What a wild day!  Francis left shortly after feeding our guests their breakfast.  He just went up to the grocery store at the corner.  Soon he phoned to say they were out of what he was looking for.  He needed to buy oatmeal so he could come back and make granola for tomorrow's breakfast.  We told him to go on into town and find it there.  Long about 11:45 a.m. he was in a taxi coming back and not far from Shiloh.  Suddenly the police stopped the taxi and made all the occupants go to the police station.  There was a complaint against the taxi and they supposed everyone inside was guilty of something.

Francis was really scared when they arrived at the police station and started taking their phones and bags away from them.  He had just gotten paid and was afraid they would find his money.  By God's grace they never saw it.

They were tied up for hours at the police station.  They had to phone the man who had registered the complaint against the car. When he finally showed up, it turned out to be the wrong car, the wrong driver.  At the end of the day they were all allowed to go home.  We had showed up by then and took Francis off in our taxi.  He was never so glad to see us in his whole life.  He said you loose all your rights when you are in a situation like that.  

The granola?  Well I'm going to make cooked oatmeal for breakfast and not worry about it!