charlie sherrill
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Have been kinda interesting. Most of you know that after my second knee replacement I more or less got off shift work and have been working with the courts or serving process. Serving process is what I do now. If you haven't paid an outstanding bill, getting a divorce you may or may not know about, are getting sued, or just need evicting, and you live around here you'll probably get to meet me sometime. I also occassionally help with lunacy hearings. I still get the occassional hot call, just not as often.
The week literally started off with a bang. Monday morning I was on my way to work and saw a couple standing by a Cadillac. It was smoking and at first I thought maybe it had just overheated. I pulled over to see if I could assist. As I got closer to the car I could see fire under the hood. I called for a fire truck and got the extinguisher out of the trunk of my cruiser. I emptied the extinguisher and slowed the fire down a little but I couldn't put it all the way out. The fire got bigger and I began to wonder where the fire truck was. I was on U.S. Highway 49 just north of Brooklyn, Ms. I backed away from the fire and shut the highway down. Another deputy arrived and went to the back of the line of traffic to try to slow them down and prevent a wreck. After about 15 minutes and a fully involve car fire I finally heard the fire truck coming. They put what was left of the Caddy out pretty fast. After talking to one of the firemen I found out they had been on a house fire in the wee hours of the morning and had just gone to bed a few minutes before the car fire. After the car cooled off enough to be towed I talked to the owner. He was active military. His Dad had bought the Caddy new in 1984 and that was what he drove when he was home on leave. I gave him a ride to town and dropped him off at Dad's.
For some reason this one made me think of Cajun Lawyer. I told him about it in an e-mail. There is an older woman who takes care of people with mental problems. She lodges them in three old houses and is paid by some government entity (I'm not sure which) to make sure they have a place to stay, something to eat, and make sure they take their meds. They don't always take the meds and we show up frequently to "re-commit" them. Last weekend two of the residents got into an altercation. One of them stabbed and killed the other with a flounder gig. I've seen lots of murder weapons over the years, but never a flounder gig. I predict the suspect will at some point in the future find himself in a permanent home for the criminally insane.
Yesterday I heard dispatch give out a domestic call. I was close and was going to back up the deputy assigned to that area, but I found myself getting there first. Some pushing and shoving had taken place. Baby momma is 14. Pusher and shover baby daddy is 17. Baby granny called it in. The call was located in a trailer park with very bad unpaved roads. I found baby daddy trying to leave the scene....on a skateboard. He had just come off the gravel road and was just kicking off on the pavement when I stopped him. He was crying and said he needed some help. I told him I would do something when the other deputy arrived. Deputy Phillip arrived and agreed to stay with him until I could go down to the trailer and see what was going on. Nobody was hurt and baby granny and baby momma just wanted him gone. We told him what trespassing was all about and gave him a ride to his mother's house about 20 miles away.
I had to serve an eviction notice last week. I do not like telling anyone they have to leave their home for any reason. However, when the home is piled up with crap, junk cars, mangy dogs, and listless grown children, for some reason I don't feel as guilty. After spraying several ankle nippers with pepper spray I made it to the front door. A very unkept woman in her 20's answered the door. I remembered her from four years ago when I had picked her up there for breaking into some cars in another county. I told her why I was there and asked to speak to her mother, the former owner of the house. She said she had taken her mother back too Florida three weeks ago. I asked her who that was standing behind her drinking a beer and she turned around and said "Mom, when did you get back?" I served Mom the papers and told her she had two weeks to get out. "I ain't got nowhere to go." I then explained the eviction process whereby we would show up with a crew of inmates, move her stuff to the road where we weren't legally responsible for it, and then post the house against trespassers. I felt relieved when I passed by there today and saw a U-Haul truck backed up to the door.
I went to another house today to serve an eviction notice and found out they had been gone since January. At some point in time someone had busted the sheetrock out of the walls and stolen all the copper wiring. All the ceiling fans had been ripped out of the ceiling. Some doors were missing. The grass was four feet high. The place was full of garbage and someone had started a fire in the middle of what used to be the living room and caused smoke damage all over the house. I'm sure the bank will be happy to get this one back.
I had a summons for a lawsuit filed by a rental company from Texas against a contractor here for $33,000.00. I went to the guy's house and he wouldn't come to the door. He never came to the door Can't kick it open for a summons. He lived close to town so I checked by there every day on the way to do other stuff. It finally dawned on me that his lawn was perfectly manicurred by noon evfery Friday. I showed up at 11:00 a.m. last Friday and as I drove down his cul-de-sac I saw him driving away from me on his riding mower. He didn't see me until he had driven the mower all the way around the house to where I was now standing with the summons. His words were "damn you're good, would you like a diet Pepsi?" As I drank the Pepsi he showed me all the scars he had from Nam and he turned out to be a pretty nice guy. He said he wouldn't dodge me in the future.
I had to serve subpoenas on a murder case today I've already served them once, but the defendant had not had his psychological evaluation and the case was continued until this could be done. I saw Deputy Roy getting him ready in the jail yesterday for the trip to the state hospital. Maybe they'll be through with him before his court date. I wasn't involved with the original case but after talking to the folks getting subpoenas I learned he had allegedly stabbed his wife over thirty times. I'm totally caught up with process right now. It doesn't happen often.
