CHAPTER FOURTEEN
September 2, 2013, 5:30 p.m.
1651 Rodeo Drive
West Sedona, Arizona
Sunday, September 1, turned out to be a day of rest. Eddie and I sat around his house licking our wounds. I took my meds, sipped on tea, and surfed the net for news of our deadly encounter. By Sunday afternoon, our adventure hit the major networks and blogs.
I tried to put the events of Schnebly Tank and their aftermath into some sort of lucid context. I typed up my best recollections. I added them to the draft of the story of the search for the Christus. After I saved the file, I attached a copy to an e-mail that I sent to Gretchen. As a precaution, I sent a copy to each of my sons.
Then I said ten rosaries and took a nap. I slept most of the day.
Monday morning became another thing entirely. Leaks
