I hate to tell a certain Mr Banfill he has been conned. Roscoe never had a brother Redd and the only Ty in his connections was an elderly gentleman he shared a cell with many long years ago.

Roscoe Petross Willows, like his sister Sadie, has been many things over the years and most illegal. You can see why the family was so happy when he got an HONEST job with a NASCAR crew. Now that is in danger if we don't round that diabolical set of siblings up soon.

Sadie and Roscoe called my cell last night bragging about their little escapades since last I talked to them. Oh goodness, They did make it to Baja where they ditched the truck, it was empty by then anyhow. They caught a ride in a truck load of farmworkers heading toward Georgia then jumped ship when they found a man heading toward New York. Sadie suddenly had a yearning to see some tv show host in NYC. They did the side stop when they realized Mr Banfill was in that neck of the woods.

The jailbreak that was taking place while Willard and I were at Sylvia's hometown turned out to be another pair of runaways. Thank goodness.

Well, they are still trying to find a way into that show.

We're on our way with Sadie's pink butterfly net. More later.