My 16 year old daughter was diagnosed as Attention Deficit Disorder and then, at the age of 57, so was I. A lifetime of struggle was placed into a context that made sense of a lot of failure and frustration. This blog documents and celebrates what has happened to me since.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
Al From Dadeville
He could get ten years (I imagine it's what they would call a felony criminal mischief in my part of the country) in prison. On a sports podcast I favor, The Solid Verbal, there was talk about, instead of him going to prison, having him clean up what is a small super fund site (the soil is contaminated and apparently has to be hauled away and replaced), replant the trees and then nurture them--all under the watchful eyes of the Auburn students.
One of hosts of this podcast said that would amount to justice, more than locking up a 62 year old man for a decade, but doubted that Al would do it. He'd rather go to jail.
So, I wonder about that. I do think ten years in prison is fine for killing trees--but, hey, I'm from Oregon. We love trees up here and cut them into cookies with chainsaws to celebrate futbol goals. ("We're the Timbers Army, Who are you?)
I like the idea Al from Dadeville (a former Texas Ranger--what position do you suppose he played?) spending the rest of his days cultivating a new copse of trees on the Auburn campus although I think wearing an orange jumpsuit would be the best attire--it's a double entendre for a convicted felon paying dues under the watchful eye of the War Eagle. (The War Eagle? What do you suppose porn looks like, down there?)
Maybe he would refuse.
Well, OK. Suppose he did.
Here's the deal, Al. Do the trees or go to an Alabama prison (do you know how many of them there are? Google it) and in that Alabama prison your cellee will be the biggest baddest Auburn fan in the joint. I am sure that it would be easy to find an appropriate candidate in any of the many of those fine institutions. In fact, I wouldn't doubt it if I were told that the Auburn football fans in prisons have a rooting clubs they call the "Double Oranges." (Orange prison jumpsuits, Orange Auburn colors)
Perhaps, Al, your cellees could be rotated in weekly. I am sure the "DO's" would compete for a week long slumber party with you. (Jeez, maybe someday it would be some guy close to your own age named Newton.)
I guess, Al, we could actually put you up in that same kind of system in that women's prison near Montgomery. A new female cellee every week--each of them an Auburn fan, each of them a convicted felon. There's a lot of beautiful women in the state of Alabam' (been there and know it to be true) but I'm betting there are women in prison there who could kick Nick Fairly's ass and call it breakfast. Just for you, Al.
Somehow I'm thinking that to Al from Dadeville a little OJT forestry degree would look like the better alternative. But, hey, that's just me. I didn't name my kids "Bear" and "Crimson," like he did. Either choice he made seems like justice, to me.
- Tmothy Travis
- I am a convinced Beanite Friend, a member of Bridge City Friends Meeting, Willamette Quarterly Meeting and North Pacific Yearly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends. Notwithstanding the doubts of some who claim the name, I am a Christian who does a Buddhist practice and believes that God talks to everyone, all the time. I have worked in the judicial branch of government, as well as being a trial lawyer, a public school teacher (counselor and coach), a kite merchant, and a Marine Corp Sergeant. I am currently working as a consultant to public and private agencies on issues of child welfare, juvenile justice, and substance abuse treatment courts.