Patrick Grady’s Story

The following is a guest post by Patrick Grady:

I flew into BWI late Thursday night. John was waiting at baggage claim for me. This had been arranged by an offer from a truly gracious host, and not by request. After a full day of work and half a night of travel, I was very, very grateful.

John drove me to the motel where I now sit typing this. If Bill knew how close I am … well, suffice it to say that I am glad this motel sits on top of a good sized hill next to the highway. I checked in, hung my suit, cursed myself for the one medical incidental item I forgot (guess all you want – I’m not saying), improvised a solution, and crashed hard.

Woke up this mornin’, got myself a gun …  (Sorry. Soprano’s reference). Went downstairs and availed myself of the free breakfast – the saving of the Hockey Parent, I’ll tell you. Went back up and prepped for battle.

I had a bit of free time, so I did a lttle work printing off more information that might come in handy later in the day. John arrived just before I finished. I packed up and we headed for Ellicott City. We sat down in the Einstein Bagels previously mentioned by John with – you guessed it – bagels and coffee. We did not spot any lurking photographers.

We dicussed strategy and options. To tell the truth, I came here with the intention of vigorously pursuing all available legal options, both civil and criminal. I filled out and we printed a copy of a Maryland Peace Order, and I made preparations to file it.

Our next stop was the courthouse. We went to the clerk’s office and waited a few minutes in line. Howard County folks seem to have more patience than the functionaries in Cook County, IL. I suspect that may relate to workload volume.

I gave my name. In return, the lady said something like, “Come again?” I repeated it, and I told her I would like to file a Peace Order. I also had some paperwork from Cook County that I would like to have served. She asked against whom, and I told her. The look I got in return was a combination of sympathy and gratitude. She told me that Mr. Schmalfeldt had called and intended to come in later to drop the order. She needed to fetch a sheriff and pull the file, and she also needed to get her supervisor.

The supervisor arrived first. Her attitude and demeanor was similar to the previous clerk.

If I were a less observant fellow, a man who misses facial expressions, a man who doesn’t catch snippets of conversation from the other side of the glass and the occasional sidewise glance and roll of the eye, I might believe that the Howard County law enforcement apparatus had not developed a widely held opinion regarding the overall character of my opponent. After a brief discussion of the current status – there was the Temporary Peace Order pending a hearing in an hour or so in this building, and I have a Stalking No Contact order hearing pending in Cook County, IL, the supervisor told me she could not accept a Peace Order filing in Howard County when there was another similar order based on the same acts pending in another state. If both orders were granted, and violated in both jurisdictions, both or neither might decide to pursue prosecution. With just one order – “on YOUR home field, Mr, Grady” was never spoken, but I inferred it – prosecution would be more likely. Plus, she did say, anything that was filed here in Howard County would obligate me, if I wished to follow through fully, to return for hearings and for any trials where I would be a witness. Again, I inferred from this that the easier way for me was to continue to work through Cook County.

That made my decision for me. Even though I was in Howard County (and I have already read of the efficacy of the Maryland courts at work, which also was a factor), I was being strongly recommended, if not told outright, to go home and press my case on familiar ground – and good luck go with you.

Next, a sheriff’s deputy came to talk with me. He was very straightforward in serving me with the Peace Order paperwork. I told him I already had it, even though I had not been served by Cook County. He asked where I got it, and I told him I had it from Bill’s blog post on the subject.

A brief look of amazement passed across his face. Then he served me papers I already had.

John and I retired to the waiting area outside the courtrooms, setting up on the “high ground” with a view of the parking lot, the better to observe enemy movements, and avail ourselves of “good cover and clear fields of fire,” said John. We waited. Else what’s a waiting area for?

Courtroom 3 opened at 1:00 PM for the 1:15 hearing. We took seats at about five past. The bailiff began calling parties for check-in, and it was immediately clear by his butchering of the last name, that Schmalfeldt v. Grady was at the top of the docket call list. The bailiff called all petitioners, top to bottom (heh – he said “bottom”), followed by all respondents in the same way.

John suggested that the judge could move the case down the docket and call it again, giving Bill more time to appear with his sooper dooper Friday Surprise. We both doubted he would. John did not see any of the usual Team K suspects in evidence to indicate that outcome.

Judge Mary Reese entered the room at about 1:45, immediately apologizing for tardiness, as she was dealing with some issues with detectives in her chambers. Court came into session. She too went through a checklist of parties to ask how many witnesses each party intended to call. “Scham? Schammelfeldt?” The snide grin that popped onto my face was automatic. Whoops.

