James Goetz Florida Chronicles- Whisper of the Cat Man

Sitting calmly on a New Jersey picnic table bench sat a middle age man. His hair was short and grey, cut in a military-like-appearance. His skin was red from over exposure to the sun. He sat with an effeminate leg cross with his right over left. He carefully observed the world as he pet a scraggly looking, light orange feline. She did not mind the attention. He appeared to enjoy the company. He continued to mumble to himself. His words were not quite distinguishable. Yet, in his genius mind, he was working on perhaps the largest bank heist in history.

Also in New Jersey was a thought provoked James Goetz. Stream was almost coming off of James Goetz’s head by this point. He was thinking hard. “Where in Connecticut is my final paper”? James Goetz was retracing his steps. He had written his final paper for the University in Connecticut, a week prior. He then traveled home to New Jersey for the weekend. He thought he brought the paper with him, but cold not find it anywhere. Therefore, it must be in Connecticut, not New Jersey. The paper was due Monday morning and young James Goetz had no intention of leaving New Jersey for Bridgeport early. Hopefully, his paper would turn up. James Goetz decided to take a quick yet not too brief of a break from looking. He went to grab a snack from the icebox. To his surprise, James Goetz was staring directly at his paper! There was

No point at trying to determine how it got there. He found it, his mind cold be at ease. There were more important things to think about, like graduating.

With his paper now found, James Goetz would be able to enjoy one more New Jersey evening before departing for class in Connecticut. The next morning.  He decided to take a stroll through the park. The leaves were still full on the trees. The grass was overgrown. The evening was humid, but the humidity was cut by a nice cool easterly sea breeze.

James Goetz noticed a particularly peculiar man speaking to a cat. Normally, he would have let the odd visual simply be. However, he had not seen this man before and he was pretty close to his house. In seeing the oddities of late, with the postal mailman, the senator, crazy militants and the wacko German kid, Goetz was highly suspicious.

Learning from his mother, he patiently waited for this catman to leave, He then pursued him at a distance with extreme caution. As the man walked past the local bank, he paused, stared at it, then appeared to pull out a writing utensil and parchment and began documenting something.

Around the same time, a lady walked by telling James Goetz the man has been in front of that back making notes at that very time each night for the past two evenings.

Student doctor James Goetz found this an interesting diagnosis. Differential diagnoses state this catman was planning a robbery or drawing the building. Considering he was writing with only his hand behind the parchment, a robbery was being planned.

The Duchess was for too far away to contact. It appeared it was up to young James Goetz. He was going to be late back to Bridgeport to get to class. If he stopped the robbery, hopefully he will have his absence excused. If he was wrong, not good.

James Goetz visits the bank first thing in the morning, speaking with the bank manager of the proposed heist. Later that evening, the catman enters the vault and freeze. The entire police force was waiting for him.

James Goetz sat comfortably in Bridgeport; a cool sea breeze was blowing though the window. A smile was on his face as he read his clinical neuroanatomy textbook. His absence was excused.

James Goetz Florida Chronicles- The Connecticut Connection Part 2

Professor Goetz had received an odd telegram in Florida. It requested his prescience in New York for a meeting between the top scientists in the world. However, it was not from his employer, the United States Government, it was signed with a swastika. Curious and bored, Professor Goetz decided to attend this meeting.

The professor arrives at the address in New York at the date and time indicated on his invite. The room was filled with some of the brightest minds in the world today. Was everyone else as curious and bored as Professor Goetz?  A short young man, more aptly young teenager began the meeting. He was not affiliated with the United States or any country in North America. He had an extremely thick German accent. As he went on with his vision, he discussed creating a utopian society and needed a peace weapon that would ensure no nation would ever want it launched. 

While this made sense a true psychopath could surely use it for their benefit of world domination. What was the link between his signature on the letter and the graffiti on the eastern United States seaboard from Connecticut to New Jersey to Florida?

Professor Goetz entered the house, he was startled to find his son, James, sitting and writing in the living room. As classes at the University were still cancelled, James Goetz sat patiently in New Jersey reading and writing about chiropractic theory while taking breaks from time to time to analyze the swastika graffiti.

The description given by the multiple clerks at the paint stores from Bridgeport to New Jersey all appeared to match that of the kid who made the presentation to Professor Goetz and the other world class scientists. This kid was certainly up to something. He was leaving his mark all over the United States and looking to create the most powerful weapon ever devised by man. The next morning the newspaper headlines were glaring. It stated there was a swastika flag now flying over Bridgeport, Connecticut!!! This was of course short lived to be replaced by the United States flag. Was the kid at it again?

Young James Goetz and his father, Professor Goetz, quickly made haste to Connecticut. As they owned they found the state building, the one, which just the day previous was vandalized with a swastika fled, was left in the rubbles.

James Goetz realized quickly this kid was not simply a mischievous delinquent, but a wolf bent on domination.  He had to be stopped. He had to be found.

The two Goetz men believed they knew where the kid cold be found. They went to the local ice cream shop in Bridgeport on Main Street and waited. Sure enough, in walks the kid.

