Preferent Kinship

The earth split in two, and the men and beasts were

separated by a profound abyss..

In the great chaos of creation, birds, insects, and four-legged creatures sought to save themselves in flight-All but the dog.

He alone stood at the edge of the abyss - barking, howling, pleading. The man, moved by compassion, cried, "Come!"

And the dog hurled himself across the chasm to join them. Two front paws caught the far edge. The dog would certainly have been lostforever had man not caught him and saved his life.
-Mythology of 'the people'-

Through out my childhood years, and subsequently, the entire course of my life, there has always been a dog in the family...
This common link in my life has been so much a 'staple', it was not until recently, I realized just how taken for granite that unbroken chain has become...
This tradition is without doubt, an extension of my Father's side of the family..
The Hathaway's are outdoors folk...Fishing, hunting, camping, naturalists..
My Mom's parents,The Foley's, were....'art deco'....Spotless...Foley homes were always perfectly arranged inside and out...Like a food advertisement for a fancy restaurant...
... NO pet's allowed...
I guess the same Foley 'policy' applied to my Dad as well...
While courting my Mother he was driven off the Foley property time after time via a power nozzle attachment on their squeaky clean green garden hose.
Anyway, knowing my Mom's heart of gold, I can imagine her secretly wanting a pet while she was a youngin', but never confronting her parents....
Like a little girl living in Brooklyn who dreams of owning her own pony..
My parents' dogs were technically not allowed inside the house..There was always one of those little 'dog houses' provided however..Usually tucked in a far corner of the back yard..
I bet Mom used to scrub the dog house down once a week and I just never saw her do it....
We lived in western Washington State for a time. During those years our Golden Retriever made out fairly well..Do to the general dampness of the climate 'Buck' was allowed his own place just inside the back door. There was a definitive border marked by the unfinished sub flooring of Buck's room and the finished kitchen floor it interfaced...
Buck spent most days outside by his own accord..
Nights however were a constant battle of wills..All through the preparation and consumption of dinner, Buck would periodically inch his way into the kitchen until scolded.... back to his room.. Then the whole process would start over..
I developed a tangible imagery of the term 'give em' an inch and they'll take a mile' from good ole Buck..
When it comes to pet dogs ... It starts like this........

...And if not kept in check,..........ends up like this.....

A short history....

Modern day Mitochondria* DNA sequences support the hypothesis that wolves
were the ancestors of dogs...

However most dog sequences belong to a
divergent monophyletic clade* sharing no sequences with wolves...The sequence
divergence within this clade suggests dogs originated somewhere around 100,000
years ago..
A German burial site, Bonn-Oberkassel dating 14 thousand years ago is the oldest do date showing dog and man joined together...
America Danger Cave in Utah has a dog burial site that dates 11 thousand years ago..
China, 7,000b.c. and Sweden 5,000b.c....
The general scientific consensus is domesticated dogs appear approximately 13 thousand years ago...
* Mitochondria: An organelle containing enzymes responsible for producing energy.
*Clade:A group of biological taxa or species that share features
inherited from a common ancestor.

Dog attributes:

Dogs hear sound waves across the Hz frequency range far better than humans...Generally speaking, four times better than people..
This would account for my dog 'Buster' whining and carrying on at home, a full minute before I actually pull into my driveway..
My Grandson Shane advises me it's because Buster can 'smell' me coming a mile away...
Where in the world does this kid get the sarcastic wit from?....Anyway his remark provides a perfect segway to another dog attribute...

Sense of smell...
Human's have about 5 million smell sensitive cells...
That's plenty to get by on...Most of what we taste enjoying a meal is actually 'smell cell' based..
I may stand to be corrected here, however, I remember picking up some tidbit of information indicating our taste buds are generally sensitive to sweet and sour..
Point be, the rich bouquet and subtle distinctions of flavor are a result of our sense of smell.
Dogs have almost 220 million smell sensitive cells..
It is generally accepted that dogs use airborne scent to track recent targets, and ground scent to track older targets, as ground scent lasts much longer.. Dogs are smart!

Predators are quick learners in the natural world. The ability to survive prescribes a heightened awareness and the ability to react to fresh situations..This includes a keen sense of interpreting body language and sound..

