after knocking at the door,

a young woman answers. I explain that I am looking for Paul Doyle and that I have a tax warrant.  She looks everywhere but at me and says she does not know Paul.  I know she is lying and explain the importance of my mission.  She then says, "but I don't even know you." I pull out my badge and say, "now you do!"  The young lady slammed the door in my face.

A new story

The day begins bright and warm. I am ready for a new challenge.  With a new badge and identification in hand, I have three warrants to serve as a constable.  Elected overwhelmingly this past fall, I am ready to do my duty and serve.

The problem is that I do not receive money until the tax warrants are paid up.  The three warrants I received are from non-payment of taxes for 3, 4 and 5 years. 

Optimistic as always, I'm ready to begin a new adventure.

First stop a deli. The name on the warrant is John Rodriguez.  I pull out my badge and walk in. The crowded aisles are heavily stocked, groceries piled high.  I ask for Mr. Rodriquez and was told he is no longer there, so I ask for the new owner.  Edward Gonzales, the gentleman said as he extends his hand in greeting.  I smile and introduce myself, George Savicky, Constable.