15620 county road 117

I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”

I was going to be late. I was on the verge of panic, uncertain of where I’d come from or why I was late, but I was going to be late.
Today was supposed to be different. I was sure of it. The start of something new. My only opportunity to move out of my little dead-end corner of Appalachia rested on me arriving for the night shift on time.
I sped over the rolling road in a panic. Dense old growth rushed past in a blur periodically broken by small plots of pasture, apple orchards and fields that a few months earlier were brimming with corn. Shadows danced out there in the dim moonlight and the closer I got to the airfield the more separated from the small outlying town I felt.
My steering wheel was cold and it vibrated wildly in rhythm with my heart. I tapped it impatiently.
The rusted hulk nearly left the road each time I crested a hillock. My suspension groaned under the salt spurred corrosion and strain.
I can get a new car if this all works out.
I nearly missed my turn. Fishtailing, I plodded off the main road onto an aptly named “Airport Drive”.
I came to a halt at the designated stall and turned the car off.
A minute to spare.
I looked out into the darkness beyond the parking area and a tingle ran down my spine. The shadows that were once dancing as I passed were still now and the air oppressive. My hands were tingled with cold yet brimmed with sweat. Before opening the door, I took a few deep breaths, flattened my hair, and made sure my uniform was sharp. Looking into my image in the rearview mirror I cleared my throat.
“Alright buddy. You’ve been drifting from service job to service job in this dying county for half a decade. Somethings got to change. *You’ve* got to change. You’ve got a daughter now, you can’t be out there chasing bar weasels and getting drunk every other night. It’s time to up your game. You aren’t the little boy who had to stand in the corner with his nose to the wall every time you messed up anymore. Now your choices matter for her life too. The pay and experience here are going to help springboard you off into something bigger and brighter. You can do this.”
My car door shrieked open causing the chirping and croaks in the forest around the airfield to briefly fall silent. The crunch of gravel followed me across the unpaved, unmarked parking spaces poorly illuminated by one lonely floodlight. I made my way to the entrance of the terminal and pulled open the door to the chime of an old brass bell.
“Oh, hey buddy.” He glanced at the clock. “You’re early.” Stepping into the room I saw Gus casually looking up from his crossword, bifocals resting on his fat, bright red nose.
“Yessir. I figured maybe if things weren’t too busy we could get started early. I’ve heard night shift can be a lot to take in.”
His brows furrowed and his mouth hung half open.
“Well….alright, I guess. But we’ll be easing you in. Just the basics for the first week.” He held up a finger, “Will and I are gonna rotate each night, until we know you’ve got the hang of it, then we’ll start giving you more responsibilities – if you’re up to it.”
We spent several hours on the night shift responsibilities for the airfield. Many of the duties weren’t too complicated. When we went to the control room at the base of the single tower overlooking the tarmac we flipped several very clearly marked switches turning the runway lights on and off. Then we walked over the several generators tucked away behind baggage claim to check their fuel and oil levels.
“Checking these emergency generators things each night seems a bit overkill, no?” I asked.
Gus smiled. “These aren’t for emergencies. This is our power. Yea, this past winter much to our surprise we found that some of the power poles came down. Some heavy rainfall right before the first snow turned the ground to soup and the just sort of…fell over.”
“They really shouldn’t do that.”
Gus shrugged. “Yea well, corners get cut all over the place. Damn things still aren’t back up, so here we are.”
As we walked back over to the portables for baggage claim and arrivals/departures. Another tingle ran down my spine. Instinctively I looked around and caught sight of something out in the dark. It was the feeling of being watched. I tried to focus my eyes on the darkness. I saw some gently pulsating shadows near the trees but nothing more.
The chirping and croaks were nowhere to be heard and I shivered.
“Come on kid, I ain’t got all night.”
I came to and trotted over to where Gus had stopped. “Sorry, I thought I saw…something.”
We continued onward, restocking the restrooms, went over baggage tagging and safe lifting procedures and the other mundane parts of preparing for the night’s departures and arrivals.
Finally, we wrapped up my first training session with perimeter checks.
Gus’ labored breathing alternated with his footfalls on the blacktop as we walked down the small runway.
“Every 3 hours you are going to be making this walk.” He gestured around. “You start over at the ATC tower and head out to the tree line, then follow that parallel to the tarmac until you pass the last of the landing lights and keep going until you hit the transmission shack. Don’t get distracted and go off following the transmission lines. Had a guy do that a year or two ago and it took us a week only to find his ass mumbling by the side of the road talking about the linemen – boy wasn’t right after that.”
He paused thoughtfully for a moment.
“Anywho, after the transmission shack you hook right following the shore of the river until you hit Eddie’s orchard then head back. You’ll pass his cornfield and follow that until you see the two terminal portables, then you check the parking lot and come back to the office to enter it all in the logbook. Just need to make sure there ain’t nothing out there that shouldn’t be.”
We continued walking in silence for a few minutes. “So what do I do if I find something? Are we looking for the Wilson boys or something? I thought they stopped causing trouble after you…”
“Well, you need to enter it in the logbook for one.”
“Bears? What do I do if it’s bears?”
He stopped. “Bears? What the hell are you rambling about? We don’t get bears this time of year. Oh, and be sure to bring your bear spray.”
“Even though there aren’t bears?”
“It’s under the counter next to the logbook.” He paused again. “If you see any wildlife, just take the truck out there and honk at it to get it away from the runway. Be sure to use your high beams, too. Very important. You see any people you get back to the office and call the Sheriff – don’t need to be a hero. You hear anything weird out there in the dark you leave it be, if it’s off property it’s not our problem.”
