April 21, 1981. A day forever seared in my memory. I'm retired now. Still have nightmares about that fateful day. I went to my police job, did the Lord's Work in those days... defending the constitution against enemies both foreign and domestic. Opened my locker in the basement of the Eugene, Oregon Federal Building. That's where my office was. A hovel of sorts. I was the only officer from the Federal Protective Service stationed there. An honest to God outpost. As was my habit. I turned my police radio on. Our Dispatch Center was in Portland, Oregon. I started to take my uniform out of the locker. My radio came to life. Intruder in the Eugene Federal Courthouse! Respond at once! There was no time to put my uniform on. So, I opened my gun safe, took out my 357 Smith & Wesson revolver. 4" Barrel. I slid the gun down the front of my jeans and hot footed it to the courthouse. I arrived at the courthouse and started to creep around. It's scary to creep. Creeping is not for every one. As I was creeping down a hallway I thought I heard a noise. So, I whipped my Magnum out. Pointed it down the hallway. Nobody there. The intruder was gone. I often wondered if he was intimidated by my creeping skills. I slid my gun down the front of my jeans. And headed back to my hovel AKA office.