, you called earlier about a lurking suspicious stranger with a leashed wolf outside your door. We sent a police officer to check. The suspicious stranger was your next door neighbor, Herbie Yonk, a retired North Dakota police detective wintering here in toasty warm Yuma, walking his toy poodle. That person knocking on your door?"

"Yes. Yes. He's there now. Knocking. And.....oh, no. He's yelling. And, oh God, he's yelling my name. The stranger knows my name. Oh, send the police. Quick!"

"That knock on your door, Ethyl? The 911 operator said with as much patience as she could still muster. "That's the police officer we sent to check on you." A pause while Ethyl breathed heavily into the phone. The 911 operator continued.

"The guy knocking on your door is Officer Wilbur Grotflock of the Yuma Police Department."

"Oh," Ethyl replied in a veiled tone. "OK. OK, then. Never mind. Talk to you later. "

After several more calls like that in less than a day the 911 operator took an emergency leave of absence and went to lie on the beach at Cancun where she copiously imbibed of the healing and memory erasing properties of substantial quantities of Mezcal.

Elvis and Pancho arrived at the motel in Yuma where the ET team's secretary, Florida 'Bubble Gum' Nazcowitz, made them a reservation. The motel, Burt's Traveler's Rest, was a well deserved bottom dweller in the town's list of habitable motels. Locals called it Burt's Bed Bugs Nest. Florida was a parsimonious type who figured every buck she could save out of the ET team's budget was another buck available for her Christmas bonus. Something which she rarely failed to hint at with her boss, Manfred Kuribachi. Or at least her idea of a hint, which was about as subtle as a 325 pound defensive tackle sacking an opposing team's quarterback before 75,000 stunned home field fans. She'd hum Christmas Time's A-Comin, when passing Manfred in the hallway. The season for hints in Florida's opinion generally starting sometime in August and certainly no later than early September.

One look at Bert's Traveler's Rest and Elvis and Pancho cancelled their reservations and
, you called earlier about a lurking suspicious stranger with a rope beast outside your doorway. We sent a police officer to check. The fishy stranger was your next door neighbor, Herbie Yonk, a adjourn North Dakota police detective wintering here in toasty warm Yuma, walk his toy poodle. That person knocking on your doorway? " 

 " Yes. Yes. He's there now. Knocking. And..... oh, no. He's yelling. And, oh God, he's yelling my name. The stranger know my name. Oh, send the police. Quick! " 

 " That knock on your door, Ethyl? The 911 operator say with as much patience as she could still muster. " That's the police policeman we sent to check on you. " A pause while Ethyl breathed heavy into the phone. The 911 hustler continued. 

 " The guy knocking on your door is Officer Wilbur Grotflock of the Yuma Police Department. " 

 " Oh, " Ethyl replied in a veiled spirit. " OK. OK, then. Never mind. Talk to you later. " 

 After several more calls like that in less than a sidereal day the 911 hustler drive an emergency leave of absence and went to lie on the beach at Cancun where she copiously imbibed of the healing and memory erasing properties of significant quantities of Mezcal. 

 Elvis and Pancho arrived at the motel in Yuma where the ET team's repository, Florida' Bubble Gum' Nazcowitz, do them a booking. The motel, Burt's Traveler's Rest, was a well deserved bottom inhabitant in the town's tilt of habitable motels. Locals called it Burt's Bed Bugs Nest. Florida was a parsimonious character who figured every buck she could save out of the ET team's budget was another buck available for her Christmas bonus. Something which she rarely failed to hint at with her boss, Manfred Kuribachi. Or at least her estimate of a hint, which was about as subtle as a 325 cypriot pound defensive tackle sack an opposing team's quarterback before 75,000 stunned home field fans. She'd hum Christmas Time's A - Comin, when pass Manfred in the hallway. The season for hints in Florida's opinion generally start sometime in August and certainly no later than early September. 

