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July 28, 2002
I was talking to Richard about the miners being rescued alive. I had been following the story on CNN when I was at his apartment. Well I was leaving the message on his new phone because he wasn't there-- no doubt he also had work to catch up after spending Thursday at the police station – when my doorbell rang and my heart skipped. Was Richard surprising me? "You are served," the man handed me a paper. Actually he slapped my shoulder with it then dropped it. A restraining order. So weak. Anyone with eyes could see Richard's signature was forged.