Im Laufe seiner Geschichte so weit, hat NPD von 24 aufgezeichneten Chiefs of Police geführt worden. Der erste Vorstand gegründet im Jahre 1901 war John Barry. Der dienstälteste waren Buster Baker, Leiter von der 1958-1978 und Marshall Brisbin und dient als Chief 1982-2000. Chief Brisbin wurde von Chief Creech, dessen Dienst war kurz geschnitten, als er bei einem Flugzeugabsturz im Jahr 2002 ums Leben gefolgt.€
Innerhalb der letzten 2 Jahre haben wir gesagt, ein trauriger Abschied Chef Bill Augsburger und dann Chef Leroy Forsman, die beide im Ruhestand. Wir wünschen beiden gut, und hoffe, sie genießen ihren Ruhestand!
Die Abteilung wird derzeit von Chef Craig Kingsbury, die mit NPD seit 1991 geführt.€
It is a corrugated metal bench
There’s a loose screw, go get a wrench
Perhaps I should get it, it’d be a lot faster
There wouldn’t be this screw were it made out of plaster
As I sit here, all I can think of is how cold it is
And all the while, my pop’s losing it’s fizz
Why am I not inside, you ask?
Because I am writing a poem, oh what a task
How many people have thought the same thoughts
As they sat on this bench, maybe drinking a pop
And contemplating what to write
And wishing they could go fly a kite?
Selma April 2. Lowndesborough April 10 (Cos. “A” and “B”). Montgomery April 12. Columbus Road, near Tuskegee, April 14. Fort Tyler, West Point, Ga., April 16. Macon April 20. Irwinsville, Ga., May 10. Capture of Jeff Davis. At Macon and Nashville, Tenn., till July. Mustered out at Edgefield, Tenn., July 19, 1865.
Regiment lost during service 6 Officers and 67 Enlisted men killed and mortally wounded and 7 Officers and 321 Enlisted men by disease. Total 401.
War clutched the cup of love
Then dashed it to the ground
War snatched the Demon Pain
And had him quickly crowned;
I trembled in direst dread
With hands behind me bound.
War saw the God of Hope
And cursed Him loud and long
War smote the widow’s son
And dwarfed his body strong;
I, almost fainting, fell–
How gripped that binding thong.
War seized the country’s youth
And led them far from home
War found the Sea of Joy
And churned it into foam–
Made me a useless wreck
With all the world to roam.
War tossed the coins of luck
And chuckled in its mirth
War crushed the good in life
And robbed a nation’s worth–
I was taken, bleeding,
Then driven from the earth.
€ Your guess is as good as mine. In fact I will l leave it up to you to decide why this section was in Zampano’s notes in the first place. I found this entire section wrapped up with brown paper and bits of yellowed string. Who is this old guy in the picture, and where does he fit into this? I tried to do some research, but all I really have to go off of is his uniform and the name that was on the outside of the paper wrapping: Hiram. All I have found so far is dead end after dead end…Zampano must have realized as much, because he didn’t even leave any notes behind. I will send this to the editor with the rest, thrown in the middle with the bit about the labyrinth. That ought to confuse someone. -Johnny £
£ Johnny didn’t send me this section until long after House of Leaves was published for the first time. -Ed.