MARCH 13 - MARCH 19, 1999
MARCH 19, 1999
Cheri's toxic waste and asbestos storage facility
Good morning at 5 A.M. on the dot! It is 28.8 degrees on this last full day of
winter (officially that is), but don't let that fool you. The northwest wind is howling
out there and you can bet the wind chill is down in the single digits - above or below
zero.
Thank you for all the mail. It tells me that there are more than just the people at
City Hall reading me every day. I will get around to publishing the mail over the weekend
so you can expect comments on some of your ideas like the one for the incubator -
"Connie's House of Curiosities."
Anyway, I had not intended to go out last night. There were a lot of activities around
town and I assumed that the local group would be busy. I got word that Frank Williams, the
great day time DJ on WESB-AM was a celebrity waiter last night and had to see it. I missed
him, but those who did see the spectacle, claim that if Coach Walters had ten more like
him, The Bradford Owls would be 0 - 12 in a nine game season. (Frank donned the shoulder
pads, helmet, and football jersey of the Owls for a worthy cause.) Good show, Frank;
both on and off the air.
Missing Frank, I dropped in at the Hotel. The barstools around our "Writers'
Corner" were all empty. I took my usual place and ordered a cup of coffee. I was
chilled from the snowy evening and the blistering winds. The place was unusually quiet. It
was obviously the aftermath of another rousing St. Patty's day in Bradford. I was just
about finished when David Poyer came walking through the door. I was surprised to see him.
He had a busy day with being on the Nicolle and Bob Show in the morning and then a reading
and book signing in the afternoon. He was a friendly face and I was glad to see him.
"Hi Bud," he said. "Hello, Dave," I said back.
"Coffee? Isn't that unusual for you?"
"The coffee is," I said. "I only drink one cup a day, in the morning.
The fact I am not having alcohol isn't." I tapped myself on the chest. "You
know, we aren't as young as we used to be and Doctor Kirsh gave me a pretty good talking
to about my life style. I took him seriously and for the past three years have really
cleaned up my act."
I laughed. "He put me on a low fat diet. I thought he said no fat diet. I cut out
beef and pork and started reading labels. In no time I had dropped eleven pounds."
"Great!" he said.
"Yes," I admitted. "Sharyn and Aunt Rose lost too. Sharyn didn't mind
but Aunt Rose is 94 and she needed fat in her diet. We had to make some modifications for
her but even then she complained that she like the food I was making for myself better
than the food with the fat I was making for her. You can never win."
"Win what?" Grant asked, quietly arriving from the outside.
"Life," David said. "You can never win at life. Just when you think you
got it knocked something comes along and blasts you. No matter what happens or what you
accomplish, life gets you in the end. It always wins."
"Right," I said. "You just have to learn to ride the waves and not get
swamped when two or more converge on you."
"Two or more what? Jim Buck asked.
"Waves," Grant said. "But that is a long story about how we got to waves
so don't ask."
"Gees!" Jim said. "Pardon me for showing up. First I get it at the paper
and then I walk in here and get this from you."
"We're only kidding," I said trying to calm him down. "What happened at
the paper?"
"It's all your fault," he said to me. 'Why do you have such a good
memory and why do you have to write what happens here word for word?"
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe its just an extension of my open
government principles. The people need to know!"
"Well, the women feel slighted because you tentatively agreed to let George join
us."
"Only if he wears a seat belt!" I insisted. "Even if we move to the
table he has to wear one," I said. "I don't want anyone accusing us of getting
rowdy. It happened to me in Chicago with my buddy Roger a long time ago. He looses
equilibrium after the eighth beer and went down off the bar stool and the guy next to him
thought I hit him. In no time flat I was in the middle of a fight and getting tossed out
of the bar because he couldn't sit upright. We don't need that here. If George joins,
there are conditions."
"Forget about George," Jim said.
"Bud would like to," Grant chimed in.
"The women think they should be invited to join."
