The following is an American Gothic/Twin Peaks crossover 
written awhile back inspired by discussions on the list.  What 
would happen if Special Agent Dale Cooper showed up in
Trinity and met Sheriff Lucas Buck?  What conversation might
these two law enforcement officials have?

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		The Trinity Tapes
		[Part 1 of 1]
		by Roxanne  <RoxanneP@aol.com>


"Diane, I'm sitting in my car in front of a house in Trinity, South 
Carolina.  Let me amend that, Diane.  It is a mansion.  At least 
three stories tall with pillars lining the entryway.  From the 
architectural design, it could be Victorian.  Or possibly Gothic.  
Yes, it's definitely a Gothic type structure.  The remarkable thing 
about the mansion is the yard, Diane.  It's filled with gargoyles.  
Gargoyle statues of all shapes and sizes as far as I can see 
through the gates.  Note:  Need to review the history and origin 
of gargoyles.  I wonder what type of person would live in a place 
like this?

"Trinity appears to be a quiet, peaceful town, Diane, but after my 
experience in that other town I've learned to look beyond the surface.  
I've already made some unusual observations.  Every young boy I've 
seen has been wearing a striped shirt and the girls seem to prefer the 
color white.  Also, wherever I went, I overhead the townspeople talking 
about someone named Lucas who had done a favor for them.  By the 
way, Diane, if you need a shovel, I'd suggest purchasing one here.  
They're low priced and come in all different sizes.  It's seems to be a 
popular item among the townspeople.  Just bring your own thermos 
of coffee, if you do come by.  The coffee here..."

A knock on the car window.  Cooper rolls down the window to find 
himself looking at a sheriff's star pinned to a vest.  "Problem?"  Lucas 
Buck asks.

"Not at all.  This is a wonderful town you've got here."

Lucas glances around.  "Yes, it is, and I aim to keep it that way.  You 
know, the beauty of a small town like Trinity is that we always take 
care of our own."  Lucas leans into the window.  "Which is why I've got 
to ask you why you've been parked in front of this house for the last 
hour talkin' into that tape recorder."

"Special Agent Dale Cooper, F.B.I."  Cooper flashes his badge.

Lucas taps his sheriff's star.  "Sheriff Lucas Buck.  That's, uh, 
Buck...with a B."

"Pleased to meet you, Sheriff."  They shake hands.  "You wouldn't 
happen to know a Sheriff Harry S. Truman, would you?  That's
Truman...with a T."

"No, can't say as I'm acquainted with him.  Must not be from 
around these parts. So what's the F.B.I. want with Trinity?"

"Actually, I'm just passing through, Sheriff.  I just stopped for some 
gas and a bite to eat."

"Well, I've been watchin' you ever since you arrived, Mr. Special
Agent.  You and that tape recorder of yours have been in every single 
coffee shop and restaurant in my town talkin' some nonsense about 
cherry pie, donuts and a good cup of joe.  Folks 'round here are
startin' to..."  Lucas realizes Cooper is staring at him.  "What're you 
lookin' at?"

"I was just noticing that vest you're wearing, Sheriff.  I wondered if it 
came in stripes."

"Stripes?"  Lucas laughs.  "Do I look like Mike Brady to you?"

"Exactly when is it that the boys in this town stop wearing striped 
shirts and start wearing vests?"

Lucas frowns at Cooper and observes the thermos sitting on the 
passenger seat.  "I think you'd better cut back on the caffeine, friend."

Cooper grabs a notebook from the dashboard.  "Where do you buy 
your clothes, Sheriff?"  He pats down his shirt pockets.  "I know I 
have a pen here somewhere."

"Pen?"  Lucas asks, a grin spreading across his face.  "I think I 
can help you there."  He reaches into his pocket.  "My deputy 
loaned me his lucky pen just the other day.  Comes in mighty handy, 
especially for times like these."
	
		THE END


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