Preponderance

A Preponderance of Evidence, an overwhelming Preponderance of  Circumstantial Evidence. Self-evident evidence, gathered, culled and gleaned from this, that and the other thing, over ten years. {Bird's Eye View Detective Agency William Kenney/farmer, comes up with the goods (ken: to know; Kenney: the One that Knows)} -->The Assassination of Resident Kenney, and the ensuing massive cover-up.  Uncovered! Anti-marijuana knee-jerk reactionaries (NHAGOs) killed Liko Kenney, freedom fighter. 5/11/07 action was NOT spontaneous (G.F. was not just "passing by", but standing by, or more accurately, sitting in his pick-up with his son, watching like a hawk), but well planned out, for years, if not decades, just doing his job.  Put succinctly: Liko Kenney (and/or his father, Davy), smoked one to many joints/medical marijuana, for the liking of the NHAGOs, enforcers of the draconian marijuana laws.
Hosted by my good? neighbor, I was on the scene, regular, in the days following the grizzly event. Questions here, questions there, slowly accruing information. There was something fishy from the git-go. The neighbor wife, who I was fairly close to, communicating regularly, was called into town just before it happened, by husband, "weapons expert" who told me he suspected Liko for ransacking his firing range building? About a couple/few moons into investigation I discovered CW, chief investigator, wears many hats, or more accurately, is an imposter, and a liaison between the NHAGOs, and the perpetrator-->known misogynist/killer G. F. I witnessed the spectacle, with my own eyes, when G. F. became a known misogynist (as well as killer), in the Littleton Court room 2008?2009?(criminal threatening of a petite woman in a dispute who had a right o way on a shared driveway - three years) They kept him off the stand, so the wife presented herself, to defend. A rare chance at public view of specimens of perfidy. Absolutely capable of Abducting and Raping Maura Murray.

Avuncular Responsibilities

I have my Paris of Troy, and Adonis, the Hunter, in Liko Kenney and Chelone Miller (not to mention Chilly's older bro, Bode Miller, down there on lowly mortal legendary status). Instead of Helen, for Liko P. Kenney, her name was MaryJane (he found his Achilles in Corporal B. McKay). MaryJane,(the extremely beautiful healer-->that is: Marijuana) in chains - Liko Kenney-->The Liberator! There is another name in the mythological equation: Maura Murray (sister of MaryJane?) ravaged by the Spartans, laying siege to Tamarack (Troy). I am Tamarack. The Return of William Kenney: see Littleton, NH library for historical information. (ancestor William Kenney followed Revolutionary War Hero Nathaniel Kinsman, north to these mountains around 1803, settling in Bethlehem NH. This is his son:)

Kingpin

You ever had a SWAT Team bust into your house (on account of medical issues)? Happen like this. It was back in Sept.'75, I remember vividly. They didn't actually bust in, but I did get thrown up against the wall and Mr. L.Presby (eventually moved up to head of the NH state police, head of the Evil NHAGOs) put a gun put to my head (just doing his job?). He went into a rage when it was discovered, the gig was up! The night before, a concerned citizen/tipster/deus ex machina (Fred .J.) informed me of the scurrilous informer/rat L.M. scurrying around, so that Sunday evening my house was clean. Clean of what? Clean of Medical Marijuana. {You see, I was born second of five feral cats, minus one drowned feral cat (R.I.P. Bub: Peter Edward Kenney). Raised half wild, half starved, a family steeped in trauma: double suicide, abandonment, pre-mature death, murder, rape, accidental suicide, miscarriage/abortion and so on, so, Medical Marijuana really helped with the PTSD, easily remedied.} The rogue agent calmed down, realizing I was unarmed, and, a peaceful person, and proceeded on with the covert operation - hauling me in for booking and a night @ the "crow-bar" hotel. They did have some evidence in the form of a couple oz. bags I sold to false impersonator undercover agents previously. That night the drag net tightened. By morning the jail was filling up ('bout a dozen, classmates and so on, from back Littleton Junior High days). I almost as much put myself through the ordeal to see and try to understand how the "evil" works, cover for my bros, know thy enemy, and so on. I just couldn't believe they could arrest and incarcerate a person for such an innocent thing as Medical Marijuana, naive or not. J.W. got ten days, his cousin Greg. W. (heads up the Tri-town recycling center) beat the rap with a jury trial, and so on. I got five week-ends, arranged so I could play Sundays with my soccer club - Easton Aliens (I wasn't the Kingpin there). I did discovered the county jail food was better (not much) than the fancy private school I went to. It was the forth weekend, Sunday, July 4th, 1976, I woke up in Jail (if I slept), but immediately gained my freedom, wicked propitious, A? I really got a good jolt of genetic memory that day.
{William Kenney, my ancestor, enlisted in the Continental Army 1775, age 19, after the war followed Revolutionary war hero Nathaniel Kinsman to these mountains and settled in Bethlehem NH 1803. He died a mendicant in Stowe Vt. 1819. (Littleton Library has that information) Grandson Gen. (Civil War, of the Militia) Edward Oakes Kenney, buried in Glenwood Cemetery, Littleton, NH, with his wife, Livonia Hale, carefully recorded the family tree, but not hers? Hale? (Nathaniel Hale? "I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country",  hanged: September 22, 1776) goes way back-Hales-deHales-William the Conqueror}

These are Bode Miller's ancestors on his mother's side, the first born, of five feral cats, me being the second born.
And so, I/we have lived decades in the crosshairs of law enforcement/NHAGOs, culminating in the Assassination of Resident Kenney.

Water Protector

I would like to thank the Native/Indigenous People, Abenaki, Iroquois, Penobscot, for the use of their Water. William Kenney

False Keeper

Senior year, cranium processing plant #---Varsity soccer team - seasoned veterans of the pitch, and I was somewhere between "water boy" and "bench warmer". Try as I might, never got any playing time. Junior varsity, junior junior varsity always haunting. Relegated, demoted. I struggled through the first game with the Great Cliff B. minding the net. But wait, he chokes, one goal against, another goal against, a third, a forth? The team collapses in defeat. Went home with tails tween the legs. Next practice coach scrutinizes the bench. Even before he asked the question I jumped up, and the next thing you know, I'm varsity goal keeper. Next game: Powerhouse CCP up Maine. I can't remember if I shut 'm out, but I remember being on the shoulders of me team mates as we celebrated the first of many victories.