The week literally started off with a bang. Monday morning I was on my way to work and saw a couple standing by a Cadillac. It was smoking and at first I thought maybe it had just overheated. I pulled over to see if I could assist. As I got closer to the car I could see fire under the hood. I called for a fire truck and got the extinguisher out of the trunk of my cruiser. I emptied the extinguisher and slowed the fire down a little but I couldn't put it all the way out. The fire got bigger and I began to wonder where the fire truck was. I was on U.S. Highway 49 just north of Brooklyn, Ms. I backed away from the fire and shut the highway down. Another deputy arrived and went to the back of the line of traffic to try to slow them down and prevent a wreck. After about 15 minutes and a fully involve car fire I finally heard the fire truck coming. They put what was left of the Caddy out pretty fast. After talking to one of the firemen I found out they had been on a house fire in the wee hours of the morning and had just gone to bed a few minutes before the car fire. After the car cooled off enough to be towed I talked to the owner. He was active military. His Dad had bought the Caddy new in 1984 and that was what he drove when he was home on leave. I gave him a ride to town and dropped him off at Dad's.
For some reason this one made me think of Cajun Lawyer. I told him about it in an e-mail. There is an older woman who takes care of people with mental problems. She lodges them in three old houses and is paid by some government entity (I'm not sure which) to make sure they have a place to stay, something to eat, and make sure they take their meds. They don't always take the meds and we show up frequently to "re-commit" them. Last weekend two of the residents got into an altercation. One of them stabbed and killed the other with a flounder gig. I've seen lots of murder weapons over the years, but never a flounder gig. I predict the suspect will at some point in the future find himself in a permanent home for the criminally insane.
Yesterday I heard dispatch give out a domestic call. I was close and was going to back up the deputy assigned to that area, but I found myself getting there first. Some pushing and shoving had taken place. Baby momma is 14. Pusher and shover baby daddy is 17. Baby granny called it in. The call was located in a trailer park with very bad unpaved roads. I found baby daddy trying to leave the scene....on a skateboard. He had just come off the gravel road and was just kicking off on the pavement when I stopped him. He was crying and said he needed some help. I told him I would do something when the other deputy arrived. Deputy Phillip arrived and agreed to stay with him until I could go down to the trailer and see what was going on. Nobody was hurt and baby granny and baby momma just wanted him gone. We told him what trespassing was all about and gave him a ride to his mother's house about 20 miles away.
I had to serve an eviction notice last week. I do not like telling anyone they have to leave their home for any reason. However, when the home is piled up with crap, junk cars, mangy dogs, and listless grown children, for some reason I don't feel as guilty. After spraying several ankle nippers with pepper spray I made it to the front door. A very unkept woman in her 20's answered the door. I remembered her from four years ago when I had picked her up there for breaking into some cars in another county. I told her why I was there and asked to speak to her mother, the former owner of the house. She said she had taken her mother back too Florida three weeks ago. I asked her who that was standing behind her drinking a beer and she turned around and said "Mom, when did you get back?" I served Mom the papers and told her she had two weeks to get out. "I ain't got nowhere to go." I then explained the eviction process whereby we would show up with a crew of inmates, move her stuff to the road where we weren't legally responsible for it, and then post the house against trespassers. I felt relieved when I passed by there today and saw a U-Haul truck backed up to the door.
I went to another house today to serve an eviction notice and found out they had been gone since January. At some point in time someone had busted the sheetrock out of the walls and stolen all the copper wiring. All the ceiling fans had been ripped out of the ceiling. Some doors were missing. The grass was four feet high. The place was full of garbage and someone had started a fire in the middle of what used to be the living room and caused smoke damage all over the house. I'm sure the bank will be happy to get this one back.
I had a summons for a lawsuit filed by a rental company from Texas against a contractor here for $33,000.00. I went to the guy's house and he wouldn't come to the door. He never came to the door Can't kick it open for a summons. He lived close to town so I checked by there every day on the way to do other stuff. It finally dawned on me that his lawn was perfectly manicurred by noon evfery Friday. I showed up at 11:00 a.m. last Friday and as I drove down his cul-de-sac I saw him driving away from me on his riding mower. He didn't see me until he had driven the mower all the way around the house to where I was now standing with the summons. His words were "damn you're good, would you like a diet Pepsi?" As I drank the Pepsi he showed me all the scars he had from Nam and he turned out to be a pretty nice guy. He said he wouldn't dodge me in the future.
I had to serve subpoenas on a murder case today I've already served them once, but the defendant had not had his psychological evaluation and the case was continued until this could be done. I saw Deputy Roy getting him ready in the jail yesterday for the trip to the state hospital. Maybe they'll be through with him before his court date. I wasn't involved with the original case but after talking to the folks getting subpoenas I learned he had allegedly stabbed his wife over thirty times. I'm totally caught up with process right now. It doesn't happen often.
Thanks Charlie for your wonderful stories. I can't hardly wait for the next chapter. Don