“Any questions?” he asked as we got back to the office.
A few.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great, Will’s in the control tower if anything comes up. No flights scheduled for tonight so it should be awfully quiet. Here’s the keys to the castle. Adios.”
He placed a massive key ring into my hand that had more keys than there were doors on the property and took off.
I sat down behind the counter, looked at the broken clock and sighed.
I was able to knock out the task list before midnight and had 6 more hours to kill before the end of my shift. There was no cell service, because of course not. I tried reading an old Town and Country magazine I found stashed under the desk and found most of the pages had been covered in circles and doodles by someone who must have been just as bored as I was on some unknown shift prior.
I decided to sweep up and clean the counters to keep myself busy and after I was done it was only 12:15.
I groaned.
The silence was oppressive. Outside the window was an empty, dark expanse with a slowly strobing series of red lights marking the flight line. I felt safer indoors but even then as I stared into the dark something felt off. If I turned my gaze from the windows I could see something out of the corner of my eyes. Branches swaying in the breeze.
There was no wind here.
12:34.
I pulled the logbook out from its shelf and placed it on the counter entering my start time, grabbed my flashlight and headed out into the frigid night.
The occasional whistling of the wind punctuated my footfalls. I passed red light posts every few yards on a never-ending runway. I kept walking for what felt like half an hour, losing count of the lights I’d passed. I turned back out of curiosity and still saw the slowly receding light of the air traffic control tower confirming that yes, all was well. After the runway ended I continued into the dark until coming to the boarded up transmission shack and the power lines that ran off into the forest.
I came the edge of the marsh and began following it. Minutes passed. I turned to get my bearings on the tower and found it’s lonely beacon, but I also noticed a void in the dark – not a blackness per-se, black is a color. No, it was a complete lack of color, a hole in existence out past the power lines. It was getting larger.
I picked up my pace.
I got to the orchard and looked back finding that the lights were out. All of them were out. And that thing in the forest was growing near.
I stood there and watched it for several minutes waiting for it to move. It didn’t.
I turned back now walking as fast as I could. After a dozen yards I stopped and turned around.
It was closer, I was sure of it. Much closer.
I turned and began to jog forgetting everything Gus had told me. It was gaining on me.
Now I was in a full-blown run down the flight line, glancing back every few moments, still unable to see it but sure it was there. The thing that had been watching me since I got here. The thing that drove a cold shock down my spine. This was it.
My legs pumped like pistons and the sting of cold air shot through my chest with each strained, gasping breath.
I passed the recently harvested cornfield, in which stood two perfectly still Deer judging me for my frantic escape.
It was gaining on me.
Finally I came to the portables. I slammed into the nearest door but it stood firm. I slammed my shoulder into it three more times and it didn’t budge. I remembered my key chain.
I pulled it out and started flipping through the keys. *too many keys*.
First key. No.
Second key. No.
Third key. No.
The fourth key worked, the tumbler clicked and I was in. Slamming the door back in place, I frantically locked it.
My hands were shaking and even though I was panting, I went to the window. The void cast long shadows across the field as it stood transfixed not on me, but on the deer.
“Shhhh” a man’s voice whispered from behind me.
“Oh SWEET JESUS FU-“ I screamed as a hand clamped down on my mouth.
“SHHH.” Sharper this time, commanding. “It’s me.” Will whispered, releasing his hand from my mouth.
“What..” I replied quietly as I turned to see him using his phone to maneuver the drone. “What’s going on? You scared the shit out of me. Nice to meet you by the way I’m..”
He smiled, “You gotta be more careful buddy, Didn’t Gus tell you not to go out into the woods?” Now that I could hear him clearly, his odd vowel pronunciation took me off guard. He’d fit right in, in Venice beach. Surfers. He sounded exactly like how I imagined California Surfers sounded. Very out of place for this part of the country. I shook the thought from my mind.
“I didn’t, I..”
He shushed me and pointed to the deer.
“Just…watch.”
I’d never seen deer stay still so long.
I strained my eyes to see. The shadows, tilled earth and wilted corn husks broke up the terrain making it hard to see what was hidden in plain sight. I’d see movement then have to dismiss it as wind kicking up gentle curtains of soil or the shifting of a shadow from the small movements in the night.
Slowly a thin sharp shadow moved, followed by another, then another. They moved in concert from that enormous void that had followed me.
The deer stood transfixed before it all happened at once.
A mixture of humanlike screams erupted as each of their bodies were slammed into the ground. Viscera painted the wind. In another moment the light went out and I heard Will sigh.
The wind whistled and died, but we could still hear it out there breathing heavily as it gorged itself. From where I stood I could only see a throbbing silhouette breaking the horizon as it went to work. A crisp snap rang out as it pulled limb by limb from the carcass. The throbbing of the shape slowed as a new sound arose. A contented hum made its presence felt through the rattling of the windows and doors and threatened to overwhelm my own beating heart.
The sound rose as the shape slowly moved closer.
“What do we..”
Will shushed me.
I jumped and stifled a scream as a wet, boneless appendage slammed against the window curiously. The doorknob rattled though this time not from the creatures’ purr but from it’s clumsy efforts to open the door and join us inside.
The ceiling creaked above us under a massive weight.
It groaned as if remembering something and suddenly began moving away back towards the trees. There were no footfalls, just the gently receding sound of a blissful purr.
When it finally entered the world beyond its movements melted into those of the swaying branches becoming indiscernible. The more I tried to focus on it the harder it was to recall its form or the impossibility I’d just witnessed.
Will smiled and patted me on the shoulder sadly, “Welcome to Murkintok.”

