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that if anything happened to make him go, he would make sure Matt’s parents came with him.
    The one thing he dreaded and was trying to figure out was Matty.  Matty was Matt’s son and he would be taking him along.  Thinking about this made him cringe.  Matty’s mom was not what one would call an easy to get along with person.  When Matt married her, no one could figure out why, no one liked her and she was horrible to Matt and even worse now about things with Matty.  He laughed to himself thinking, ‘well, if things are bad enough to go to Matt’s place, I could just shoot her.’ 
    Shaking his head, he said to himself out loud, “While I might enjoy that and Matt could rest easy, I guess I couldn’t do it to Matty.  Sure was fun thinking about it though.” 
    He decided he would wait to see what happened with things before contacting her.  Thinking of it, he knew his timing on that would have to be just right.  She was what he would call a “sheeple”, someone who would follow along with whatever the government or others would say, having no real opinion of their own, simply following the crowd like sheep.  If something caused a breakdown she would be the first in line waiting for a government handout.  He didn’t relish the thought of trying to get Matty out of an internment camp or something.
     
    September 18 th
    John sat in front of the stove building a raging fire before Amy would get up.  It was cold this morning, he hadn’t checked the news yet, but he was sure it was well below freezing.  It had been a hard frost during the night, he was sure much of the garden was toast.  It was only six, but he still had not been able to check his bank accounts online. 
    The banks were to reopen this morning and he thought it strange he was unable to even log in.  He decided to wait until nine before trying to check at the bank.  Turning on the news, he sat watching to see if there was any news on the banking situation.  To his chagrin, there was nothing, just more fluff and fiction.  The news held little more than the weather forecast and some story about the President and family on vacation again.  John was instantly irritated because it seemed like they were always on vacation and usually smack dab in the middle of some crisis.
    John headed out to the bank promptly at nine, he arrived to see armed guards outside the bank and a mob of people waiting for it to open.  He was going to just leave, but decided to go ask if the guards knew what time the bank would be opening. 
    As he walked up he overheard people talking in the crowd, an elderly gentleman was speaking to what appeared to be his wife saying,
    “If the bank doesn’t open soon we should go, there are some very angry people here and I think we would be safer at home.” 
    A very angry man was shouting that it was time for the bank to open and to let them in, along with another man who seemed to be getting the crowd all agitated. 
    John walked up to the guards to ask when they would be opening, when the guard turned his weapon in a threatening manner, telling him, “Hold it right there buddy!” 
    John was stunned saying, “Relax man, I just wanted to ask if you knew what time they would be opening?” 
    The guard looked to ease up a little, but still maintained his stance and said, “We do not have that information, we are here to keep the crowd under control.” 
    John thanked them and turned to leave when the other guard asked him, “Did the news or anyone say anything about this?  We have been here all night and no one has come to relieve us or give us any information.”
    The other guard grumbled at him, saying, “Shut up!” 
    John just shook his head, “No” and continued to his car.  Once in the car he tried to call Matt, but all it kept telling him was, “ We’re sorry, all circuits are busy.  Please try your call later.”
    Leaving the bank he went over to Mark and Renee’s to see how things were going.  Mark