Parker Rose Direct

Please introduce yourself to the court

My name is Parker Rose

Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I don’t know where to being. I guess I could start with my pride & joy—my RV. I drove all across North America in it for around 7 years on end. Before that, I lived in the middle of NOWHERE in Maine where I was the youngest of 6.

How did you get to Midlands?

I didn’t really want to live here, but when I was driving through town this little dog ran into the road. I HALTED to a stop before I hit it. Then I got out of the car and met the woman who owned the dog—Emberlynn St. Hilaire. She told me her dog’s name was [funny name]. After that, I knew we would be best friends.

Where did you stay once in Midlands?

Emberlynn offered to let me park my RV in her driveway. Although, I still lived in the RV while she lived in her house on Dip road.

How was living on Dip Road?

I mean its nice, but at least its not that AWFUL town in New Mexico. So many bad roaches in the area, and I’m not talking about the bugs. Anyway, the area was pretty but I did have a good view of this *scoff* pole.

What do you mean there was a pole?

WELLLL, I had a view of the valley that was beautiful, but every Rose has its torn. There was a utility pole half a mile down the road on a sharp curve, and it was COVERED in bird poop and there was rust on the metal box. I just felt kind of bad for the pole.

Enter Evidence

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Can you tell us a bit more about this?

The company “Midlands Gas & Electric” would park in my driveway to go service…THIS, I think. I mean look at this thing. I don’t own land, but it’s ugliness made me worry about the property value for Emberlynn’s sake.

What do you mean they would park in your driveway?

Every 2-3 weeks or so, an MG&E marked truck would park RIGHT behind my RV to access the pole along the curve of the road, given there’s literally nowhere to park. So I would have this RANDO blocking me in for several mins while they looked at the pole from different angles, checked equipment, and wrote notes. Thankfully that issue became less frequent.

I’m glad they stopped bothering you, but what do you mean it became less frequent?

Worker started blocking my RV only every 4-8 weeks or so. When they arrived, I would see them looking at the pole for a few mins—once I saw what seemed like an employee taking notes on a napkin—yet it would seem they weren’t even in an MG&E truck or even a uniform. *think* Heh, I remember I actually ran into one of those workers once.

What was that like?

I saw the inspector looking at the pole by the curve. I later learned this was Morgan Jacob, who works at MG&E. I actually bumped into them on their way back to their vehicle. I wanted to tell him to scram, but I chickened out & instead we just had small talk. Although, my curiosity did get the better of me and I asked why I didn’t see the marked MG&E trucks as often and why it looked like everything had gotten faster.

What did he say?

Morgan Jacob gave me the rundown. [He/She] told me MG&E had replaced a lot of their inspectors with local contractors, and had been paying them “by the pole” rather than hourly. I forget the exact words he used next—looking at his HEINOUS shoes—but the gist of it was “if you take your time, you lose money, and if you move, you can make your day.” That was fine by me, because faster inspections meant less time seeing their cars violating Emberlynn’s driveway.

Are you still living there?

Well…I’m not currently parked in Emberlynn’s driveway, not since the fire.

What happened in the fire?

That night, I was just relaxing in my RV, organizing my Tchotchke’s from across North America, when I heard a crash. I looked out the window and saw a car had crashed into the utility pole. The pole itself was at an angle, and sadly hadn’t been put out of its misery as I saw multiple surrounding houses & streetlights on.

So what did you do?

I went outside to check it out, but noticed it was raining. I knew my RV couldn’t handle rain, so I decided to drive over to Calkins Campground.

Did anything else stick out to you that night?

As I was driving away, with the accident behind me, I am certain I saw what seemed like sparks or flashes in my rearview mirror. Later, I saw smoke coming from the valley and…I-I immediately thought of Emberlynn. I just wish I had done something.

What happened to Emberlynn?

I had convinced myself I was being paranoid! There was just no way, but Emberlynn…Emberlynn didn’t make it out of the fire that night. I just…I just still can’t believe she’s gone. I can’t stop thinking about her.