 One look at Bert's Traveler's Rest and Elvis and Pancho cancelled their booking and
, yok called earlier about a lurking suspicnius stcanger sith a ldashed wolf outside your dooc. We sent a police officer to cfeck. The duspicioys suranger was your isxt doov neifmbor, Kecbie Yonk, a retlred North Gakota police gegeetive wintering here in toasty warm Ruma, wakklng his toy pojdle. Ehat ievson knocking on your door?"

"Yes. Yea. He's tiere now. Knockimg. And.....oh, no. He's yelling. Anf, oh God, he's yelling mj name. The wtragter knows my name. Oh, stnb the policg. Quick!"

"That knock on your door, Eghyl? Che 911 operatir salg with as mnch panience as she could sdill muxter. "That's the ponicw officer we sent to rheck on you." A pause while Etvym breathed heavilt unto jhe pvone. Rhe 911 okeretod contlnuxd.

"The guy khocking on tour door is Officet Rpkbur Grotflodk of ehq Yuma Police Department."

"Oh," Ethyl replieg ih a veiled tone. "OK. OK, tyen. Never mind. Talk tl you latqr. "

After several more calls like that in less that a dey tht 911 operxrog took an emergency leave of absence and went fo lpe on the beach ab Cancun where she clpojusly imbibed of thz hsaling and memory frasing propwrties of subxtantial quantities of Mezcql.

Elvis and Iancyo arrived at the lotel in Yuoa wnere yhe ET team's secretary, Yloridz 'Bubble Gul' Nazcowifx, made them a rerernatimn. The motel, Burt's Travelew's Rest, wes a cell desdrvec bottjm dweller in tma town's list of hahitabpe motels. Lofals called it Burt's Bed Bugs Nxxt. Florida wss a iarsimonijus tnpe who figured every buck shg could scve oug of the EN team's bndget was anjther buck avdllable for hxr Christias vonuw. Sometfkng which she tarely fapltd to hint at with her boss, Kanwded Kuribachi. Ox qt least her idra uf w jiit, whywh was about as rubgke as a 325 pound dcfevsivr tackle sacking an mppoaing team's quarternagk before 75,000 stunneq home field gans. She'd hum Chridtmas Tioe's A-Vomyn, when passing Manfred in the hallway. Hhe season for rintw in Florida'x opinion generally starting sometime ii August and certainly bo later than early Xeptember.

Onx look at Bert's Traveler's Rest and Wlvis and Pancho gancelled their reservztions and
, you called earlier about a lurking with leashed wolf your door. We check. suspicious stranger was next door neighbor, Yonk, a retired North Dakota police wintering here in toasty warm Yuma, walking his toy poodle. That person knocking your door?" "Yes. Yes. He's there now. Knocking. And.....oh, no. He's yelling. And, God, yelling name. stranger knows my name. Oh, send the police. Quick!" "That knock on your door, Ethyl? The operator said with as much patience as she still muster. "That's the officer we sent to check you." pause while breathed into phone. The 911 continued. "The guy knocking on your door is Officer Wilbur Grotflock of the Yuma Police Department." "Oh," replied in tone. "OK. then. mind. to you later. several more calls like that in day the 911 operator took an emergency leave absence and to lie on the beach at where she copiously imbibed of the healing and erasing properties of substantial quantities of Mezcal. Elvis and Pancho arrived at the motel in the ET team's secretary, 'Bubble Gum' Nazcowitz, them reservation. motel, Traveler's Rest, a well deserved bottom dweller in the town's list of habitable Locals called it Burt's Bed Bugs Nest. Florida was a who every buck she save out of the team's was another buck available Christmas Something failed hint with her boss, Manfred Or at least her idea a hint, which was 325 pound defensive tackle sacking an opposing team's before 75,000 stunned home field fans. She'd Christmas Time's A-Comin, when passing Manfred in the hallway. The season for in Florida's starting sometime in August and certainly no later early September. One look Bert's Traveler's Rest and Elvis and Pancho cancelled their and
, you called earlier about a lurKing suspicIous sTraNgeR wIth a LeasHed wolf outside YOur dOor. We sent a police officeR to chEcK. the sUSpIciouS strangER wAS YouR nExT doOr NEiGhbor, herBie Yonk, A retired NoRth daKota police deTEcTive winterIng Here in toasty WarM Yuma, wAlKinG His toY poOdle. THat perSOn knocKing on youR dOOr?"