A year or two ago I remember reading about an upcoming potential sighting of Aurora Borealis so a friend of mine woke up at 3am or 4am and we drove north on I-5 looking for a spot. We ended up north or around Skagit County I believe and in a park overlooking a city or town after finding a park I can't remember the name of.
We drove down a dirt road for a mile or two into a wooded area and which opened up to a parking lot with a small park with maybe one or two shelters and two or three large row steps to sit at with a metal railing guarding the incline.
For the life of me, I can't remember the name of the park and can't locate it on Google Maps. Does this sound familiar to anyone?
I know it's not great description but hoping someone can help, thanks in advance!

New Castle County John Doe was a man aged between 20 to 40 years old who was blindfolded, wrapped, and dumped on the side of the road in Wilmington, Delaware on September 19, 1993. He is believed to either be Asian or Native American. He was 5'9-5'11 and 120 to 140 pounds.
Robert Lee Trower was an Asian American man who disappeared from Bremerton, Washington on January 1, 1983. I can't find much information on his disappearance besides the Namus listing and a Websleuths thread, but his demographics match up a lot with NCCJD. NCCJD is believed to be either Asian or Native as mentioned earlier, and Trower is Asian (Japanese to be specific). He also fits within the age and weight ranges. Trower was 25 when he disappeared, making him around 35 when NCCJD was found, which fits within the 20-40 range, and it is believed that NCCJD was likely over 30. Trower was also 130 pounds, which would fit right in the median of what NCCJD's weight was suspected to be. Trower was 5'10, which is also the median of the 5'9 to 5'11 range that was given for NCCJD. There also seem to be similarities in Trower's facial structure (though his identification picture on Namus is rather poor quality) and NCCJD's sketch reconstruction by Michael McNicholas, especially when you give Trower long hair. I touched up Trower's picture and did a comparison which I'll link below. The major thing in difference I notice is that Trower has bushy eyebrows and the renditions of NCCJD do not.
I know it is unlikely that a missing person from Washington state would end up on the other side of the country in Delaware, but ever since Walker County Jane Doe got identified as Sherri Jarvis from Minnesota, nothing would surprise me anymore. What do you think?
Trower's Namus page: https://www.namus.gov/MissingPersons/Case#/58044/details?nav
NCCJD's Namus page: https://www.namus.gov/UnidentifiedPersons/Case#/2266
NCCJD's Doe Network page: https://www.doenetwork.org/cases/1731umde.html
Trower Websleuths thread: https://www.websleuths.com/forums/threads/wa-robert-lee-trower-25-bremerton-1-jan-1983.451152/
Face comparison: https://imgur.com/a/lFZFi00

