later, though, while heading back home I used my weather radio to keep track of tornado near Nacitoches, Louisiana.

EDCing a weather radio has been very beneficial and never once detrimental, so I plan to do it indefinitely

I don’t know if these reasons will convince you, the reader, whether to also EDC a weather radio or not, but I hope this piece at least validates my reason to do so.

I guess this, therefore, concludes my piece and I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even a little entertained.

Thank you for reading!

Scanner Drama

It was a stormy Friday morning in the Port City of Melody. Grant West, an eighteen-year-old senior at Melody High School was getting ready for the day. It just so happened that on this day his parents decided to take a weekend vacation and he would be home alone for the weekend. His dad was a port security officer and got him a part-time job under the table at a maritime supply warehouse near the city dock. Grant planned to help with inventory for the weekend and make extra money. He was a lonely teen who mostly worked and didn’t have much of a life outside of it. He knew his trade well and planned to work full time for the warehouse upon graduating. From handling the various goods on his job; he realized their use. For some time now he made it his business to carry a police-style flashlight everywhere he went. He also carried a portable scanner and a pocket tool where he legally could. He had saved up some money and purchased a restored army surplus Jeep for his transportation. Due to all of his mannerisms, Grant seemed militant, uptight and weird to most of his peers. In reality; he was actually a kind and genuine person, who was misunderstood easily.

Grant drove off to school just making it in time for the first bell. The first class, Trigonometry was difficult, but in time the class period was over. His second-period class was a course on how to be prepared for the workforce. Naturally, it was a breeze for him as he already had a job and knew what to expect. The third class was gym, but there were no sports being played because of the stormy weather. He kept to himself for that period, until he saw Adrianna Parker. He had admired her from a distance but was hesitant to make a move because he was afraid of her rejecting him. She passed by and he just watched her, then smiled. She smiled back at him and made his heart skip a beat. Adrianna was a very friendly and pretty girl of seventeen going on eighteen. She was a very caring person but did not care for most of the people at this school. She was not a loner at all but did keep herself away from the ones who tended to be fake or cruel. She was in a clique all of her own, a free spirit. Adrianna spent her free time writing, though she never showed anyone her work. Many guys wanted her, but she was waiting for the right one to come. She wanted someone like one of the characters in her stories. She was sitting in the bleachers reading one of her stories from a composition book and noticed Grant was staring at her. She looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and continued to stare.

“Would you like to come and sit with me?” She asked.

Grant answered, “Sure, I guess.” She motioned for him to come, to which he did.

He asked her, “So, why do you want me to sit with you?”

She giggled and replied, “Because I think you are cute and you remind me of some of the characters I write about.”

“I don’t see how.”

“Everything thinks of you as weird and you do scare people off. I, on the other hand, see you as a potential hero. You remind me of someone who could save a damsel in distress.”

Grant blushed then said, “Sure I guess, I don’t know.”

“I know,” Adrianna answered.

Grant then asked, “So what makes you think like that?”

She replied, “I am a writer and in the stories I write; male protagonists are just like you. I have them all written in here.” Adriana smiled and held up her composition book.

Grant blushed. There was a brief silence and Grant asked, “Well, could I see what your stories?”

Adriana smiled and said, “You may, but I would rather read them to you instead.”

Grant nodded and Adriana began to read aloud. The story came to a very sensual part. Both were beginning to feel romantic stirrings and both started to blush. Their eyes met and they prepared to kiss when, suddenly, the girls’ gym teacher saw them and shouted for them to separate.

“Let’s meet up later,” Adriana said and Grant nodded in agreement. About a minute later; the bell rang.

Grant began heading to his next class, carrying his gym shoes. They were a coveted pair by many that he purchased over the summer with some of the money he made while working. Suddenly; four guys from his gym class surrounded him and attempted to take the shoes. Lance Johnson, Benson Porter, Joe Price, and Bruce Gray.

Lance had made trouble with Grant ever since freshman year. He was a 17-year-old bastard and had no clue who his father was. Many admired his athletic skills, despite the fact that he had taken advantage of many innocent freshman girls.

Benson was not a problem for Grant up until recently. Mostly he was a show-off and had picked a few fights with him in gym class. Grant tried to ignore him, for the most part. Benson would get in Grant’s face and scream, just to mess with him. He was a lean muscular completely shaved 18-year-old football star.

Joe was also a football player and a tall well built red head of 18. There was a story going around that he was shot while trying to buy pills. The only reason for him not being expelled was that he was a star athlete. He survived the gunshot wound, but many students would make fun of him by saying “ready, aim fire”. This would anger him further.

Bruce was a short skinny and rich 17-year-old. He was not built like the others but still was a mess maker. From day one he had harassed Grant, and would make fun of him. He loved pointing out the flaws of others and also being a busy body. His weapon was that of a coward-spreading gossip.