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me," Jim said. "They got all over me because of this man
thing we have. Marty says she is a writer, too. She said that just because Jim Eckstrom
wrote one good editorial in four years you fall all over him and invite him to join. She
says she has been writing long and says she writes better and thinks we should have asked
her before Eckstrom. And," Jim added. "Eckstrom does not want to be called Eccky
and wants you to print a retraction and promise never to call him Eccky again."
"These people are all nuts!" I said in disbelief. "I need a whiskey on
that one!"
"Remember the doctor's orders," David reminded me.
"He said I could have an occasional drink if I really needed one. It is either on
whiskey or a headache the rest of the night. These people are bonkers!" Then I caught
myself and realized I was driving. "Give me a soda water with a twist of lime. Six
limes!" I said.
"They may be nut," Jim said. "But that's the way they feel."
David spoke up. "These women all have husbands. How are they going to take it if
they are sitting here with us at the Bradford Hotel, night after night, in a smoke filled
room discussing the great theories of life and literature?"
"Hey!" I said. "Get more basic than that! Their husbands are big guys.
We don't need any irritated old men coming in because their wives don't know when work is
over. They are right. This is a guy thing. Women will only mess this up."
Grant and Dave agreed. Jim was so brow beaten he didn't comment. "Poor Jim,"
I thought. Then it struck me.
"Marty has a lot of damn nerve," I said.
"How is that?" Jim asked.
"Tell her that we want to join the power women."
"Power women?" Jim asked.
"Yea," I said. "The power women."
"Who the devil are they?" Grant asked.
"Five women who believe that they are the power women of Bradford,"
I said.
"Well," Grant said thinking about it. "If Marty as managing editor is
one of them, then the Mayor is one. Right?"
I smiled. "Not exactly Connie, but the mayor more or less."
"Oh!" he said. "Peggy! Who else?"
"Think about it," I said.
"Cheri!" Jim said. "They are the obvious ones. Who are the rest? Don't
keep us in suspense."
Before I could answer, Dave Sheffer came over. "Nancy and Dianne are the other
two. And I have been listening to this thing about the Power Women and you should
know that since this character started writing about the Hotel, the Power Women
have stopped coming in here for their monthly meetings."
"Oh?" I asked. "I caused that?"
"You got it. I am here to tell you that it really hurts. That one really puts it
away and it really hurts the old cash register when they aren't around. They really don't
like the publicity you have given me. They like to be anonymous."
"I am sorry, Dave," I said. "I had no idea."
When he left we sat in silence for awhile.
"See," I said. "We haven't let one woman in yet and we already have
trouble."
"Hey," Grant said. "It follows you around."
"The hell it does," Jim said. "He manufactures it.! Look at the title he
has written on his note pad."
Everyone took their turn and as they did they all shook their heads in disbelief.
Sheffer was behind the bar and looked at it. As he did, he read it aloud.
"Cheri's toxic waste and asbestos storage facility."
"Oh my God!" Jim said. "Do you know what you are doing? Is that going to
be a story?"
I didn't answer.
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MARCH 18, 1999
Ray McMahon Realty
Good morning. It is 37.8 degrees at 6:08 A.M. on a windy, windy morning. But it
was nice yesterday and it turned out to be a great St. Pat's Day. There is also a new
printed version of The Mountain Laurel Review out, too. Look for it. My picture
is in it.
Speaking of my picture, my good buddy Jim Buck took exception to it.
"Look at this," he said, meaning my picture. We were at the Bradford Hotel
again in the midst of all the revelry and Irish music. The beer was green and there were a
whole lot of people wearing funny looking green hats. I was in green - green dress pants,
a green turtleneck, and a green sport coat. I was getting tired of the sexist remarks
aimed at me when women kept referring to me as a little Leprechaun.
"What's wrong with that picture?" I asked.
"It's ten years old," Jim said.
"Twelve," I said correcting him. "It looks like me. What's the
problem?"
