After the busy town hall gathering, the book signing and distribution event, Big Fanny was super charged up about the mailbox baseball dilemma in the town of Hertford.  On his walk back from Layden’s to the Bed and Breakfast Inn, he received a text from the moving company that they were several days ahead of schedule and that the truck would be arriving on Saturday not Monday.  That meant that Cassandra and Faneuil would only need to stay one night and then move into the Clown House.  He called Cassandra to relay the good news and was greeted with some interesting news of her own.  “I have something for you, something I think you can put into your mailbox baseball file there in your head,” said Cassandra who was still biking while on the phone.  “Do tell,” replied an excited Big Fanny.  Cassandra laughed and ended the call with “see you in a few.”  And with that tease dangled there on the streets of Hertford, Big Fanny quickened his pace walking back to the Inn.

The sticker, partially frayed from where Cassandra ripped it off the stop sign read, “#LetterOn.”  What could this mean other than a call sign for mailbox baseball games to be played in the town of Hertford?  Faneuil looked at the sticker, then looked at Cassandra, who was grinning and then said “I will bet you a steak dinner that it is some kind of social media horn sounding to the mailbox baseball teams to get out there and score some runs.”  And then looked closer. “Is that home…yes, that’s home plate. Batter up!!!” Cassandra, in the movie industry, was a publicist and worked for years on reputation, social media engagement, and movie promotions.  “Or, the place where the games are broadcast, talked about, and shared with similar folks also into mailbox smashing. This is the sort of thing I would come up with, dammit,” she said jokingly.  Big Fanny nodded and charged Cassandra with the task of looking up #LetterOn and where and when and who and all the other information that came of it.  “I want to see archive footage, they have to have captured their games on video, posted on social media.  I want to see the type of car, truck, Jeep, SUV, motorcycle that they typically use.  Let’s build this up from the ground up so we know, when we move into that Clown House, what we are dealing with and how we can combat them!!!”  Faneuil was trying to be a bit like Agent Parsons’ speech rallying the townspeople of Hertford, to which Cassandra curtsied and bowed her head, stating “Yes my liege, yes my King.”  And the two laughed and kissed and embraced knowing they were already feeling much more confident about what lied ahead of them in the Mailbox Baseball Games of Hertford.

The moving company was right on schedule and got right to work setting up the Halls in the Clown House.  Cassandra and Big Fanny had chosen this particular moving company who had set up location shoots for the movie studio they both worked in, and because they knew a lot of the movers personally.  They went room by room – kitchen, master bedroom, office #1, baseball office #2, guest bedroom #1, spare room #1, spare room #2, and finished in the living room just after sunset.  Cassandra had coordinated a catered BBQ for the crew for 7pm, which just so happened to coincide with a local Hertford Little League game happening.  The crew grabbed some lawn chairs, some BBQ ribs, and watched with the Halls as they cheered on the Oceanside Lobster Mariners vs the Ace Hardware Pirates. 

Big Fanny came out to his new lawn, surveyed the scene with the moving company crew, his new wife, his new view of the baseball fields of Catfish Hunter Fields and looked out towards the street and paused.  Cassandra, who was busy entertaining, caught her husband sort of staring out into space and excused herself from a really interesting debate over David Hasselhoff vs Harrison Ford as the best actor of all time.  “Honey, you okay, do you want a beer?”  asked a concerned Cassandra.  “We haven’t put up a mailbox yet,” said Big Fanny as he turned to Cassandra and started to laugh hysterically.  They both laughed and then members of the crew came over to find out what was so funny.  Then the crew started laughing along and one of them stated, “well if you ever need us to come back and install one, we can make ourselves available Big Fanny.”  And with that the Halls and the movers returned to the lawn and the Little League game, which was now under the lights of Catfish Hunter Field.