Why Man and Dog stuck together:
I believe the corner stone foundation block of Man and Dog relationship lies in a mutual alliance of basic values...In a nut shell, both believe in the concept of "friends with benefits."
Some 12,000 years ago man realized the potential of befriending wolves and their descendents...Using canine attributes as a tool, man honed his skills as a hunter and tracker of game..The 'win win' situation is established when Man feeds Dog for Dog's services...The Dog is fine with it...Better than chasing down some ADHD rabbit..Plus the Man's food is better...

Three thousand years later Man is domesticating animals for his needs..Dog's versatility pays off cuz now he has two jobs...Can hunt and can be trained to protect Man's domesticated animals as........

...Guard dog!!!!!!!

About 1,500 B.C. Man begins to breed dogs with the intention of promoting certain dog's prevalent characteristics...Such as...

Or.....Everybody loves a clown!

Everybody loves a hero!!!!

By 1,400 A.D. dogs had become fashionable as pets....

(Note: I realize the pics are not an accurate depiction of the time line they are slotted in...As fortune would

have it, both my digital camera and my 'time machine' were in the shop all week..)

Today there are about three hundred and fifty,........one,......different breeds of Dogs! .....(Now that's got to make some folks nervous).....

As a member of the animal kingdom I have observed and tried to recognize ways to open lines of communication with........
I must admit do to the vast amount of knowledge required, proficiency in my lifetime is out of the question..
I have resigned myself to one 'communicative' goal in everyday interaction with animal life...

.......Present myself as a friend....

And so finally I am almost done with this blog....Hallelujah !!
However, There is one other matter that I feel I must address...

'The Future relationship of dog and man'

Part two of Preferent Kinship will probe the demands today's society places on individuals and how 'finding time' in our lives forces us to prioritize our daily activities...As this relates to our pets...How far down the list are our pets becoming prioritized?..Why are virtual pets and robotic pets becoming more popular? Are men and women becoming desensitized to the 'real' world, and is the 'virtual' world becoming the real world?....Where does that leave our relationships with our animal friends?

SHADOWS

I don't know where the saying came from.. 'Men are attractive to women at any age'.
It's complete crap...On the flip side, women like it or not ladies, are a sex object in the minds and loins of men...
The whole concept that all women are uniquely beautiful is in reality, only skin deep...
...The older we are, the less likely we're going to fit the 'hottie' criteria...Even with the older crowd...
The problem is, we humans have a long memory...
Older guys remember the hour glass figures of the women they used to know...
Women remember flat stomachs, bulging muscles, heads full of hair, combined with passion filled nights, and snore less repose.
Maybe it happens so fast we don't have time to grow up to it...
It's not our fault..We get older quicker than our sex drive...
We recognize what is happening and fight back the best we can....
Lube up...Tone up...Make up...Our medicine cabinets, once practicality empty are now filled to the brim with 'weapons'..
I've got male enhancers, viagra, Revita lift, potassium gluconate, pearl drops, aloe moisturizer, collagen, to name a few..
The male enhancers and viagra are just in case the other stuff happens to work...
It doesn't though..
We are left trying to lurer the opposite sex with pathetic soapboxes like, 'sensitivity', 'modern thinking', 'knows how to treat a lady', 'honesty', 'sincerity', 'stability', blah, blah, blah...
We are the used up...The has been...The rotting...The left behind...
We just don't want to admit it....I read it all the time..."I love who I am", "I love my life", "I don't 'need' anyone"...I read it on every lonely hearts dating site I subscribe to ..."Not sure what I am doing here"...."Just curious"....
The ones that introduce themselves as "Ready to take a chance" have the right attitude though..
There's nothing new out there folks...
There is no 'different way' to play the game...Your age and experience aren't going to protect you from the pitfalls of your youth...
Your youth was only a moment ago...
Really now, just how grown up do you think you are?
Your going to get hurt...Your going to do some hurting...Your going to be disappointed...Your going to disappoint...
So what?...That's life...That's love...That's people...We older folk got to accept it...
If we want love, if we want to be a part of the 'now' we've got to take the experience we have stockpiled and utilize it to our advantage...
We are already ahead in the game..
We know.....
In the end,....it's going to end...The romance, the glow, the 'special abstraction' ends...
So what?....You boo hoo, you blow your nose, you move on...(Always wanted to use that line from 'for Richer of Poorer'.)
What's the option?...Sit around talking about 'Glory days'?....
Safe and comfortable in our little world of memories?....
Indulge ourselves in our kid's lives so we can feel filled up?...
Age is relative...In the greater scheme of time, all things alive today are of the same 'age'...
Society and culture put divisions, dividers, categories, terminologies, judgements, on age...
It's the result of buying into chronological time...There is no such thing...
It's an invention of the human mind...
A convenience that has led us down a spiraling narrow minded end...
The concept of chronological time has spilled over to saturate and pollute the very fiber of our existence..
Who needs to be reminded every 365 days your another 'year' older?...
Another year less valuable than the previous year?...
Screw that...
Ok, so I am rambling...It's my blog ain't it?...
It just bugs me that because we get older we are conditioned, trained, expected to be,...shadows...
I always wanted a Viking funeral...To go out in a ball of fire...
I for one am not ready for a funeral..However, that ball of fire?...Yea, that one I am up for...