James Goetz commented that no pain or explosives cold be found at an ice cream shop. Professor Goetz informed this kid that no scientist would ever create a weapon that he wanted.

The kid turned and ran out. He did not re-emerge for another forty years. 

James Goetz Florida Chronicles- The Connecticut Connection

With the General Cruz now gone, the Lakeland Diamond gone b back home now with the queen, things began to go back to normal or at least as normal as they can go in the life of James Goetz. His parents once again left New Jersey for a milder climate in Florida.

The timing of young James’ parents going to Florida could not have been better. However, after the attack by General Cruz’s Connecticut, New York and New Jersey are still in total and complete disarray. Classes at the University were still suspended. James Goetz spent his time reviewing patient cases, helping restore his Bridgeport neighborhood to its former glory and handing out with his f fellow classmates, shooting the preverbal breeze.

Late one evening while strolling back to his apartment in Bridgeport, James Goetz glanced at the wall of a local government building. Low and behold, some hoodlum painted a swastika in graffiti. It appeared ten feet high by ten feet wide, if it were a statement. As James Goetz walked along a bit further, yet another large swastika was painted, this time on the postal office.

Books depict the swastika as a symbol of peace and goodwill.  However, these swastikas appeared ominous and gave James Goetz an uncomfortable feeling. This graffiti in James Goetz’s Connecticut home would not be tolerated. Actually, this would not be tolerated in Connecticut, New Jersey, or any other state, province, municipality, or corner for that matter. Who could be doing this ominous looking art work and for what reason?

James Goetz’s mind must have been going in overdrive for quite some time, as the next thing he realized is he was waking up and it was morning. After getting dressed for the day, he strolled down the brick layered street during the early Bridgeport, Connecticut morning. He purchased an espresso and newspaper. The headlines were yelling loudly outside of the newspaper. They read, ”Government Buildings Graffiti From Connecticut to Florida.” This had to be more than some hoodlum kids and unfortunately has a politically charged and ominous meaning to it. What though could it be related to? As of late, James Goetz would have had to believe there was a relationship to the Lakeland Diamond. With the Lakeland Diamond safe and sound in it home, actual detective work will have to come into play. With classes at the University still cancelled, James Goetz had some time to look into this mystery.

 He began by going o the site of the closest post office. A careful analysis was at first believed to be ineffective. Paint is paint, and there did not appear to be anything special about it.

James Goetz was a bit befuddled due to the dead end lead. That evening at the pub, his fellow chiropractic classmates informed him there was only one paint store in all of Connecticut. Of course, James Goetz paid the store a visit. Upon asking the clerk about anyone buying large amounts of black paint, the clerk informed him a few weeks back, a short foreign gentleman with dark hair and a finny mustache purchased a large amount of black paint.

James Goetz traveled back home to New Jersey, stopping at every paint store along the way. At each store, a clerk gave him the exact same description of the buyer.

James Goetz sent a message to the Duchess in Florida.

James Goetz Florida Chronicles- The Hostile Takeover

For once, all appeared right in the world. James Goetz was in Bridgeport, safe and sound at Chiropractic College. His mother, the Duchess was safe, taking a long and much needed sabattical in Florida. While his father, Professor Goetz, was enjoying the same said sabbatical as his mother.

At this point, it appeared the Lakeland Diamond was returned to the Royal Family and this time no courier was used, as pickup was direct herself.

Seated in class, Dr. Keown was delivering yet another riveting lectures. By this point, young Goetz could deliver some lectures. His ability to retain information combined with his work ethic was unmatched by any other student doctor. The evolution of James Goetz from boy to man, was certainly underway.

James Goetz was in the midst of a laboratory when the room shook, glass shattered and fellow students dove for cover.  A barrage of explosions continued for what seemed like an eternity, realistically lasting for five full minutes. When the dust settled, someone, somewhere had obviously made a statement. But who and why?

As young James Goetz, doctors and students come out from under tables; they went outside to see what had occurred. Bridgeport appeared as if it were destroyed. Chaos was everywhere. Radio reports quickly came across. New York, New Jersey and part of Pennsylvania were all destroyed. What was going on?

Shortly thereafter, classes were cancelled until the safety of the students could be assured. James Goetz left Bridgeport, Connecticut to travel back home to New Jersey, where hopefully his parents would be waiting.

As James traveled through southern Connecticut, New York and New Jersey, he was aghast at the total destruction that lay around him.  While he had hoped his parents would have made it back home up to New Jersey, as a caring son wanted his parents to still be safe in the sunshine State of Florida.

Many hours later, arriving in New Jersey, James Goetz we of course greeted by his parents. Where most people flee from trouble and c chaos, the Professor and Duchess flock towards it.

General Hector Cruz! Exclaimed the Duchess the moment James Goetz entered the front door. She went on to explain that General Hector Cruz was a Cuban insurgent, bent on taking over and leading Cuba. However, he needed funding for a successful takeover. He had discovered the Lakeland Diamond was to be transported out of the United States and caused such chaos that he was able to shut down all transportation both in and out of the country. He is also quite ill tempered and constantly in a bad mood. Yes, he is quite moody and while people have attempted to calm him, it is believed he will forever be a moody individual.

