Dudleys Diary

Dudley called the local fire department and told them he had a relic from WWII, a Japanese model 97 hand grenade that appeared to be live. I spoke to a lieutenant who said he would talk to his superiors and call me back. In a few minutes he called and said the Fire Chief will be right out. The fire chief and assistant showed up a short time later and I explained how I had come to acquire this hand grenade. The chief came in and I showed him the grenade sitting up on the top shelf of Dudleys wife's china cabinet. He took a close look at it and said it was the real deal all right. He then said he would take it outside and call the ATF to come pick it up and dispose of it. He took it outside and placed it in the street across from Dudleys house in front of the house that is vacant and for sale. The fire chief got out his cell phone and took a few pictures of the grenade sitting on the ground. I told him he could show the photos to the guys back at the fire station and tell them this is why he gets paid the big bucks. He got a laugh out of that. About twenty minutes later the ATF agent showed up. He went and looked over the grenade and then picked it up and took it to the rear of his SUV. I could not see what he did exactly but it sounded like he hit it several time with a hammer. The fire chief said he did something to the fuse on the grenade. They got here just in time as it started pouring down rain soon after they left. Now we can sleep better at night without worrying about a hand grenade blowing up and waking us. I noticed the ATF agent had snow white hair, little wonder given that he defuses and disarms bombs for a living.