Morning, Jerry –
Addictions come in many forms, I used to be a fishing addict, loved it.
A heap of stuff happened yesterday regarding Kari. We spent a lot of time talking, and I spent a while crying.
Kari’s probation officer (PO) called Kari to say she had scored 1.5 on her last urine test, and so now that had to be taken before the judge, as a condition of Kari’s probation is she not drink. Kari said she was surprised it wasn’t 2.0, and once, when she checked into the Guidance Clinic and blew into the machine there, she blew 4.0.
Finger’s crossed, Kari heard from her PO this morning that she wants to try to get Kari into a special six months program in the jail, which, if Kari does that and passes the course, will fulfill her probation and free her from any hold Monroe County and the State of Florida have on her. Kari will emerge dry, sober. Looks to me like her best chance.
Before Kari heard that from her PO this morning, I read Kari some passages out of a novel I’m reading about a drunk Irish detective, which caused Kari to laugh hard. [The Guards, Ken Bruen]
“An alcoholic’s greatest defect is a complete unwillingness to learn from the past. What I knew from mine was if I drank, chaos reigned. I was no longer under any illusion. Yet I’d have given anything to crack the seal on a bottle of Scotch and fly. Or even, a feast of pints. Close my eyes and there was a table. Wooden, of course, Dozens of creamy Guinness lined up in greeting. The head … ahhh, just perfect.”
“I’d come across some books by Keith Ablow. A practising psychiatrist with a specialty in forensics, he wrote,
You need a drink. That’s how it starts. You need. And the need was real, always is. because I did need something. I needed the courage to face what I had to do next. And I didn’t have it. The booze makes you forget that you’re a coward, for a while. Until a while runs out. Whatever you need to face has grown claws and become a monster you don’t ever want to meet. Then the monster starts pissing out booze faster than you can pour it in.”
Lead into one chapter:
Remember the primary laws of physics: every force has and equal and opposite force. If you perform and act of grace, you leave the system. It’s like throwing down the gauntlet to Satan. All kinds of hell can come looking for you.
“Years ago I’d read where a man asks, How come, no matter how long since I’ve seen the family or how much distance I put between us, they can always push my buttons? The answer: Because they installed them.”
In today’s Citizen, Jerry, is a lovely article in which the cat finally official gets out of the bag. Yep, Walmart has its sights set on the new shopping center across from the Navy base just up US 1 from your and Donna’s home. I think that’s a great thing, totally in keeping with how the Florida Keys and Key West think and are headed :-).
Hardly coincidence, Kari lived in Columbia, Missouri, when the first super Wal-Mart was built, there. Sam Walton would come into down in an old pickup truck, wearing coveralls and go into that store, and few knew who he was. He was nice man, Kari said.
Sam’s daughter, Barbara, had a horse farm just across the street from the Wal-Mart. She and Kari rode horses together. The father of the man Barbara married was Kari’s pick up man. That is a horse race lady cowboy’s do. The cowgirl races her horse from one end of the arena to the other, where her pick up man waits beside a barrel. As she turns the horse, he jumps up behind her and she races the horse back to the start. Fastest time wins.
Kari had already told me that she was the Missouri barrel racing champion one year. That’s when cowgirls race their horses around barrels, the fastest time wins, if they don’t knock over a barrel. I asked Kari this morning, if she was the state pick up man race champion, too? Probably, she was best cowgirl rider in those days, she said.
She told me once of throwing a race, but didn’t ever let on she had done it, so another cowgirl could win, who had tried so hard to win but never had. Kari said she had won so many races, it didn’t matter to her if she won another one, and she wanted that other cowgirl to win. Kari said she won good sportsmanship awards in high school. She was president of her senior class.
Another thing Kari told me.
When she and David Dangler were getting a divorce up on Plantation Key, Judge Shea got the case. Shea was my 2nd wife’s last name, my wife when I practiced law in Birmingham, Alabama.
It was alleged by David Dangler that Kari was a drunk, and she was sent to rehab, which she completed and was attending AA meetings. At one meeting she chaired, Judge Shea came in an took a seat. Judge Shea retired, perhaps for health reasons, and Judge Garcia was assigned the Dangler divorce case.
A mental health professional interviewed David and Kari’s young daughter, who told the mental health professional that she took showers with her father, and touched his penis. This was part of the evidence in the child custody part of the divorce case. Judge Garcia gave custody of the child to David Dangler, because of Kari’s drinking history. Kari came unglued.
The case that got Kari on probation was presided over by Judge Ptomey, on Plantation Key.
After Kari was released from the jail, on probation, she wrote to Judge Ptomey, asking for modification of her probation, because she was living on the street, could not get work, and could not pay back the costs she owed the local criminal justice system. Friends drove her up to Plantation Key for that hearing, and Judge Ptomey was not there. Judge Fowler from Key West handled the case.
Unknown to Kari, her PO had sent in a violation of probation finding, and Judge Fowler had Kari put in shackles and taken to jail on Stock Island, where she resided a while, before being released again, homeless, in Key West.
Jerry, I don’t have to tell you what it would do to a mother, to have her young daughter and only child taken away from her, and given to a man who was taking showers with that child.