Suddenly; Bruce took the shoes. Grant shouted, “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to take my shoes.”

Joe replied, “What are you going to do about it?”

Grant kicked Bruce in his instep and then in his groin, sending him to the floor, as he said, “That is what I am going to do.” He then took the shoes back.

Joe then attempted to take the shoes from Grant as he grabbed him and said, “I had a pair like these , but they were stolen. I’ll take these.”

Grant yelled as loud as he could, “Ready, aim, fire! You let me go or it will get ugly!” Grant thought that the scream would disorient his opponent. The opposite happened, Joe in a greater anger slammed him to the hard cement ground, then punched him in the face while the others kicked him from all sides. The bell rang and at the same time. Lance stomped on Grant’s groin.

Bruce licked Grant on his side and said, “That’s for kicking me, by the way no one likes you.” Joe handed the shoes to Benson and Lance kicked Grant once more. They left him there as he lay there weakened from his injuries bleeding slightly.

Adrianna was walking by and called out, “Oh my God. Grant are you okay?”

Grant answered, “Yes I think I’ll be.” She sat down next to him, and rested his head in her lap then asked Grant as she held him, “Who did this to you?”

Grant answered “I was attacked by four stupid jocks. ”

She rubbed his face gently as she said “Typical idiots. You didn’t deserve that. Grant looked up at Adriana, smiled and turned a little red. Adriana giggled and smiled back. Grant choked a little as he looked up into her eyes. There was an awkward silence for a moment then Adriana asked: “So what are you doing this afternoon?”

Grant said, “Oh I was thinking of doing inventory at my job.”

Adrianna pouted slightly and said, “Oh I see.” She paused and then said, “I was hoping we could do something together?”

Grant smiled and said, “Are you asking me out.”

Adrianna giggled and replied “Sure, you seem like a really wonderful guy. Would you say yes, if indeed I am asking you out?”

Grant smiled and said “Well I don’t exactly have to go in this weekend. My boss would understand, so yes I would love to.”

Adrianna smiled from ear to ear then threw her arms around Grant and kissed him. The tardy bell rang so they quickly programmed each other’s phone number into each other’s phone and then walked off.

The next two class periods went by slowly. Finally, the lunch period came and Grant met Adrianna in the quadrangle. Immediately after; they moved to a secluded area on the campus where they thought they would have privacy.

Soon they were deeply engaged in conversation, not realizing the four boys were listening in.

Grant answered Adrianna “…Well, I could drive you to the park and we can hang out there.”

Adrianna nodded and then said in disappointment “But what about the rain.”

“We could wait it out in my Jeep. I heard that this weather would be clearing out by the late afternoon.”

Adrianna giggled, then said, “While we are in the Jeep, would you like me to read you some more of my stories?”

Grant replied, “Sure, I can’t wait to hear them.” With that they passionately hugged each other, sharing several kisses, until Bruce secretly tattled.

Almost immediately, they were stopped by a duty teacher and both issued a Saturday school. The punishment did not stop their newly found affection for each other. Soon after the bell rang and they said their affectionate goodbyes then headed to class. They had no idea that Grant’s four attackers had been eavesdropping on them and planning to ruin their evening.

The rest of the day was filled with an excited anticipation of what was going to happen later that day. Finally, the dismissal bell rang and both Grant and Adrianna walked to the Jeep.

Grant opened the door for Adrianna to which she kissed him and said: “Thank you.”

He then sat in the driver seat and drove off, little did they know they were being followed. They arrived in the park and sat there in the Jeep as the rain was pouring. Out of habit, Grant looked out of his rearview mirror and saw that there was a pickup truck, pulling up close to them. Grant’s militant instincts kicked in and he said: “I think we are being stalked, that truck is parked awfully close to us.” He paused and then said, “Lock yourself in, I am going to try and neutralize this situation.”

Adrianna said, “Be careful Grant.” Just as he was about to get exit his vehicle and confront whoever was stalking him face to face, those four boys swarmed around Grant and Adrianna.

Benson getting closest to Grant’s side window. He punched Grant’s glass window open and attempted to pull Grant out. Thinking quickly Grant pretended to let Benson pull him out, but then took his 5 D sized Maglite flashlight from under the seat and whacked Benson in the head, knocking him out. Upon seeing this, Bruce fled the scene like a coward. Grant saw that Lance was invading on Adrianna’s side, climbed in and was trying to have his way with Adrianna. Grant got back in the Jeep and started it. He put it in drive and then gunned the engine. As he reached a high rate of speed, he then slammed his Jeep into an oak tree, causing Lance to be ejected from on top Adrianna and then through the windshield. Joe was angrier than ever before as he went to pull Grant from the wrecked Jeep and planned beat Grant to a pulp. Grant knew he was coming, again thought quickly and pretended to be injured. Joe crawled into Grant’s seat over him and Grant knew it was time to strike. He took his flashlight and stuck it into Joe’s throat, crushing the windpipe.