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY

'TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY'
Birthdays are great...When your five...
Ok that's a bit extreme...Until your twenty-five..
That's the year the 'over the hill' cards start flowing in.
The 'quarter century' mark...The year society has determined your birthday no longer to be a celebration of you, but a joke...on you...
Previous to the twenty-five year demarcation point birthdays are filled with gifts,
balloons, cake and ice cream..Smoking candles magically containing your special 'wish'...
Did you know, if you don't blow out all the candles on the first try, the wish doesn't come true?
.....Always a catch...
I mean come on!...Shouldn't a birthday be the one day of the year a individual doesn't have to pass the 'success' meter in the eyes of the world?
....Always the pressure...
Well today is my birthday and I am here to tell you, I quit!
Like a fool, I've played along with society's birthday brain wash over half a century...
I can't believe it took me this long to wise up....Maybe I just sold out to the 'your special day' stroke..The assurance of a little bit of extra cash coming my way...The odds of 'getting a little' from the old lady always go up birthdays....Yea, I am sure of it...I caved into the self centered glitter ball...
I rode that birthday jet fighter right the hell up there...90 degrees straight up to 56 hundred feet and that's where my plane stalled....Next year? I am 55..The year after that, 54 and so on until my 'death day'...
How come we only celebrate one of those?
Cuz society is done with us then...No more need to tell us year after progressive year how we should be viewing ourselves...How others are viewing us...How we should behave. How we should not behave... What we should be thinking..What we shouldn't be thinking. How much more we need to contribute to get that 'success' meter in the 'green'...
Well I say "who cares"?....We're all going to be six feet under the green anyway...
Yea, today is my birthday...I almost got there...I woke up today and for awhile it didn't click..The programing didn't kick in...I think it's cuz for a few years now I've been subconsciously doing a 'birthday intervention' de-programing thing...
It takes a long time to 'debug'....It seeped up this year though...To a conscious level..
That's why I am writing about it...I think it's a positive thing seeing my birthday plane shuddering...It's engine fanning out... Coming to a complete stop...Watching it begin it's majestic tail spin, down...
Gun's blasting....Wiping out the years...A hundred hits making a hundred holes in the expectations of conformity...Yea baby, yea!
Today's my birthday,..and for the first time in a long time, I feel I am heading in the right direction..

Troops

The wars in the Middle East have touched us all, however my thoughts and prayers go out to those of you who have loved ones involved on a daily basis...You march with them literally "in their boots" via an emotional, spiritual, protective bubble of loving concern, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day...Military service, especially in the gravest conditions as our brave hero's face today, is a selfless act each soul makes in the decision to participate, giving at the very minimum, a portion of their young lives too...The personal commitment these men and women make is one of tangible love to not only their immediate loved ones, but like a stone dropped in water, a rippling sacrifice spreading across the entire United States, and the world for that matter, in perfect, unending, protective resolve....
...Ones political, social, personal "view" of the state of the world today is irrelevant in regard to this....Political Science and the battle to control the pendulum of the popular conscience consent of the American people is always "subject to change" and amounts to dust in the wind when compared to the sacrifice of the individual...Centuries fall by the waste side, empires rise and fall, social values come and go, but the short condensed microcosm of a human life time,..the commitments, choices, values, one individual makes....That,... is what gives "meaning" to the concept of "humanitarianism"....The final totality of the human race, will never be accurately weighted by any simple means of "mass" conscience...It is the individual that makes us unique...It is the individual that makes us valuable...
...And so, it is to the individual's in our armed forces I wish to salute....To their choice...To their commitment,...to their sacrifice of love.