    So where is the Lakeland Diamond now? Questioned young James Goetz. It’s in Florida, in the coffee once again, “commented Professor Goetz. The Duchess had remarked, the queen herself was coming for holiday, so we used a bit of misdirection in regards to the Lakeland Diamond. Unfortunately, the Queen is now stuck here for a bit with this troublesome diamond and she too a bit moody, obviously overstaying her welcome.

Professor Goetz then noted that all there left to do was to apprehend General Hector Cruz, as the Lakeland Diamond was quite safe.

As General Cruz was a politician, the Goetz trio went downtown to talk with the city commissioners to see if they could find a clue. The commissioners were not in session so, they were able to freely talk with them, however, they were not all present. One commissioner in particular, commissioner Edwin cattleman was absent, they tracked him down to his favorite watering hole in Florida, The Swamp.

Slimy politicians like commissioner cattleman are tough to talk to but take bribes fast. He was bribed by an offer of teatime with the Queen Mum. General Cruz was hiding out in New Jersey in the basement of the governor’s mansion. The authorities were promptly contacted and apprehended the moody general. He was not too happy that his coordinated plot was so easily failed.

As the Goetz trio spoke about the event, they all agreed the Lakeland Diamond was more trouble then it was worth. James Goetz questioned the new glaring ties to the governor.

James Goetz Florida Chronicles- The Senator

Exhausted from the ride back to school in Connecticut, James Goetz lay his head down on the pillow, events still spinning around and around.

The thoughts of his mother nearly meeting her demise in a Florida graveyard at the hands of a psychotic, postal worker who went postal was disturbing. The vision of the postman of the postman meeting his demise in the manner he did was traumatic.

The events of delivering the Lakeland Diamond to the governor in New York though were a bit baffling. As requested by his father, James Goetz delivered the Lakeland Diamond to the governor of New York on his way back to Chiropractic College in Connecticut at the University.     

Upon arrival to the governor’s mansion, Goetz met a plethora of city commissioners and dignitaries alike. Most were very “politician-like”.  Goetz felt quite gross and dirty being there feeling as if he stayed too long he would be swallowed up by insecurity and a need for power without the know how of what to do with the responsibility once charged with it. There was one slippery oddity that stood out amongst them all. He introduced himself, as “The Senator” The senator was a short, rotund, grey man. He sounded punch drunk when he spoke. He was quire astute in the goings on of the city of New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut. He was also quite up-to-date with the Lakeland Diamond and somehow even knew about its unexpected delay in Florida. Hw was most peculiar when he spoke of Duchess’s Actions as, the move behind the move. After saying this eyes rolled a bit as if his head was a toy doll. It was off. None, the less, the Lakeland Diamond was handed directly to the governor of New York to be put on display. Young James Goetz was safe in his return to his Chiropractic studies in Connecticut and able to rest a day in his Bridgeport apartment.         

Goetz’s thoughts began to return to human motions, bodily dysfunction, pathology diagnosis and treatment. It was refreshing.  On the way to class that Monday morning, he stopped at the local coffee spot for his usual triple espresso. He sat to read the morning Bridgeport news where low and behold, glaring directly at him on the front page read the headline, “Famous Lakeland Diamond Stolen”. In the article, many of the city commissioners, dignitaries and various officials were interviewed. One in particular stood out. The senator was quoted as saying, “From the Royal Family to the governor and back again, it’s the move behind the Lakeland Diamond may never be found again”.

How peculiar, thought James? As his family was no longer commissioned to protect the Lakeland Diamond, Goetz walked to the University. He had a class.

Obviously, the triple espresso was not enough to keep the over active mind of James Goetz awake. Dr. Keown slammed a large green book on the desk, which Goetz was utilizing as a bed. Goetz quickly recited all twelve cranial nerves. Dr. Keown acknowledged this was impressive but inquired to what the senator did. Dr. Keown stated that James Goetz was muttering in his sleep. The Senator did it, over and over again. Dr. Keown then inquired how in the world James was getting all A’s by sleeping all day. “Now that is a true mystery if constant studying were not key, “commented Goetz”.

That evening Goetz had a dream. It involved the senator, governor, and the chaos created by the city commissioners on the day Goetz dropped off the Lakeland Diamond in New York. When young James Goetz awoke, he sent a telegram to both New Jersey and Florida as he was unsure which location his parents were in. Confident in his thoughts, Goetz did not leave Bridgeport and continued Chiropractic College uninterrupted.

That Friday morning, as per typical routine, James Goetz visited

The local Bridgeport, Connecticut barista for a triple espresso. This morning the front-page headlines read, “Lakeland Diamond found, Senator indicted”. The story read exactly as Goetz had envisioned the events. The Senator switched the real diamond with a fake before he handed it to the governor. The governor was inadvertently handed a fake diamond, while the Senator was in possession of the actual Lakeland Diamond. Unfortunately for the Senator, the governor stole the fake diamond, prompting an investigation that was never planned.

The more behind the more was one move too many.