The ordinance addresses this area in part by indicating that grass, weeds, and other vegetation may not exceed six inches in height.
It is the responsibility of the owner or occupant of the property to trim, cut, or remove all grass, weeds, or other vegetation and maintain the property in that fashion. You will have seven days from the date listed above to complete the work, or the township may be obligated to take further action as outlined in the ordinance; this would include ongoing fines and possibly other appropriate action to bring the property into compliance, such as the township will cut the grass, and a lien will be placed against the property. This warning will be effective for three years from the date of this notice. No further warnings will be issued in regard to this ordinance, and future violations will result in a citation being filed.
I look forward to you complying with this request to avoid any future hardship. Should you have any questions, feel free to contact me at the above number.
Sincerely,
Chief Wade Strickland
James exhaled, shaking his head as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He glanced at the date: 10-26, three fucking days. He heard a scream from the outhouse. James dropped the mail and ran around the cabin. Brittany came from the outhouse, a hand over her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he said as he approached.
She had tears in her eyes. She pointed to the outhouse. “He was in there.”
James stepped to the wooden structure and opened the door like it was booby-trapped. A pair of ratty light-blue cotton panties were displayed on top of the right-hand toilet seat. Whore was scrawled across the cotton in black marker. The letters were jagged—all capitals, as if the epithet was screamed. James grabbed a mitt of toilet paper and carefully picked up the underwear. Crusty white stains were inside and out. He winced, shaking his head. He dropped the underwear, threw the toilet paper in the hole, and slammed the door as he exited the outhouse.
Brittany stood, frowning, with her arms over her chest. “He was in there,” she said.
“I know,” he replied, pulling out his cell phone.
James dialed 9-1-1.
“This is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?” a female said.
“Harold Strickland trespassed on my property, went into my outhouse, and left a semen-stained pair of underwear. He also wrote a threat on the underwear.”
“Is anyone in immediate danger?”
“I don’t think so.”
“An officer will be dispatched.”
“One more thing. Harold Strickland is related to an officer and the police chief here in North Schuylkill Township. So please do not dispatch a Strickland here. It’s an obvious conflict of interest.”
“Yes, sir.”
James and Brittany waited on the front porch of the cabin.
“This is so fucked,” James said as Officer Dale Strickland pulled his cruiser into the driveway. He turned to Brittany. “You should wait inside.”
James met Officer Strickland on the driveway.
“Mr. Fisher, what can I do for you?”
“Your uncle Harold left semen-stained women’s underwear in my outhouse.”
He nodded with a smirk. “No septic here?”
“No.”
He grinned for a split second. “Let’s take a look at them panties.”
James clenched his jaw and led the officer to the outhouse. The officer entered alone. After a minute he exited and asked James for a plastic bag. James retrieved a bag from the kitchen, and the officer placed the underwear in the bag.
“Did you touch ’em?” Officer Strickland asked.
“I picked them up with toilet paper,” James replied.
The officer nodded. “Did anyone see Harold on the property?”
“All you have to do is test the DNA that’s all over it.”
Officer Strickland glared, the sun reflecting off his shades. “And how do you know he put ’em there? Nobody saw him. There’s no law against bustin’ a load in some panties.”
James crossed his arms. “This is bullshit.”
The officer moved closer,
It is the responsibility of the owner or occupant of the property to trim, cut, or remove all grass, weeds, or other vegetation and maintain the property in that fashion. You will have seven days from the date listed above to complete the work, or the township may be obligated to take further action as outlined in the ordinance; this would include ongoing fines and possibly other appropriate action to bring the property into compliance, such as the township will cut the grass, and a lien will be placed against the property. This warning will be effective for three years from the date of this notice. No further warnings will be issued in regard to this ordinance, and future violations will result in a citation being filed.
I look forward to you complying with this request to avoid any future hardship. Should you have any questions, feel free to contact me at the above number.
Sincerely,
Chief Wade Strickland
James exhaled, shaking his head as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He glanced at the date: 10-26, three fucking days. He heard a scream from the outhouse. James dropped the mail and ran around the cabin. Brittany came from the outhouse, a hand over her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he said as he approached.
She had tears in her eyes. She pointed to the outhouse. “He was in there.”
James stepped to the wooden structure and opened the door like it was booby-trapped. A pair of ratty light-blue cotton panties were displayed on top of the right-hand toilet seat. Whore was scrawled across the cotton in black marker. The letters were jagged—all capitals, as if the epithet was screamed. James grabbed a mitt of toilet paper and carefully picked up the underwear. Crusty white stains were inside and out. He winced, shaking his head. He dropped the underwear, threw the toilet paper in the hole, and slammed the door as he exited the outhouse.
Brittany stood, frowning, with her arms over her chest. “He was in there,” she said.
“I know,” he replied, pulling out his cell phone.
James dialed 9-1-1.
“This is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?” a female said.
“Harold Strickland trespassed on my property, went into my outhouse, and left a semen-stained pair of underwear. He also wrote a threat on the underwear.”
“Is anyone in immediate danger?”
“I don’t think so.”
“An officer will be dispatched.”
“One more thing. Harold Strickland is related to an officer and the police chief here in North Schuylkill Township. So please do not dispatch a Strickland here. It’s an obvious conflict of interest.”
“Yes, sir.”
James and Brittany waited on the front porch of the cabin.
“This is so fucked,” James said as Officer Dale Strickland pulled his cruiser into the driveway. He turned to Brittany. “You should wait inside.”
James met Officer Strickland on the driveway.
“Mr. Fisher, what can I do for you?”
“Your uncle Harold left semen-stained women’s underwear in my outhouse.”
He nodded with a smirk. “No septic here?”
“No.”
He grinned for a split second. “Let’s take a look at them panties.”
James clenched his jaw and led the officer to the outhouse. The officer entered alone. After a minute he exited and asked James for a plastic bag. James retrieved a bag from the kitchen, and the officer placed the underwear in the bag.
“Did you touch ’em?” Officer Strickland asked.
“I picked them up with toilet paper,” James replied.
The officer nodded. “Did anyone see Harold on the property?”
“All you have to do is test the DNA that’s all over it.”
Officer Strickland glared, the sun reflecting off his shades. “And how do you know he put ’em there? Nobody saw him. There’s no law against bustin’ a load in some panties.”
James crossed his arms. “This is bullshit.”
The officer moved closer,
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