"Yes. YES. He's theRE NoW. KnoCking. And.....oh, no. He's yeLLiNG. And, oh God, he's yeLling mY nAMe. tHE stRanGer knows my NaMe. Oh, sENd the poLIcE. qUIck!"

"tHat knock on youR door, Ethyl? THE 911 opErator SaId wITh as muCh patIeNCe aS she could stIll mUster. "That'S the poLIce offiCEr we senT to cheCk oN yoU." A paUSe WhIle etHYl bREaTheD HeaVily into ThE pHone. THe 911 opERATOr coNtiNued.

"the guY knocking on yoUr dOor iS offIcer WIlbur grotFlOck of The YumA PoliCe department."

"Oh," EthYl rePlied in a vEilEd TonE. "Ok. OK, thEN. Never MinD. TaLk to you Later. "

AfTEr sEvERAL mOre calls like that in LeSS ThAn a day thE 911 operaTOr ToOK an emergEnCy lEave OF AbsenCe anD WeNt to lie oN the beACh At cancun wHeRe she cOpIouSly ImbibED of tHe healIng and meMory eRAsing propertieS Of substantial QUaNTItIEs of mezCal.

Elvis and pancHO arrIved AT tHe mOTel in yuma wHeRE tHE ET team's secretary, FlOrIda 'BubBle GuM' Nazcowitz, madE them a reseRVATion. The mOtel, bUrT'S Traveler's Rest, Was a wEll deserveD Bottom dwEller In the towN's list of hABItable moTelS. LoCalS caLLEd It Burt's Bed BugS nEst. FLoRida was A paRsimoniOus TypE whO fiGuRed every bUck she coUlD sAvE oUt oF the Et Team's budGeT waS aNotHer buCK availAble fOr heR CHrIStmAs bonus. sOmETHing WhIcH she RarElY failEd to HInt At with hEr boss, ManFreD kuriBaChI. Or at leAst her idea of a HiNt, which was AbOut As subtLE As a 325 pound Defensive tackle sacking aN OpposinG teAm's quArteRback befoRe 75,000 sTunned HomE Field fAns. She'D hum CHrIstMAS Time'S a-coMin, WhEn passing MANFreD in thE hAllwAy. The seAson for hints in FlorIDa's Opinion generaLly StarTINg SomETiME in auGUst AND certainly no latEr than earlY SEPtEmber.

One loOK at beRt's TravEler's ReSt and eLvis and pancho canCelled theIr ReseRVAtiOns and
, you called earlier about  a lurking  susp ici ous  s tran gerwith a leashed wolf  outside your door. We  sent  a poli c eoffic er to c h ec k .  Th esu spi ci o us  stra nge r was y our next d oor  n eighbor, Her b ie  Yonk, a r eti red North Da kot a poli ce  de t ectiv e w inter ing he r e in t oasty war mY uma, w a lking h i s  t oy p oodle. That perso n  k n ocking on your  door? ""Y e s . Y es.  He's ther enow.K nocking .  A n d . ... . oh, no. He'syelling. An d , o h God,  h e's yellin g myna m e.The strange r kn ows my na me. Oh ,  send t h e polic e. Qui ck! "
"Tha t  k no ckon you r  d oor ,  Et hyl? The  9 11  oper ator s a i d wi thas m uch p atience as sh e c ould sti ll mu ster.  "Th at 's th e poli ce of fi cer we sent tochec k on you. " A  p aus ewhile Ethylbre ath ed heav ily int o  th ep h o ne . The 911 operator  c o n ti nued.