Going through the checklist, she moved two other cases to be heard and dismissed immediately by mutual consent of the parties. Easy-peasy.

She called “Scham-schammelfeldt vs. Grandy” and I went up, correcting my name. Without being given a chance to say another word, she dismissed the order for Petitioner Failure To Appear (IMO, the last two words being needless). It was over so quickly that the idea of a) mentioning this is the second PO the Mr. Schammelfeldt has filed against me this year, with the same result, and b) asking if I could recover fees and costs from petitioner by court order was dead before I could open my mouth.

John said he thought she may have recognized Petitoner’s name and been eager to be done with this waste of the court’s time.

Works for me.

On to Timbuktu, where I received an education in Maryland crab cakes (YUM!) and a Sam Adams Winter Lager.

It was very tasty, but in concert with the pharmacopeia in my body, we all had an enjoyable afternoon nap.

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<sarc>Isn’t it amazing how all that could happen to someone who wasn’t in Maryland today?</sarc>

UPDATE—Grady Was Here

54 thoughts on “Patrick Grady’s Story

    • Look out! Bwilly is gonna get all tough, and macho, and intimidating, and stuff, and…

      … down-twinkle this blog post and accompanying comments.


      Big, bad, bleeding Bwilly.

    • Now that’s funny!

      If Bill Schmalfeldt were a real journalist he would publish what he knows about the convicted bomber, forger, perjurer Brett Kimberlin. Schmalfeldt would become famous and be republished around the nation, if not the world. His works would sell like hotcakes on Amazon. Such an opportunity! The truth shall set you free.

  1. I’d guess that Bill is trying to convince himself you were a no-show so that he can continue to believe that he is the “better man”, rather than the cowardly punk that even he knows down deep that he is.

  2. But……. But…… But…. Bill said you were a no show and Bill wouldn’t lie would he? Bwahahaha What a cowardly little bitch he is.


    Billy boy is stating that he has it on “competent authority” from a state’s attorney named Wayne, that Patrick wasn’t in the court house. But there were lots of extra security staff there, to protect Bill if he had showed.

    I wonder if the courts in HoCo realize that either a) someone is lying about what their members are telling people, or b) one of their people is lying to someone. I would hope that they wouldn’t be happy with either.

  4. I think it’s also fair to say that either Bill is lying about the information he received, or else his dementia is indeed getting worse.

    For those who don’t want to go look, even at the Internet Archive site, this is the text of the note he says Wayne sent him:

    I’m getting ready to head home but I was worried that your health may have precluded your appearance.

    If it’s any consolation, I understand that in addition to the usual contingent of state-employee baliffs and courthouse security, there were uniformed Howard County Police Officers in the courtroom. So somebody WAS concerned.

    Try to get some rest this weekend. Opt for TV vs. the internet to give yourself a break.

    Take care,


    I don’t see anything there saying that Grady was NOT there.

    So… Was there more to the note than what Bill posted? Did he receive information from someone else? Or is he just reading into it what he wants it to say rather than what it does say?

      • Good grief. What part of:


        … does the brain-damaged Blob (or, his creepy Pet Willy) refuse to grasp?

        Oh. And, considering I’ve read enough of both of their tripe to last me a lifetime, they are two of the very last people on Earth who should be judging the writing style of others. *SMH*

        • Perhaps the Cabin Boy™ believes the court order is a forgery. Or does he intend to accuse Judge Reese of perjury for signing the order saying that Patrick Grady was present in court? Yeah, that’s the ticket!

  5. I can’t make out what point Schmalfeldt is trying to make. Is he saying he was scared to show up for his own court hearing because there were lots of court personnel around?

    If things work out right Bill Schmalfeldt will once again be judged an adjudicated harasser in yet another state. Collect the whole set, Shakey! There are people you can dox in each and every state. Just pick names out of the phone book. It will prove what a great investigative journalist you are.

  6. I’ll bet the Deranged Cyberstalker and Adjudicated Harasser (and, soon-to-be Adjudicated Stalker) will once again prove himself to be a cowardly no-show.

    I’d also wager there will be much PARKINSON’S!!! AND, INDIGENT!!! ELEVENTY!!1!!1!! squawking, squealing, and whining, as well.

    Maybe The Blob should start a “GoFundMyStalking” campaign to assist in off-setting his costs. I’m sure his slew of “friends” would be more than happy to chip in.

    Meh. Who am I kidding? Like I said, The Elkridge Horror will not even consider attending. And, from what I’ve gleaned… Bwilly is pretty darn poor in the friends department, as well.

    Quite the life the freakshow has carved out there for himself. *SMH*

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