Chat "Lingo"

Believe it or not, LooseCanon's never been much of a chatter. Now with the Bikers Funhouse site I am chatting with "friends" everyday...The thing is...I don't understand the abbreviated lingo. I think I got "LOL" down...It's lots of love, or maybe lots of luck, or maybe it changes depending on what's in the massagers mind at the time...A lot of times the messages I get have three or more letters staring at me never to be explained, leaving me a bit anxious...I don't know until I read the note if I am getting a love stroke or a fuck off (I mean "FO") stroke....It's not that anyone has "FO'd) me,...in fact everyone has been really nice and supportive, so maybe I'll learn to relax about that and just look forward to opening my messages.....As soon as I just get to that mellow state,...that's when I'll get "FO'd".
Sometimes I "get it" right off, like my Fairy Princess laid on me the other day,...."omfg",....It was like I was in tune with her mind cuz it was right there in my head...Most of the time though, I stare at those kind of letters for what seems to be....too damn long....trying this, trying that...until I say fuck it and move on...
A lot of folks send pictures that get posted in my comment section on the main page...These pictures are a example of the new visual communication that seems to be sweeping the world...I was watching TV. at the nursing home the other day, and I noticed how advertisers use "A picture is worth a thousand words" concept to make a statement...It's fast, sensational, and kind of shed's some light on us as a society...
Eight years ago I worked for a telephone company here in California setting up Digital Subscriber Lines. More commonly know as DSL...At the time I was on a tiny team of twenty folks in an office of five hundred service reps. Our little group was viewed by many as S.E.T.I. is by scientist in the field of astronomy....Out there...not really producing much....
We had just one thing going for us that kept the Corporate office off our backs....People want to go faster.....
..I didn't say anything about the nagging concern that kept raising it's ugly head in the back of my mind during my entire five year "career" at Pacific Bell,SBC,AT&T. After all one doesn't want to bite the hand that feeds ya....But now that's a part of my life that is gratefully over with and it's okay to say it...
Hard line telephone companies are doomed to failure.....The advent of wireless communication was the future back then and a industry with all their infrastructure built on lan lines has no viable means to compete. The best AT&T can do is buy into a piece of other companies wireless industry and pathetically try to hold on to a disintegrating customer base with lame marketing technics like "all your services on one billing"....
Anyway, I wonder if there is a "chat lingo" dictionary out there that novice's like me can master ...It would be kind of nice...If I fill out a job application I could put "chat lingo" as a second language once I got up to speed...
I got to get "LOL" down anyway...It's as common as spit..Shane says it's "Laugh out loud",....Okay that makes sense,...but so does "Log off Loser"...
Maybe I am more adapt with numbers opposed to letters....69 for example: I see this "flag" waved on user names in epidemic porportions....I guess with the "Baby Boomer" glut of the population, this is a reflexion of the post Hippy era...Still it's a but confusing to me,....I like Jimmy Hendricks and all,...but who'd of thought "IF SIX TURNED OUT TO BE NINE" would be so popular a tune after all these years?

Tokyo Rose

I work a lot of weekends and usually are scheduled days off during the middle of the week....Thursday's off is a lock....I have "family" obligations that require most of that day....So, I still get one other day pretty much for me...
I bought my Yamaha Virago 920 three months ago, a gift to my self I am still paying for but worth the additional sacrifice....Well, Shane doesn't agree since theres no food in the fridge, but what the hell, he weights 275 and can afford to starve for awhile.
I work in the afternoons and get done at 10pm....I was so stubborn about riding the bike when I first got it I rode to work a couple of times when the afternoon weather was mild...The ride home those first couple of trips gave me pause as to reflex on my own grasp of "common sense". Alpine (little town I work at) is about 40 minutes from my place....It's elevation is 2500 feet and my place is 3500 feet with the route home topping 4500 feet over the mountain passes....Leaving work the temperature in Alpine was about 30 degrees.....
...I was raised to appreciate nature and understand we are all a part of.....One of the reasons I like motorcycles is the stripping away of the buffer that exists in automotive modes of transportation...I am a rider that would never consider a fairing or windshield attached to my bike....For one, I think they suck as far as looks go, and two, what's the point?....Why not just drive a convertible and put the top down.
So, as I am riding out of Alpine I am feeling the cold,...I am like,...."man this is going to be a cold ride home"....As the elevation starts to climb I can feel every change in the degree of temperature...Even when I top a rise and slide back down into a little valley I can feel the difference....At 3000 ft. theres no difference anymore and my hands are vise gripped to the bars while the rest of me is doin cold shock spasms like theres a short somewhere and the voltage generated by the alternator is flowing through the handle bars and I am a perfect conduit...My right hand a positive pole sucking up the current and my left the negative side completing the circuit....
I pass the Border Patrol check point at 4500 ft....They have a big bon fire going all huddled around it and when I cruise by they're staring at me until I vanish around the bend...It's down hill from here dropping to the valley floor at 3000 ft. and the cold air has settled down here....naturally.....I swear to God I am "super glued" to the fucking bike and am having a hard time finding the flexibility to "lean" into turns...
...I make it though...obviously or I wouldn't be writing this.....Sitting in the driveway, it takes me a full minute to find the mobility to put the kick stand down...
....Like I am with women,...a glutton for punishment,...I do this again within less than a week....