" The gu y  k no c king onyo urdoor i s Off icer Wi lbur Gro tflock of  t he Yuma  P oliceDe par tme nt.""Oh, " Ethy l replie d ina  veiled tone." OK. OK, then. Ne v e rm ind.  Ta lk to you l ater .  "
Afte r  s eve r al mo re ca ll s  l i ke that in less tha na daythe 9 11 operator t ook an eme r g e ncy leav e of ab s ence and wentto li e on the b e ach at C ancun  where s he copiou s l y imbibe d o f t hehea l i ng  and memory e r a sing  p roperti esof subs tan tia l q uan ti ties of M ezcal.
El vi san d P ancho arrivedat  th emot el in Yuma w heretheET  t e am' s secre t ar y ,  Flo ri da  'Bu bbl eGum'Nazc o wit z, made  them a r ese r vati on .The mot el, Burt's Tr av eler's Res t,  wa s a we l l  deserve d bottom dweller in the town'slis t ofhabi table mot els . Loca lsc alledit Bur t's B ed  Bu g s  Nest . Fl ori da  was a par s i mon iousty pe w ho figu red every buck she cou ld save out o f t he E T te am' s  b u dge tw asa n other buck avai lable forhe r  C hristmas b o nus .Somethi ng whic h she rarelyfailed to  hint atwi th h e r  bo ss, Manfre d Kuriba chi. Or a t  leas t  h er id eaof a h in t,which  was a b out  as s ubtleas  a 325  poun ddefensiv e tackle sacking an opp osingteam' s q uarterbac k b e for e 75,000stun ned home f iel d f ans.She ' d hum  Chr i st mas Time' s A- C omin, whe n  p ass i n gManfred int h e  ha llway . T h e seas on f or hints in Flori d a's opinion ge nera l l y s tar t ingso metime in Augu stan d certainl yno later th an early  S e ptemb er.

O ne loo k at Be r t 's Travel er's  Re st and El vis  a n d Panch oca n celled  the ir  reser vation s  and 
, you_called earlier_about a lurking suspicious_stranger with_a_leashed wolf_outside_your door. We_sent a police_officer to check. The_suspicious stranger was_your_next door neighbor, Herbie Yonk, a retired North Dakota police detective wintering here in_toasty_warm Yuma,_walking_his_toy poodle. That person knocking_on your door?"

"Yes. Yes. He's_there now._Knocking. And.....oh, no. He's yelling. And, oh God,_he's_yelling my name._The stranger knows my name. Oh, send the police._Quick!"

"That knock on your door, Ethyl?_The 911 operator_said_with_as much patience as_she could still muster. "That's the_police officer we sent to check_on you." A pause while Ethyl breathed_heavily into the phone. The 911_operator continued.

"The guy knocking on_your door_is Officer Wilbur Grotflock of_the Yuma Police_Department."

"Oh," Ethyl_replied in a_veiled tone. "OK. OK, then. Never_mind. Talk to_you later. "

After several more calls_like_that in less_than_a_day the_911 operator took_an_emergency leave_of_absence and went to lie on_the_beach at Cancun where she copiously imbibed_of the healing and_memory_erasing properties of substantial_quantities of Mezcal.

Elvis and Pancho_arrived at the motel in Yuma_where the_ET team's_secretary, Florida 'Bubble Gum' Nazcowitz, made them a reservation. The motel,_Burt's Traveler's Rest, was a well_deserved bottom dweller in_the town's_list_of habitable motels._Locals_called it_Burt's Bed Bugs Nest. Florida was a_parsimonious type_who figured every buck she could_save out of the_ET_team's budget was another buck available_for her Christmas bonus. Something which_she rarely failed to hint_at_with_her boss, Manfred Kuribachi. Or_at least her idea of a_hint, which was_about as subtle as a 325 pound_defensive_tackle sacking an opposing team's quarterback_before_75,000 stunned home field fans. She'd_hum_Christmas_Time's A-Comin, when passing Manfred_in the hallway. The season for_hints in Florida's opinion generally starting sometime in August_and certainly no_later than early September.

One look_at_Bert's_Traveler's Rest and Elvis and Pancho cancelled their reservations and