Grant and Adrianna were then put into a deep predicament, they knew the police were probably coming and their getaway ride was totaled.

Grant soberly said “I don’t want you to go down with me, Adrianna. Please get out of here while you still can.”

Adrianna shook her head, feverishly and told him “No, I will stand by you. You are a noble hero and you saved us.”

Grant said “Damn it we need to get out of here.” He took his flashlight and scanner, then removed the vehicle plate from his Jeep, then continued, “I can hide in the culvert outside of the park. Bruce fled the scene and won’t know where I am. The other three are incapacitated.” The sky began to turn blue, once again. Grant said “You need to get out of here Adriana. Is your house far from the park?”

She replied “My friend’s house isn’t.”

Grant replied “Good, then go there and see if she can take you to yours.”

She replied, kissing and hugging him passionately “All right Grant. If we don’t see each other again, know that I love you!”

Grant crawled into the culvert and Adriana left.

Not long after, Adriana made it to her friend’s house and then called Grant. He instantly picked up. Adriana said, “My friend is driving me to my house and I will get the family car and pick you up. I will then get you to safety.”

Grant replied and then said, “Thank you so much Adriana, and, just so you know; I love you too.”

“You didn’t have to say it because your actions already prove it!”

They hung up.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours.

Finally, Adriana came in her family car and picked Grant up. He stepped in the car just a the lightning flashed. Grant lied down in the backseat and Adriana said in a sultry voice, “Where to Mister?”

Grant replied “To freedom, Madame, to freedom!” He paused, then continued, “I took the plate off my vehicle, so I don’t think they will be able to figure out it’s mine, at least not for a while. Therefore, we can go to my house, you know just in case they see yours. With that, they rushed to Grant’s house and arrived just as the rain had begun to fall it’s hardest.

“What will they do when they find it it’s your car?”

Grant then said pointing to his scanner, “That’s where this wonderful device comes in.”

He turned it on. Chatter came in on the scanner “Melody 911 to Melody EMS; we have a report of three medical emergencies in the municipal park. Several males were involved in a 103-F. PD is already en route. Stand by for further traffic…” “Dispatch to Officer Nick…” “Go ahead…” What is your 10-20 and ETA?” “Melody Expressway and 2 minutes…” “Roll Code 3.” “10-4.”

Officer Nick turned on his lights and sirens and gunned his car, however, the road was very wet and he lost control. His car fishtailed off the road and crashed into the pillars of an overpass. He keyed into the radio which was picked up on Grant’s scanner “My unit has crashed, please send backup to Melody Expressway at Exit…My unit is on fire it just burst into flames…” And the scanner went silent. Then the Dispatcher came in on the scanner and said “Dispatch to Officer Nick.” No response was heard. She tried again “Dispatch to Officer Nick.” There was another silence.

Grant said, “As messed up as this may sound, I think we have bought us some time.”

Adrianna drove them in the rain to Grant’s parent’s house. As soon as they stepped out, they were soaking wet. Quickly, they entered the house they locked the doors. It was somewhat chilly in that house, so Grant took off his wet shirt. Adrianna threw her arms around him, as he was cold and wet. Grant was overcome by the feeling of Adriana’s gentle arms wrapped around his wet skin. He kissed her wildly. They fell onto the sofa and snuggled together. Adriana lay there with Grant up against her.

Soon their hormones began to get the better of them and Adrianna was starting to unbutton Grant’s slacks, when the scanner crackled in, “Dispatch, it turns out that a subject named Grant West was the assailant. I believe he is the son of Mark West in port security. I am on my way to search his house. He is probably hiding out there.” “Affirmative Jack. I’ll also notify the chief.”

Thinking quickly Grant removed the battery from his phone, to disable the GPS so he would not be tracked.

Meanwhile back at home Grant was in distress over what he had just heard on his scanner. Nervously, he said, “Did you hear all that Adriana? We have to get out of here now. Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes let’s do this thing baby!” She answered him and laughed a little.

Grant went into his room and grabbed his Leatherman Multi-Tool, along with his scanner and flashlight. He explained to Adrianna “I didn’t want to get caught with this Leatherman at school, but I don’t think I will be in school for a while.”

Ever so quietly they crept out of the house silently shutting the door behind them, then walked down the steps of the porch, then to Adriana’s family car. Adriana drove Grant to her house and they walked into her bedroom.

The weather had now cleared out and Grant said “I know how I can get away from the police. I will sneak out of the country but I will have to leave you here. I want to spare you this drama.”

