Hello everyone:

We had an early dinner planned at the Hub City Grill this evening.  We got off to a late start because we were a little tired from the jet skiing this afternoon.  Plus, my risk manager has made several phone calls to his friends in Michigan law enforcement to tell them about the bass he got this afternoon.  He took it into the bathroom in his suite at Hawthorned and filleted.  When I went by to get him for dinner, he had already eaten 2 or 3 sushi rolls out of it. 

We headed down Hardy Street as fast as we could.  We got behind some BMW (license plate IRGU4U).  My risk manager honked and honked and put our car up on the curb and passed the guy on the right.  We both gave him the finger as we passed.  The guy looked distraught.

Mr. Chain thanked us for coming into town and having dinner with him.  He called Haley Barbour on his cell during dessert and told him what has been done in the past few days.  Haley sounded pleased about the Hanbury ordeal.  I suspect he wanted a few things cleaned up before he came down to speak at graduation.

After dinner we toured the old Hattiesburg High building where the USM Department of Art is supposed to move.  Mr. Chain told us it would never go through, not to worry.  As we walked through the unlit, shaky structure, not much was said.  My risk manager did mention that it was an eery reminder to him of the building he was held captive in as a POW in Hanoi back in '69 (he said for 5 months).

We departed town at dark, and headed for campus.  I got a cell call from my RM's associate, who had been having dinner with Gary Stringer.  The associate is a Phi Beta Kappa in ancient languages from Brown University.  He and Dr. Stringer had an enjoyable meal (I believe at Walnut Circle Grill).  Gary said to say hello to all of you.

My RM and I were walking around your lovely nightlit campus (it is a beautiful place).  We were about to depart when we caught sight of the night chalker.  My risk manager gave chase (on foot) but after about 20 minutes of trying was given the shake (my RM is a former special forces op).  We just wanted to talk to him and give him a cash donation.  Guess he thought we were from Pileum or something.  If you speak to him, let him know we meant no harm and that he should call me back in Lansing and I'll Western Union some funds down here for the cause.

We're headed back to Hawthorne as I type to pick up the surveillance van.  My RM wants to surveil the Jamestown Road mansion again tonight (he loves this $h*t).  I'll report back tomorrow with more news.

Tom