He was in there OVER THREE (3) HOURS ! ! !

Friday, August 19, 2005 Dear [Mrs. L after a night of fear N confusion], I apologize for the rude shock it must have been see a notice on my door that I insisted on being present for any entrance to my apartment, once you had arranged for an electrician so quickly. You’ve set the precedence for that door as the medium for our notices to one another, but I did not intend such harshness for your eyes. Finally someone clearly realized how very serious I was about the contents of the letter which I had given the city along with payment in May. My giving [Mr. L] a courtesy copy, immediately following my having left that letter with the power department, apparently gave him cause to enter my apartment, and, in his words to me, test every outlet and any other thing electrical over a period of three hours. Since I could see nothing to lead me to believe a stick of furniture had been moved, and he kept insisting, he, and not the city, would have been liable, -- as excuse to spend three hours alone in my dwelling; our subsequent conversation led to raised voices, my taking what he said to mean I must be lying, and he and me mutually threatening one another in words and posture. Our final words to one another were to the effect: KALto XYXY, “don’t you threaten me. I don’t want you in here. I’m not trying to place blame on you, I see the city at fault.” & XYXY’s to KAL: “you don’t like it – get your fat ass outa here. You don’t want to see me really mad!”
That experience, and his having told me some time ago about an instance in which he drove several hours north and ended up leaving several bullets in someone else’s dwelling (I believe he did say that was over twenty years ago), and my headlights catching him ducking behind my garbage container, caused me to sit in my car wondering what was up with him. After several tentative times putting his head up to see what I might be doing (or have done) and eventually stepping out and going and removing that notice from my door, approximately 8:40 last night, & heading up the drive to your home, I decided to leave and ponder whether I should come back home. I’m still wondering what I should do now. My view of me as a renter, and yours and [Mrs. L’s] are very much at variance. I think you know I much prefer dialogue; we all know yours and Glenn’s preference is to put your heads together and leave me ultimatums for me to find on my door. I’m wondering if we need to find a mediator. I continue to believe each of us is good at heart, but, frankly, communication between us, well, sucks. I am open to you calling me at work if you’d like. KAL