Throwaway account so no personal details are involved.
Tldr: - My girlfriend is being accused of Hit and Run and has been summoned to the police station. What is the best course of action from here?
Hi All, So my girlfriend on her way back from Office about a month ago hit a kid who was crossing in the middle of the road on a bicycle. There were no injuries on the kid ( age around 9 probably) and she did stop to check on her and make sure she is ok. She even asked where her parents where and if she should take the kid to her parents but the kid refused. So she left. But a month later, she got a call from the police and she did speak to the police about the case. The police said that the parents wanted to file for Arrest but they dont think there is a case here. Her insurance was charged around 3500$ for medical expenses of the child and that was it. Today she got a call from the police again and they said that they are gonna charge her with a misdemeanour and if she can come to the police station tomorrow evening. What is our best course of action here? We did consult with a lawyer here and he said that we need to retain him for 5000$ and she will probably get arrested and then arraigned before court on Monday. Is he right? She is on Work visa if that is relevant. Location is Nassau County, Long Island. Please, any help/advice is appreciated! TIA.

I do not live on a road that has houses, it's just apartments and little shops. A small animal road kill has been in front of my apt for a while. I am concerned of it's decay. Who do I call to dispose of it? County/City? I'm in Lohud.
I don't think it's in my super's purview to do so...

Individuals who visited the Cabin John Ice Rink in Bethesda (at 10610 Westlake Drive) on May 24, between 6-9 p.m., and/or a professional office building in Gaithersburg (at 16220 Frederick Road) on May 30, between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m., may have been exposed to the highly contagious viral infection. This is the first reported measles case in Maryland since 2019.

https://www.fox5dc.com/news/measles-case-confirmed-in-montgomery-county-residents-urged-to-monitor-for-symptoms

Officially, inner London and outer London are defined by the boroughs which were or weren't in the County of London in the past, for example, Camden is an inner London borough and Brent is an outer London borough. For the purpose of this thread, let's call the City of London and City of Westminster central London.
However, if we look at some other systems, we can also have some other definition as well.
For example, in terms of postcode, the EC and WC are the central London outside, the compass point postcodes are inner London, while the remainder of London postal region such as BR, CR, DA, WD, etc., are outer London.
In terms of road transport, the inner ring road (congestion charge boundary) can serve as the limit of central London, the north and south circulars (ULEZ boundary) can serve as the limit of inner London, while the M25 can serve as the limit of outer London.
In terms of rail transport, zone 1 is central London, zone 3 is the limit of inner London while zone 6 is the limit of outer London.
In the past, there were two dialling codes for inner and outer London as well although the definition of central London is missing here.
Which of the above do you think matches the reality the most? i.e. most of the attractions, businesses, vibe should be in Central London, inner London should have an urban characteristic, while outer London should feel more quiet.
Some examples: - Farringdon is clearly within the central zone of both road and rail, and has an EC postcode as well, but it is in the borough of Islington rather than City of London. Is it in Central London?

• St Pancras is in zone 1, but it is outside the congestion charge area, doesn't have a central postcode, and is in the borough of Camden. Is it in Central London?
  
• The E4 postcode district extends as far as Sewardstone, which is a village outside the Greater London boundary (in Epping Forest District) but having an inner London postcode. It is between the North Circular and the M25, and the closest railway station is in zone 5. Do you consider that place inner, outer or outside London?
  
• Some zone 2 stations such as Kilburn Park is in Borough of Brent, an outer London borough. They have are all within the North Circular and have an NW postcode as well. Do you consider these places inner or outer London?
  

Finally, where do you think urban London ends and the suburbia starts?

