After I left the power plant and went to work for Dell on August 20, 2001, I wrote letters back to my friends at the plant letting them know how things were going. This is the ninety second letter I wrote.
1/8/04 – Another Day at Dell
Dear Sooner Plantians,
Since I wrote to you last, a couple of you have requested more stories about Gene Day. So, I thought I would tell you the story about what happened another time.
This happened about 12 years ago when I lived on Sixth Street in Stillwater, and Scott Hubbard and I used to meet at St. Francis Catholic Church (which is right on Sixth Street) each day to carpool. — This was back in the days before we had “alternate work schedules”, so the operators used to get off at 3 pm, and we would get off at 4:30 pm.
I was driving home in the afternoon down Sixth Street and up ahead of me about a block I saw Gene Day pulling out of a parking space right in front of the Rockhouse Gym (down at the corner of Washington and Sixth. I think it is a new bank now.) in his black pickup truck with the flames on the side (that you couldn’t miss). So, I followed him a few blocks. He turned into the parking lot of an Eye Doctor’s office, and I passed him and went home.
When I got home, I opened up the mail, and decided that I needed to go by the bank before it closed, so after about 10 minutes, I hopped back in my car and drove back down Sixth Street.
As I was coming up to the Eye Doctor’s office, I saw Gene Day’s pickup truck pull out about a block in front of me. I followed him to Duck Street, where he turned into Simon’s Gas Station on the corner of Duck and Sixth (which I think today is a plant shop), and he parked his pickup in front of the garage door, like he was going to get his pickup inspected. — I turned on Duck and went to my bank.
After going through the Drive Thru at the Bank, I went back to the corner of Duck and Sixth Street on my way home, and I saw Gene Day pulling out of the Gas station and head in the direction of his home.
The next morning when I arrived at work, I went by Gene’s pickup in the parking lot and noticed that his Inspection sticker was missing, so I knew he didn’t pass his inspection.
So, what I did was, I wrote the following on a sheet of Paper:
Private Investigator’s Notes for Gene Day:
3:05 Gene Day leaves work.
3:45 Gene Day arrives at Rockhouse Gym where he works out with a young college coed named Bunny.
5:05 Gene Day leaves Rockhouse Gym.
5:07 Gene Day arrives at Cockrell EyeCare Center where he meets with a nurse in his pickup truck in the parking lot.
5:20 Gene Day leaves EyeCare Center.
5:25 Gene Day arrives at Simon’s Garage at the corner of Sixth and Duck and has them clean his pickup seats to remove the perfume scent. While he was there, he tried to have his pickup inspected, but it didn’t pass inspection.
5:33 Gene Day leaves Simon’s Garage and goes home.
Then that day I noticed that Gene Day was going to go get the mail from the front office, so I knew he would be walking back to the control room across the Turbine Room floor in a few minutes. I put the paper on the floor in the Turbine room near the Unit 1 Generator, so it was pretty conspicuous and near where he would be walking and went into the control room, and waited for him to come in.
After a while he came walking in the control room, and when he did, he was laughing and came over to me shaking the paper at me, and said, “How did you do this?”
He told me that he had been working out at the Rockhouse Gym and he had met his wife who was working at the Eye Care Center, and that he did go to the Service Station and get his car inspected, but it failed because of some reason. I asked him what he was talking about, and he said he knew I had put that there. — I said what I always used to say, “Why does everyone always think that I did it?”
Well. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Your friendly Dell Programmer,
Kevin James Anthony Breazile
Kevin J. Breazile