This last weekend I had Saturday off work and was looking forward to riding...
The Santa Ana wind had finally settled down enough later in the day to make it possible.
I've been having some trouble with Tokyo Rose's battery so I bought a new one...The outfit I bought if from had to fill it with electrolyte and put an initial charge on it...So I picked it up from them "all ready to go"...
I installed it and for a couple of days it was all good...I went out to start the bike Saturday and the instruments wouldn't even light up....
Being a "Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance" kind of guy, I do my own work on all my vehicles, and so checking this situation out I notice the battery is only half full of electrolyte....It's not even covering the plates....This piss's me off, cuz,.....I could "rant" on right here about the decay of personal work ethic values prevalent in every industry in the country, ...but,...that's another blog for another time...
...The point is...if I am not diverse, creative, and problem solving orientated addressing this situation,...I am fucked..
I try filling the battery the rest of the way with water and hope theres enough "acid" mix to charge it....Nope...I can jump start it now with cables and a "extra" car battery and the bike runs, but what happens if I have to shut if off "out there" some place when I am riding?...."Make sure you stop on a good down grade" I think to myself, or maybe by this time I am saying it out loud "talking to myself"....Yea, that's it, I can always "bump" start it in third gear to get the motor started!.....However, there is this nagging fear and mistrust swirling around back there in the mind of LooseCanon. I keep remembering the model name of my bike....Virago.....I didn't know what It meant when I bought it, so I looked it up...."A noisy, scolding, domineering woman"...".A large strong aggressive woman"...."A shrew"....."A discontent, malicious woman"......In other words....A BITCH....
What the fuck they have to "tag" it like that for?..... Do I really want to trust a bike named "Virago" to start up for me with a dead battery by doing a free fall bump start?.....I thought about it...I really did think about it....
...Yea, about this time I am starting to feel sorry for myself....gettin kind a pissed.....Nature is not cooperating with the high wind condition,...fucking bike is fucking with me....and top it off,...ain't no woman fucking me either....
This is when a man has to make a decision...Stand up and fight back, or go inside and curl up in a fetal position for the rest of the night....Me,...I am too old to curl up....age takes it toll on the elastic ability of the muscles...
The back of the "bitch" has a luggage rack I strap a duffel bag on...I carry extra shades, clears, camera, gloves, a extra helmet, (women's size).... ya never know,....a bottle of whatever I'm drinking...So I dump everything out of it and decide, fuck it, no battery issue is going to defeat my goal of riding this thing today...I put the car battery inside the duffel bag and the jumper cables in there too...I use the car battery and the cables to jump start the bike to the bike's battery,...Theres enough "juice" in the battery to support the alternator and the bike doesn't know the difference.....Some times I guess you just have to use reverse psychology on women to get what you want....I don't know, it's hard for me though, I feel like I am not being honest...In the case of "Tokyo Rose" however, I don't have any remorse....I got out there Saturday around 5pm, the wind had died down as is typical of Santa Ana blows between 3pm and 9pm...It was all I'd hoped it would be...Felt great, and "Tokyo Rose" loved it too....I could tell you know, the way she seemed to kind a purr along, not stressed, or freaked out......Maybe "Tokyo Rose" is a lot like many women my age today....They've had to get tough to survive...I think maybe just the fact she realized there was a problem with her battery and I "her man" took the necessary steps to insure her safety, enable her to relax, let go of some of the masculine exterior she's had to build up layer after layer over the course of her life.... and just for a time,allow herself to feel feminine again...