"It does not, and why do you have to use my headline in your campaign ad? It makes
it look like I am supporting you."
I laughed. "Aren't you?"
Grant laughed, too. "Stop picking on him, Bud," he said. "Lighten up,
Jim. Can't you see he's teasing you? Haven't you caught on it is his twisted sense of
humor working overtime, again?"
"I don't think he is funny."
David Poyer spoke up. "I think he is a scream. He reminds me of a character
I wrote about in one of my naval novels."
"Naval novels?" I said. "Do you have any new naval novels, or naughty
new naval novels?" I asked.
"Very funny," he said noting my alliteration of n's.
At that point we officially welcomed Jim Eckstrom to our group. We toasted him with
green beer - it was all they were selling at the Hotel last night.
"That was a fantastic editorial you wrote for The Era today," I
said.
"Thanks," Eccky said.
"No," I went on. "Most people would pass on it and not even realize that
it was written locally. I noticed the picture and recognized you." I held the paper
up to show Jim Buck. "Look at this picture. He is smiling and showing some teeth. He
does not have a mansionlike grin."
"Will you stop that!"
"When you get a new picture."
Jim Eckstrom's editorial, "Racial apologists at it again," gave a
great explanation of what is going on in the Federal Courts regarding the lowering of
standards to allow black and Hispanic athletes to be admitted to college under lower
standards than white athletes. His column was of award winning caliber and certainly
deserves to be entered into the mythical awards that The Era claims that their
writers win annually.
After I went on and on about Eccky's editorial, I changed the subject. I took out a
pocket tape recorder. "Listen to this," I said. "We hired a girl to do
telephone solicitation for advertising for the MLR. We record her so we can work on her
technique. This was a call she made yesterday."
"ring.....ring.....ring....Good afternoon. Ray McMahon Realty. How may I help
you?"
"This is what?"
"Ray McMahon Realty," the voice repeated.
"Are you a licensed real estate firm?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. We are the Office of Economic and Community
Development and we just happen to have a few properties that we are handling in an effort
to revitalize Bradford. It gives us more credibility to hold ourselves out as a bona fide
Real Estate sales firm. We aren't hurting anyone."
"What about the people who do it for a living? How aren't you hurting them?"
"Oh, we aren't competing with them. We generally get our leads from people who are
friends of Ray's and they wouldn't have done business with them anyway."
"I see," the telephone solicitor said. "What properties do you
handle?"
"Oh we have a variety of properties. We have an incubator in East Bradford.
Several businesses have become very successful there and they have the advantage of paying
an exceptionally low rent and do not have to worry about property taxes because we are tax
exempt. The rest of the taxpayers pay a slightly higher rate so they can escape that
nuisance.
"We also have a warehouse/manufacturing center - The Ray McMahon Building. That is
full and also features low rents and no nuisance taxes. We own homes on Onifro Street that
we are going to evict the tenants and refurbish them and then sell them to low income
people."
"Do you have any deals for middle income people?"
"No," the receptionist said. "That would be counter productive. We need
the middle income people to keep the tax base alive. Some one has to shoulder the burden
of excessive school taxes. We are a quasi government agency and because our chief has a
lifetime contract, we get a few good properties from time to time. We have a new incubator
on Main Street, right in the absolute heart of beautiful Downtown Bradford that I can rent
you 100 square feet for $200. You could open up an adult book store there - or a cigar
store - or a drug paraphernalia outlet - or anything imaginative. We are looking to
increase traffic in Bradford and we don't care how we do it. We are going to show those
lazy merchants how to bring business to Bradford. You know - if you build it they will
come."
"Oh," the solicitor said. "Are there any other properties?"
"Yes," the woman said. "We have the plans ready to go for the Ray
McMahon Building Two, and we have big plans for Old City Hall. We are going to rename the
building the Peggy Comilla Building, but there is a problem because the mayor, Connie
Cavallero, thinks the building should be named after her. It's really just a dilapidated
piece of junk and I think, personally, we should name it after both of them."
