Ron Newman flipped back his coat and showed me his Sheriff's badge and said:
>> "RECORDING REQUESTED BY AND MAIL TO:
>> NAME SHERMAN D. LENSKE
>> Lenske, Lenske & Abramson
>Question for The Librarian: Is this Leslie Abramson's law firm?
What the Sherriff wants, the Sherriff gets.
According to West's, the Abramson is Bruce D. Abramson:
FROM WEST'S LEGAL DIRECTORY:
LENSKE LENSKE & ABRAMSON ALC
WARNER ATRIUM SUITE 315, 6400 CANOGA AVE, WOODLAND HILLS,
Phone: (818) 716-1444
Fax: (818) 883-9260
Primary E-Mail: Internet Address: email@example.com
Total Firm Size: 2-10
Abramson, Bruce D., Partner
Lenske, Sherman D., Partner
Lenske, Stephen A., Partner
Marenus, Marjorie A., Associate
Real Property Law
65% of Practice Devoted to Litigation"
The Sherriff wasn't done with me. Then he wanted to know about the
principal place of business for the "L. Ron Hubbard Library." He pointed to
the d.b.a., and read:
>> 3.STREET ADDRESS CITY AND STATE OF PRINCIPAL PLACE OF BUSINESS
>> IN CALIFORNIA (P.O. BOX ALONE NOT ACCEPTABLE) ZIP CODE
>> 419 N. Larchmont, #162, Los Angeles, CA 90004
>Question for The Librarian, or anyone else in LA county:
>What kind of building is 419 N. Larchmont? Is it a residence
>or a business?
(Mumbling under my sweetened breath: "What am I? A librarian or a tour bus
driver? Isn't that Dennis's job?)
SHERIFF: "What was that?"
Oh, nothing, sweetie--uh, I mean, Sheriff! Let me just check my business
registry and see what I find for you. *How* do you get those *creases* in
that uniform? Gosh, a girl could *hurt* herself on those. Let's
see--Lard...Oops! Went too far. Hm. Larchmont, Larchmont. Oh! Here you go!
That address is a--well, it's a place that rents P.O. boxes! Imangine that.
Here's the public listing for you, Sheriff:
Levtow's Village Mail-Call, Inc.
419 N. Larchmont
Well, I'll be darn. It says right on that official form you got there in
your warm palms, "P.O. BOX ALONE NOT ACCEPTABLE." You law people--you
always know *just* what question to ask a girl!
Come back *any* time, Sheriff. Ya' know, I keep the back door of the ARSCC
Chimerical Library open *all* the time for guys who know how to ask the
tough questions. 'Bye now!
--<The ARSCC Librarian>
The ARSCC, like its OBEY-the-law librarian and it's cute li'l ol' Sheriff,
does not exist.