Jackass in a huge truck constantly goes 50-60 in a 40 on my small ass county road. The road isn’t even a mile long. He has hit and killed three neighborhood dogs that I know about. Is there anything I can do? I just got a puppy and I’m scared this piece of crap is going to hit him if my dog gets loose

Crosslanes has three four way stoplight intersections along a two-three mile stretch of the main road. This causes a stupid amount of traffic during rush hour.
The majority of people going through the intersections are trying to get to the interstate, which is straight down Big Tyler, but the stoplights force traffic to a complete stop for the small number of traffic not going straight forward.
It's ridiculous. It can take 15 minutes to get out of Cross Lanes on Big Tyler during rush hour, and I'm convinced it's completely to do with the poor design of the roads.
Are there any professionals who would be willing to help write a letter to Kanawha County and the State Legislatures about this issue? I would love some professional input. Any citizens who would also like to right a letter should get into contact with me as well.

I know this is probably out there for this sub, but figured I'd ask. I've tried looking on the San Diego county websites, and I don't find an answer. I see one place where it said that you aren't supposed to just dump water from your gutters to the sidewalk/road, but it doesn't really say what to do with it. I'm trying to get it away from the house, but then what?
Before anyone says rain barrels, 1 in of rain is something like 700 gallons of water. I can't have 30 55 gallon drums to catch it. It's going to have to go somewhere. Maybe I'm not finding the right sites. Most Google searches bring up sites about yard conversion rebates and stuff like that.

The county is now advertising for bids on phase one of the project which starts along the Old Rock Island Railroad from the Saline County line, north, to Hilaro Springs Road. Judge Hyde expects to break ground on this section in July of this year. The Judge said that this section has two bridges that will be prefabricated and placed on site. The rest is on an elevated train bed.
https://www.arkansasoutside.com/the-southwest-trail-moving-forward-in-pulaski-county/

I’ll try and keep it concise.
Bought a house in March of this year. Neighbors (who are selling their house and don’t live there) have a big yard next to us, but according to the orange stake on the corner of the property and county GIS map, we own 6 feet out from the outside wall of the garage. I had neatly stacked some stuff out against that wall, nothing big and certainly not encroaching. Have had no problems up until a few days ago.
Neighbors were mowing their yard a few days ago because it’s now under contract. The wife rode over and told my girlfriend who was outside that they technically own all the way up to 6 inches from our garage wall and that we would need to move all of our stuff stacked there so she could mow there. I wasn’t there to argue but we didn’t move the stuff because it’s very clearly on my property. The lady ended up moving all of it at 9:30pm and mowed under it and left our stuff stacked in our driveway. Not cool at all with me, but I was gonna let it slide.
Fast forward to today. Girlfriend is outside cleaning car and the lady is back at her house. Comes over and starts giving my girlfriend shit for having to move that stuff, which I had promptly moved back against the wall. Of course I had done all the research I could, and reinforced the fact that that stake is indeed about 6 feet out from the garage wall. Not to mention the GIS county map showing the property line to be in that general area.
After what I’m assuming is a few minutes of them going back and forth, I come outside and start to argue with the lady. She says they had their property surveyed 17 years ago and that’s how they came to this conclusion. Wouldn’t show proof. Also proceeded to tell me the orange stake in the back corner of my property is correct? But it’s exponentially further out from the garage wall than 6 inches? Whatever. She won’t even go look at the stake that I conveniently went and stood above while arguing with her. Few minutes later she rage-walked away and sent her husband over to call me a dickhead and my girlfriend a bitch (in front of our 2 YO and 2 MO). Then said they’d be back to throw all of our stuff out onto the street.
I would’ve moved all my stuff if there were any evidence presented whatsoever that suggested the property line was in fact 6 inches from our garage wall, but so far all the evidence available is kind of stacked in my favor but I’m not sure what to do when I wake up and all my shit stacked there is gone.. girlfriend called the state police but I’m sure they’ll just tell everyone to play nice and be on their way. I would even be open to them proving that the property line is on some egregious angle to the road but my deed even says the property is rectangular, and the GIS map also shows this. Even if the stuff was junky or looked bad I would just move it for curb appeal but it’s a grill, a farm tub, and a box for the bed of my truck. What’s my course of action here assuming the burden of proof is on them?
Edit: My garage was an addition built in 1961. I don’t know anything about permits or property laws back then but I have trouble believing they would be permitted to build an additional structure so close to the alleged property line.