"How does the community feel about your quasi-government agency competing against
local business that rent and sell properties?"
"Competition is the American way!" the woman said.
"Yes, I know all about competition; but don't you have an unfair advantage? Aren't
there other properties that you are competing with for anyone interested in opening a
business in Bradford? Didn't the chairman of the Planning Authority recently resign out of
protest?"
"Yes, but that was sour grapes. He had a few properties of his own and didn't like
us on Main Street where he is."
"Exactly my point. Why should the government undercut private industry that pays
the taxes that allows government to operate in the first place? Where do they have the
right to do that? Isn't government, in this case, the OECD actually stifling expansion and
development instead of helping it? Aren't they, in their efforts to save properties
condemning others to the curse of Urban Blight?"
"Who is this?" the woman asked.
"I am a telephone solicitor for The Mountain Laurel Review."
"That figures," she said and then she hung up.
"Wow!" Eccky said. "That's amazing!"
Jim Buck just shook his head.
David Poyer said that it reminded him of one of his latest books and how the robber
barons were taking advantage of the poor working class. Then Jim Buck raised an
interesting question.
"Why don't we invited George Petrisek to join us?"
Grant looked at me.
"No," I said.
"You don't like George," Jim accused me.
"No Jim," I said. "I like George as much as I like you. It would be
dangerous for him here."
'What do you mean?"
"He falls off curbs in broad daylight stone sober. What would he be like here with
green beer? He would be falling off the bar stool all the time."
"We could move to tables," Eccky said.
I agreed that I hadn't thought about that. "Let's think about it," I
suggested. Grant, Jim, David, and Eccky all agreed. About that time my designated driver
arrived. Oh well, just another night at the Bradford Hotel.
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MARCH 17, 1999
Blarney, observations, and comments
Good morning and a Happy St. Patrick's Day to ye'! It is 34.9 degrees at 6 A.M.
and the thaw continues. In fact, 40 degree temperatures are forecast for the next week
with rain and not snow. Spring is here!
The story about Carolyn Gulnac brought many of you out. From what I can see by your
response, you asked pretty much the same thing that I did. What was the purpose?
As for referring to Fred Gallup as a "slime ball," many of you thought that I
was being too kind.
"He is an emaciated little worm of a man, and calling him a man is even too good
for him. He is a little person who has to be big by pushing people around. Keep telling it
like it is. Good work!"
and,
"Fred Gallup has worked on the fringe for years. When information is requested
which is required to be divulged under the Freedom of Information Law, he puts road block
after road block in your path. He uses the law to keep from abiding by the law. Calling
him a slime ball was too good for him."
and,
"Wouldn't it be nice if The Bradford Era had your balls and called the
shots about people like Fred Gallup like you do! You pulled no punches and that is why we
love you and what you write. You are all too correct about how the good name of a fine
woman like Carolyn Gulnac was dragged in the mud. Her reputation can never be repaired and
why? It is all because the School District did not do its job and was looking to lay the
blame somewhere else. God Bless you for telling us what is really going on. You have my
support. The three of you have been doing a fine job. Keep it up and keep writing these
stories."
and,
"Now it finally comes out! You had to tell us what really happened. Wouldn't you
know it that it was the fault of the School District and not Carolyn Gulnac! What is that
such a big surprise!
"Fred Gallup is a slime ball and a whole lot worse for what he did to that woman.
How can he ever make it up to her? What about the way he has ruined her life? I know her
and to see her today the spark that she had for living is just gone out of her. How
can someone justify that in their minds?
"What made him God and allowed him to destroy her like he did? This just is not
right and I hope she sues him and everyone else involved in that smear and then moves away
to Florida. Thank you Mr. Beck for being the only person with the guts to tell us the
truth."
and,
"Thanks to you we have a forum that tells us the truth about things. The Carolyn
Gulnac story makes me sick to my stomach. Cheri O'Mara is a slut and is not fit to be the
superintendent of schools. She should resign along with the entire school board for
allowing this to take place. If there was a problem the whole thing should have been kept
quiet until it could have been determined where and to whom the blame should be assigned.