Adriana began to sob and said “No, I want to come with you. I don’t care about any of this drama. Anyway, I feel like I am living out my stories.” She paused and then asked Grant “How will you be able to get out of the country, though?”

“That’s easy. All I have to do is get on a supply boat that is headed towards Archangel Island. There is one that is leaving tomorrow morning in fact.”

Adriana then asked “How do you know it will let you on?”

Grant answered “I work in the maritime supply industry so I have connections.”

Adriana smiled and then said, “Well I wish I could board the boat with you.”

Grant asked “Do you really want to be with me that much?”

Adriana nodded, as she spoke, “Most surely I want to be with you that much and more. I’ve never met anyone like you!”

Grant then said “I could possibly have them take you as well. But you will have to defect. The only problem is you are not yet 18.”

Adriana replied, “But I will 18 be in just a few days.”

Grant reluctantly agreed and then said, “All right then; are you ready?”

Adriana smiled and then said “Yes. I am ready.” Immediately she packed and then they left. They walked to Grant’s workplace under the cover of darkness holding hands and shivering.

Finally, they made it to the warehouse and Grant unlocked the door. They entered then locked the door behind them. Grant and Adriana sat down on the floor and there was silence. Not long after; hormones once again overtook them.

Grant whispered. “Adriana, you are the sweetest person I have ever met in my life. I know we haven’t been together for that long. Even with all this drama, being with you has made me happier than ever.” Grant then gently kissed Adriana on top of her head.

Adriana wrapped her arms around Grant and kissed him passionately as she said. “I never thought I would find someone who would treat me right, but then I find you. You are so sweet Grant, and you are very loyal. I am glad to have found you.”

They kissed each other once again and held hands.  Handholding led to cuddling.  Cuddling led to removal of clothing.  Totally naked, they began to loving caress each other genitals.  Caressing led to lovemaking. Passionately they became intimate in that storeroom. There was a silence but they were in pure bliss, as they both lost their virginity. After hours of lovemaking; they fell asleep snuggling next to each other for the rest of the night.

Early that next morning they stepped out of the warehouse. The cargo ship bound for Archangel Island was preparing to leave. Grant went to the captain, who was standing on the dock smoking a cigar.

He then spoke, “We need to get out of the country and I know you can help us?”

The captain answered, “I will get both you out of the country if you agree to pay me.”

Grant handed him the cash he had on hand, and his scanner and finally his G-Shock wristwatch.  Adrianna also handed him her diamond-studded earrings. The captain then said “All right come aboard.”

Grant and Adriana looked at each other, then agreed to go. They climbed aboard the ship and went below the deck and into the engine room to hide. After getting comfortable Adriana held his hand and kissed him passionately. Soon heard the engines of the cargo boat fire up and they started to move. All through the night, they kept moving. They spent several days and nights at sea, with Adrianna turning eighteen during the course of the voyage.  Finally, the boat docked. They climbed onto the deck of the ship and ran off.

Both were quickly detained and interrogated by a security officer.  Grant explained the situation saying “We are on the run from the American law and I know you’re government harbors defectors.” He paused then continued “I will be charged with second degree murder, but I assure you it was all in self-defense.” Grant paused and then said, “And I assure we will not cause trouble on this island.” The guard said “Self defense, huh?  Tell me how it happened.”

Grant replied “Well I would love to. Three guys surrounded my Jeep, with my girlfriend in it. One punched my driver’s side window in and pulled me out. I thought quickly and struck him in his head with this flashlight, Grant showed him the 5 D sized Maglite. He fell to the ground and did not get back up. The next one tried to have his way with Adrianna and came in on the passenger seat and climbed on top of her. I started my engine gunned it and then crashed it into an oak tree, sending him through the windshield and into the tree, he didn’t get up. Finally I pretended to be injured in the crash as the third one came to me. He thought I was knocked out and was about to kill me when I again used this flashlight again and struck his windpipe. He fell to the ground and did not get up. I learned these tactics working in the maritime industry. The company I worked for supplies your island’s government with tactical gear.

Impressed the security officer replied “I assure both of you, do not worry about anything. Our government will not allow extradition. You are safe here. Furthermore are constantly looking for security forces. I would be more than happy for you to work under me.” He paused then continued, “You see, we have much trouble with pirates and insurgents, constantly trying to invade.”

Grant smiled and said, “My dad works for port security back in the States so I am that much more familiar with the trade.”

The officer continued, “I promise you top pay and protection from any foreign entity if you agree.” Grant nodded his head, then spoke, “Sure, I’ll take the job. What other choice do it have?” He then looked at Adrianna, and she smiled at him.

The security officer then looked at Adrianna and said, “And for you, young lady, we are in constant need of nursery workers.”

“Sure, I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” Adrianna answered.

“Good. Now both of you will be escorted to the refugee camp until a dwelling can be built for both of you.”

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