Puppet Masters

Nursing Homes appear to me to be a subculture all their own...Well maybe subculture is not a strong enough word...Nursing Homes appear to be existing in a parallel universe....
I decided many years ago that when my time on this planet was drawing near it's end, I would simply go to some remote area, dig my own grave and bury my self alive in it.
Oh yea, I'd rather have a Viking funeral where my bod is afloat on a cool looking boat and all my friends would take turns shooting ball of fire arrows lighting up the night sky and go out in a blaze of glory....But, I've only had one friend that would go to all that trouble for me, and he already died. The only "blaze of glory" I can honestly expect is cremation....Every ideal created in my mind always gets so "watered down" in reality...I think for my next lifetime I am gonna choose to remain incarnate....I think it's a better choice for me...
However, I am rambling...The first visit I made to the Somerset Nursing Home I walked in the door and an old woman (about 200 years old) held out her hand and requested I give her .50 cents for the soda machine...I happened to have two quarters and gave them to her, happily actually as her face lit up like a kid on Christmas making her look half her age....I thought, how cool,...such a small price to help make this poor souls day a little brighter....
....I have been going to the nursing home now for almost two months trying to stick to a regimented schedule for the benefit of Shirley's state of health...I make it there at least every other day, usually stopping by for a hour before going to work....The 200 year old lady never fails to get her .50 cents from me. I call it my "toll" fee to enter the place. Others have tried to jump on her gravy train, however I am not that "nice" a guy....
...The problem is the old lady doesn't have that great a memory....She gets my toll fee and heads off to the vending machine all "Shirley Temple", sucks down her can of pepsi, and forgets she drank it...If I am still around the place she appears again holding out her claw.....
....I politely explain to her I already gave her allowance for the day and that's when she turns into someone else...
"You cheap son of a bitch bastard mother fucker!"....Okay then...I could punch her teeth down her throat, but,...turns out she doesn't have any.
Theres a courtyard in the middle of this little slice of heaven where all the smokers hang....Shirley smokes cigarettes and so do I (please, I've heard what your going to say already) so I take her out to the courtyard and we hangout there....Donna doesn't smoke, so after I get Shirl outside I go back and bring Donna out but keep her away from the rest of us to protect the innocent. I feel kind a bad cuz Donna's always separated from the rest of us in our little circle hacking, choking, sucking, blowing, firing up, stamping out.....Now that I think about it, Donna is probably sitting over there feeling sorry for us....
Yea the stereotype little old lady in a wheelchair, all smiles, and full of good thoughts despite her disability is all true...As long as I am there doling out grits and using up my bic,.. lighting the little buggers for them like a good "pool boy" should. When I am not around and Shirley wants to have a cigarette she gets panhandled from the time she leaves her room till she gets back...They (the staff) got a rule...Don't give other patients your cigarettes unless you want to lose your own cigarette smoking privilege for three days....She get's called a "fucking bitch, whore, ass hole," cuz she just brings out one cig at a time....
Initially this kind of behavior was very upsetting to the point when I would arrive Shirley (If you don't know who Shirley is, read Balboa Park to get up to speed) would be in tears...
She is getting the hang of it now, learning to say no, and fuck off in the same complete sentence...
Then there's the few "bad apples" employed to care for the inmates. California Nursing Assistant (CNA) duties cover a broad spectrum and "compassion" in my opinion should be the major requirement when entering the field....A "compassion" evaluation standard testing procedure should be given periodically, kind of like a surprise piss test other industries can do when they have certain issues they know are prevalent...
Shirley has 25 years of expertise in the nursing field, and nobody can slip any shit passed her...We had our first quarterly meeting with the staff at the facility the middle of this week, and voiced our opinions....I believe some heads are going to roll.
This place isn't the last stop for those anti-socials that can't seem to get along. A fellow the other day tried to hang himself on a light fixture cord...That was his second day at the place....They took him away, somewhere...else...
Wilma gets around for herself pretty good...She's about 4 feet tall and doesn't need a wheelchair...She putts around fine with a walker. About 80 years young and strong too...She got a one day pass to visit with her family....They picked her up on Saturday and Saturday night the Somerset folks got a call from the family.....As soon as Wilma got "home" she grabbed a bottle of booze, a pack of smokes, and locked herself in her room....It's Monday as I write this and she's still in there...partying...
The landscape around the place is well maintained....It gets watered everyday by one of the inmates....His name is Bill....Bill loves to water, yesterday he watered one area to the point it turned into a wading pool...It took three aids to get the hose away from him...They took Bill away too...I wonder, who's going to do the watering now?....