Instead they used a good woman for the scape goat and destroyed her in the process. You
should be proud of the service that you are providing to the people."
We had more letters about Mr. Guzan and the Judge and the DA. There is a
hearing tomorrow to determine the disposition of Mr. Guzan. That should be
interesting.
As for Carolyn Gulnac, there were a total of 34 e-mail replies about the article.
Unanimously, you all agreed that Mrs. Gulnac got a raw deal. We were told yesterday that
Mr. Gallup, on behalf of the School District, has offered to drop the whole matter. It
appears that he does not have all that much confidence in the allegations and charges that
he originally made about her. It seems that he does not believe that she is a thief any
more. Why is that?
You know, I would much rather get up in the morning and write nice things about
nice people. I would much rather say what a great radio personality Frank Williams
at WESB-AM is. I would much rather say that on a sunny early spring day like yesterday,
Frank's comments and the music he played (except for one song) made me happy to be alive
and in McKean County. Yes. I would much rather write stories about people like Frank.
But then you have the Fred Gallups..........and we have a few too many of them.
Tell me Fred........How do you make this up to Carolyn Gulnac?
Perhaps some of the School Board members running for re-election should
re-think if they are qualified to serve. In light of what they have allowed to happen to a
fine woman, they should be asking themselves the same question.
How do you make this up to Carolyn Gulnac? How do you go about repairing
her reputation? Why did you do this in the first place?
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MARCH 16, 1999
The strange case of Carolyn Gulnac
Good morning at 6:06 A.M. with the temperature 21.9 degrees under clear skies
in lovely, thawing, Marshburg, PA.
Yesterday's article prompted many of you to write. Here are two comments.
"Hi! Just wanted to add my two cents to the thought of the Judge and DA letting
these drunks go....I truly believe they don't actually want to stop the low life from
drinking. They don't want them in jail, and actually want them to keep doing what they are
doing so the state can collect more fines and etc. When they send them to counciling that
is a joke, they go and 5 minutes later they are out of the session. (Supposed to be 1 hour
sessions) They take their license for a year and 99% of them continue to drive.
"Probation doesn't care because they would have to disrupt their evenings to check
on these low-life drunks. Who cares, not law enforcement! Just the people who have been
hit and families who have suffered because of some stupid ass drunk. It gets to the point
where you almost feel you should take care of the situation yourself, but then the person
who does that would be in jail and the low-life scum would be running free. It is a no
win.
"Keep up the good work. It is about time officials in McKean County and the state
were accountable."
Publisher's comment: Mr. Guzan is a truly unique case. It is accented by the
fact that he was not only dealing drugs, but alleged to have been selling them. The
persons arrested in the case in which he is involved were/are only minor users - what the
Clinton White House would call "recreational use." Guzan, being much worse than
the people he ratted out got the get out of jail free pass from the Attorney General, Mike
Fisher and even had one of his most recent four DUI's lost from his record. Why wouldn't
he act as he did? Those in control told him it was okay to continue to drive and drink and
laugh at the rest of us jerks.
People drink. It is legal. Let's not forget what happened when the government
attempted to legislate against drinking. DUI is an industry set up by the States, the
Courts, and the attorneys that makes that last drink a very, very expensive one. bobby
Guzan is hardly a poster child for a problem drinker. He is one for a rat with no morals
and would sell out his own mother if it would give him a leg up on any one or thing. Our
legal system - Judge Cleland and our DA allowed it to continue.
"Dear Editor:
Unfortunately, these things happen all over the United States. I am currently living in
Willows, California, and see the same types of stories in our own local newspaper, The
Sacramento Valley Mirror.