Hi modding experts, I need your help organizing and figuring out the best set up of my current load order and which of my mods are obsolete, useless/broken(and why) or in a wrong position or lack of a required file.
The game keeps crashing every 20-30 mins (also with new saves I do for testing) even though I partially copied this LO from orders labeled as stable online.
Here's my LO as I read it on the console

1. USSEP
2. Unofficial CC content patch
3. RW2 resources
4. EOSI
5. Patron carriages/innkeepers (I like the expensive travels & inns but I still don't know if this conflicts with EOSI, need testing)
6. Debug menu
7. Realistic ragdolls and force
8. Immersive Leveling
9. Character Creation Overhaul AIO
10. Craftable Telvanni robes
11. Craftable Hold guard armor
12. Ars Metallica
13. Undiscovered Skyrim
14. Open Civil War
15. Paarthurnax Dilemma
16. Become a whiterun guard
17. Destroy thieves guild
18. Thugs Not assassins
19. Jenassa fix - bosmer armor
20. Bosmer armor pack
21. Realistic AI detection - LITE
22. Dangerous Skooma
23. Summermyst
24. Narrative loot
25. Smithed equipment in loot
26. Face masks of skyrim
27. Morrowind imports
28. 360 walk & run - standalone
29. Fire HD
30. Enhanced Blood texture
31. Unique uniques
32. Frost white glass armor
33. Black and gold ebony armor
34. Black and gold ebony weapons
35. Royal armory - New artifacts (don't know if this conflicts with CRF or other, it's the version that only replaces a few vanilla weapons of the important characters)
36. Beyond skyrim Morrowind- Bonemold weapons
37. Bones for a crow fix (don't know if this is obsolete with the Unofficial CC patch or the USSEP but last lime I checked I still needed this because the corpse of the npc didn't appear, a common bug)
38. Special edition followers (this one only alters some followers AI and combat styles)
39. More tavern idles
40. CRF (I can't figure out where to put this, I fear it overwrites something I move it higher)
41. RDO
42. Serana expanded dialogue add-on (do not confuse with the most famous meme-like serana dialogue add on, this is the one that uses most vanilla features of serana)
43. More to say 9.0.2
44. Civil War lines expansion
45. RDO + CRF + USSEP patch
46. Bosmers have antlers
47. Vanilla hair remake NPCs
48. Vanilla hair remake replacer
49. Brighter torches
50. Spells light dynamic shadows (i saw it can be used with other lighting mods I just don't know if is better above or below elfx)
51. Updated ELFX (...and here comes the mess)
52. ELFX fixes
53. ELFX enhancer
54. ELFX exterior fixes
55. JKs interiors AIO (...where do I put this?)
56. Simply Darker Nights (by the same author of "brighter torches" above, these two work well together)
57. Enhanced skyrim nights
58. Lush aspen fall trees 2k - gamerpauly
59. HD birch bark (for the above, simply retexture the bark of rift trees)
60. Lush Vanilla trees 1K - gamerpauly
61. Improved terrain LOD meshes (...where do I put this?)
62. Capital of winterhold
63. Solitude docks (need testing if it conflicts with JKs or something else)
64. Arthmoor Practice dummies
65. Arthmoor Provincial Courier service
66. Arthmoor Oakwood (and all the Artmoor villages in a non particular order EXCEPT Keld-Nar and Telengard)
67. Arthmoor Storefront
68. Environs - Whiterun watchtower
69. Environs - shrines of talos (maybe it conflicts somewhere with JKs skyrim but I don't know yet)
70. Quaint raven rock
71. Quaint raven rock - ELFX exterior fix
72. Better Tel Mithrtyn
73. Books of skyrim (...where do I put this? It seems not conflicting with anything at the moment)
74. JKs skyrim AIO (...where do I put this?)
75. JKs windhelm outskirts (I can't understand if the windhelm exterior that look super cool in this mod is already present in the Jks skyrim AIO, is this repetitive? it seems not but I need to know where to put this in LO because it crashes sometimes in this area)
76. Bells of skyrim
77. Bells of skyrim - JKs skyrim patch
78. Bells of skyrim - Immersive citizens patch
79. ( ...and here comes the other mess below)
80. JKs skyrim CRF + Arthmoor's mods patch
81. JKs skyrim Storefront patch
82. JKs skyrim ELFX exterior patch
83. Jks INTERIORS ELFX patch
84. JKs INTERIORS- JKs skyrim AIO patch
85. JKs INTERIORS ELFX fixes patch
86. Jks INTERIORS USSEP patch
87. Jks INTERIORS ELFX Enhancer patch
88. JKs skyrim - Immersive citizens patch
89. JKs INTERIORS- Immersive citizens patch
90. JKs windhelm outskirts- USSEP patch
91. JKs windhelm outskirts- CC ebony plate armor patch
92. JKs windhelm outskirts- NO snow under roof patch
93. JKs windhelm outskirts- Immersive citizens
94. NO snow under the Roof
95. The Marshlands by Tesfiend
96. Wildcat injuries animations DAR
97. Immersive movement
98. Wildcat
99. Wildcat patch Immersive movement
100. Mortal Enemies patch Immersive movement (the mod M.E. is included in a mod below, so I don't need to re-download it but still need this to converge between ME effects and Immersive movement right? I'm confused about this)
101. Hardcore Dragons difficulty
102. Better Auriel Bow
103. Vanilla Plus v5.1.1 (this is the mod that contains Mortal Enemies which compatibility is needed between it's changes and Immersive movement, right?)
104. Vokrii
105. EOSI - vokrii patch
106. Immersive citizens- AI overhaul (...where do I put this?)
107. Immersive patrols (large battles)
108. Populated land roads path
109. Lightly populated settlements
110. Lucien (...where do i put this guy in my LO?)
111. Lucien Anniversary
112. Taliesin elf follower
113. Dominion's more high elves
114. Immersive Winterhold NPCs (there are two of this exact same mod which one is the most up to date? I have the one with the argonian mage in the thumbnail)
115. Erandil thalmor follower
116. Notice board - better solstheim
117. Notice board
118. RW2 (with it's resources file up at the top)
119. JKs skyrim - RW2 patch
120. Imperial rewards
121. Immersive hunting
122. Mammoth pelts (don't know yet if it conflicts with Immersive hunting)
123. Heliomancy Spells
124. Bound Shield
125. Caves of morrowind (...a dungeon, where do I put this?)
126. Depths of Skyrim (...where? Above or below RW2?)
127. Hold border banners
128. Elemental fury offhand fix
129. RJ tweaks - followers (... where do I put this? Does it conflicts with Immersive citizens?)
130. RJ tweaks - hearthfire (above or below Immersive hunting? Or where?)
131. D13 faster get up
132. Alternate Start
133. JKs INTERIORS - Alternate start patch
134. Color patches remover

