Good morning folks and what a lovely morning it is. I've been watching
Cecil this weekend with my binoculars. Back and forth to his boat at
least a dozen times. It looks like he is loading up on supplies. I
expect him to be departed by the end of the week. If there is anything
I can do to speed up that departure, let me know Cecil.

Oh wait! There is. Friday night I walked by the now empty apartment
and saw several bags of garbage sitting outside. I could see through
the bags, one had lots of papers and notebooks in it so I picked it up
and took it home. It is a gold mine. In it were bills, letters, papers
and several volumes of a personal journal that dated back to 1995.
Saturday morning I went back for the remainder of the journals but the
vagrants had already picked through the trash and nothing was to be
found. I skimmed through the journals and found they were quite
personal documenting Cecil's actions and innermost thoughts. Like
Roger, I now feel a bit sorry for the guy all the bluster and hatred
is just armor for a human being to whom life hasn't been so kind. I'm
not excusing his actions but when there is a human side it isn't
black and white anymore.

Cecil's 2002 trip to the Abacos was really a jail stint ,hence the
date of the Florida Corrections photograph. The whole trip was made up
to cover for what really happened. He spent a good deal of time and
energy getting even with people who did him wrong, including a handful
on the internet. It included trips to where they live and watching
them. He even talked to one of them in person without them knowing who
he was. I don't know how he got a handgun through airport security, he
may have sent it through the mail or stolen it. Those details were
lacking, but he said he had it just in case something got out of hand.
From what I could find no one was harmed but I don't have all the
journals.

There is more in the journals but I believe it has no place here. They
are incriminating but he serves his punishment everyday in life. He
started out life getting the wrong rub and it never got much better.
One side of me wants to put the journals up for sale on eBay, the
other says to burn them and move on. If he's gone by the end of the
week, I will let everything go. So he got some cash from me and threw
a few insults, no tremendous harm done. Just having him far away is
relief enough. I'll let everyone know when he is gone, maybe I can get
an actual photograph of **** boat under sail.

Cecil, don't hurt your back loading and pulling up anchor. I don't
want you around here any longer than necessary.

Bon voyage!

Ron Wilson