The editor of the Valley Mirror, Tim Crews, is the only one who stands up and tells us
what is going on, and wonders why more people aren't outraged about older men with
underage girls.
It's refreshing to hear the voice of common sense coming from Bradford! Most of my family
is from the Bradford area and I spent many happy summers there as a child. It was great to
see you on-line, I look forward to my next cyber visit."
Willows, CA
Publisher's comment: Thank you for your words of encouragement and comparing me to
a man who is truly courageous. It is not an easy task to stand up every day and say what
you believe is right. Most people would rather not be heard. Most would prefer to keep
their opinions to themselves because then they cannot be criticized.
Mr. Guzan, when he called the local newspaper, attempted to turn sentiment
against me by claiming the attention I was placing on him was ruining his marriage. He
even convinced the reporter that he was suicidal. He is an artist at making people feel
sorry for him.
The fact of the matter is Mr. Guzan's marriage has been one in name only for a
very long time. It is not necessary to go into details, but the community at large knows
where blame lies. Certainly, it is not with me. Then we come to the problem of the 37 year
old man out with the 19 year old girl, buying her alcohol and using her as a schill to
cover the fact that he is driving without a license. When her 18 year old brother becomes
involved, then it is Mr. Guzan who becomes the innocent and damaged party.
We all know what he was doing with the young woman. She was above the age of
consent. That still doesn't make it right. Also, if he was in jail, where he belonged,
then the whole thing never would have happened.
Thank you for the mail. I enjoy it and do like putting it in the daily columns. Now to
change the subject, let's look at the case against Carolyn Gulnac.
This is a fine woman who has become the target of a slime ball attorney and the
Bradford Area School District.
The whole thing began when the school district refused to sign off on the taxes for the
1997 tax year. Carolyn Gulnac was the elected Foster Township Tax Collector. There was a
discrepancy. No one disputes that. However, that is where the situation took an
interesting turn.
For years the School District was remiss in its duty to audit the tax
collectors and the tax collecting bodies that gathered its annual revenues. Going back as
far as 1987 there were differences between what was expected and what actually
came in.
Keep in mind that there are three different tax rates during a 12 month period. If you
pay early, you get a discount. If you pay on time, you pay face value. If you pay late,
you pay a penalty. The expected amount is if everyone pays on time. That is a
perfect world with perfect people. However, we know that no place like that exists.
From the beginning there were discrepancies. In each case the school district accepted
what was given, made not audit as is required by law, and calmly went on about its
business of raising taxes each and every year. Finally, following the 1997 tax year, the
school district added up the shortfalls and decided that $212,000 or so was missing.
From that point on, without ever bringing any charges of of wrong doing against
Carolyn Gulnac, The School District and their attorney, Fred Gallup, began to prosecute
her in the media.
What should have been a quiet audit (which I am forced to point out has still not taken
place) became a highly publicized game of finger pointing with all of them pointing
directly at Mrs. Gulnac.
What happens to a person when they are accused by the system? How are they made to
feel? What do other people feel about them? What does that person who is accused, believe
that other people are feeling about them?
Carolyn Gulnac was a person who was not only respected, but has self respect. She was a
good woman. She was a widow who raised her children and then began a new life for herself.
She had her home and she enjoyed her flower garden. She was a meticulous housekeeper and a
very caring person. None of that mattered to the lawyer. He wanted to put Carolyn Gulnac
in jail and he did not care how he did it. When he realized he couldn't do that he just
slandered her good name and the media was more than happy to go along because it was
breaking news. Why would we expect anything less?
Now it is 1999. We are in the second tax year since the scandal began. Has anything
been accomplished? Has any money been recovered? Have the bookkeeping errors been found?
Has anyone bothered to look for them?
The answers are: NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
So what was the purpose?
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MARCH 15, 1999
I told you so!
Good morning at 5:57 A.M. It is 26.3 degrees and get ready, this is the
beginning of spring.