Company Name	Title	City
SIm10Consulting	B737 Contract Instructor	Marion County
FRESENIUS	Facility Social Worker	Altamonte Springs
FRESENIUS	Manager Social Work Svcs	Altamonte Springs
L3Harris Technologies	Senior Associate, Electrical Engineering	Anna Maria
Variant	Over the Road Driver (OTR Driver)	Apopka
Variant	OTR Driver	Apopka
Aveanna Healthcare	Home Health Licensed Practical Nurse LPN	Apopka
L3Harris Technologies	Lead Avionics Systems Engineer	Bay Pines
Aveanna Healthcare	LPN Private Duty Nurse - Boca Raton Area	Boca Raton
Aveanna Healthcare	Aveanna Healthcare Private Duty Nurse LPN	Boca Raton
RAYUS Radiology	Radiologic Technologist	Boca Raton
Aveanna Healthcare	Aveanna Healthcare Private Duty Nurse RN	Bonita Springs
American Family Dental	Dental Hygienist	Bradenton
Aveanna Healthcare	Home Health Physical Therapist Assistant PTA	Bradenton
CenterWell Home Health	Home Health Licensed Practical Nurse	Bradenton
HCA Florida Brandon Hospital	Registered Nurse (RN)	Brandon
HCA Florida Brandon Hospital	RN	Brandon
Aveanna Healthcare	Home Health Licensed Practical Nurse LPN Full Time	Brandon
Aveanna Healthcare	Home Health Registered Nurse RN Weekday Weekend On Call	Brooksville
HCA Florida Oak Hill Hospital	Registered Nurse (RN)	Brooksville
HCA Florida Oak Hill Hospital	RN	Brooksville
Aveanna Healthcare	Aveanna Healthcare Private Duty Nurse LPN	Cape Coral
Aveanna Healthcare	Aveanna Healthcare Private Duty Nurse RN	Cape Coral
Aveanna Healthcare	LPN	Christmas
Aveanna Healthcare	Licensed Practical Nurse (LPN)	Christmas

Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in fl. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!