Polly

John did not see who shot him, but he knew exactly who would want him dead.

He had contracts all over Cape Cod and it was very lucrative.

I knew that the police chief's car had burnt in his yard and everybody assumed that it was, you know, Melvin, but nobody could prove it.

I've often wondered just exactly how this little guy could get away with the stuff that he got away with without even being questioned.

The police made it clear that we needed to be protected.

We had at least two guards at our property 24 hours a day, and they were well armed.

When it started costing the town so much money that it was busting the bank, I guess, they decided to protect us in a different way.

An eight-foot fence, an alarm system,

and a guard dog.

The only place we could think of that no one would ever think that we would live is in the middle of the country.

And when we put the names of places that had accepted me as a nurse in a hat and drew out Tennessee, we gave it a go.

The first couple of years that we lived in Tennessee, we watched very carefully.

We lived in a very isolated area.

John watched cars that went by the house to see if they slowed down.

And that finally wore away.

It went away.

He kind of looked like the old John, except for the fact that he had this huge mountain man beard.

I believe that John needed that type of place for a healing process.

We lived on a large farm.

He did a lot of work on that farm when he was physically able.