It's tough to get your fingers working in the morning sometimes. Today is one of those
days. The brain and the fingers just do not want to work together. As for the beginning of
spring, while the east coat is getting a St. Patrick's Day snow storm (actually the Ides
of March) we are looking spring square in the eyes. By Wednesday we should be near 50
degrees. It will be muddy and messy for awhile but what follows is sure worth it.
On a more serious note, evidently letters do work.
The ABC Morning News reports today that one in one hundred fifty males in our nation
are currently in prison. Mr. Robert Guzan joined those ranks last week. He was taken from
the hospital following his falling off his truck while it was allegedly being stolen and
directly to the McKean County jail where he is in isolation. A hearing is scheduled for
him this week as to whether he should stay in jail or be turned loose once more on an
Attorney General get out of jail free card.
Bob Denman, Jr., the young man (18) who allegedly stole Guzan's truck from the parking
lot of Tack's Inn at 12:25 A.M. on Tuesday, just may not be all that guilty of Grand Theft
Pickup Truck.
Denman, we are told, was in the company of Guzan that evening. It seems that the 18
year old Denman and his sister, also under 21 years of age, were in Guzan's company for a
considerable amount of time that night. Guzan, we were told, is to have even allegedly
purchased and supplied the two minors with alcohol. Denman's sister was described to the
police as Guzan's girl friend. Guzan is 37? What kind of mitigating circumstances might be
present under this scenario? Was it theft or just a joke? And, why was Guzan where he was
in the first place?
It is easy to sit back and say I told you so. It is especially easy today
because I told Judge Cleland, Michele Alfieri, and Gary Seefledt what was going on. No one
seemed to care enough to stop it. Just as long as Guzan did not get caught, he was none of
their affair. They did not care! They were told! They ignored it because, as our esteemed
crime fighting Attorney General said: "These people are to be looked up to!" (He
was talking about Bobby Guzan and Sean Bacha.) Right!
Aren't we lucky that no one was really hurt except for the skinning Guzan got when he
rolled down the road after falling off his truck. But what about the Denman kid? Now he
will have a record. This does not seem to be a case where Bobby Guzan was in a bar with
his girl friend and some stranger came up and pirated his vehicle. No. That is not the
case. Instead, this maybe is someone who was driving Guzan around taking the vehicle
because it was time to go and Guzan did not want to. Think of the possible tragic results
that could have happened. Think of what could have been said if someone, anyone, had been
killed. Who would take the blame then?
It is going to be real interesting to see what John Cleland will do and say.
This is as much his doing as the actors in these events.
Keep in mind now, I am a bad guy because I am looking over people's shoulders and
putting my two cents in where it is not welcome or proper. I am meddling in the courts,
the authorities, and in tourism. I am a bad guy. Yes, I certainly am.
Wasn't this a nicer and a much more friendly place before I started shooting my mouth
off! Before that, outrages like this were only talked about and never put in print for all
the world to see. Our Judge was not accountable when he let child molesters and rapists go
free. It was easy for him to slide deals to his rich friends. He could play ball with the
Attorney General for political favors - like maybe getting rid of a big mouth county
commissioner.
Anyone who knows Bobby Guzan knows what he is. For the Judge, the District Attorney,
and the Attorney General to get into the same bed with him, only serves to diminish their
own credibility in the eyes of the people they were elected to serve. Guzan by his own
admission is a criminal. All to many people knew of Guzan's activities with and in the
drug world. For him to escape by turning on people that he had financial dealings with is
a travesty and a slap across the faces of every person who struggles with life and tries
to do the right thing. It is, yet it happened.
It happened because the deal was done. And now that it is done, and now that Guzan has
spread more of his evil to two young adults not yet 21 years of age; what will be the
result? Can good come out of making deals with devils? Is it right for Law Enforcement to
make deals with drug dealers to catch the people who buy from them? John Cleland, Michele
Alfieri, and Mike Fisher say that it is. Reasonable law abiding people might say
different.
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