This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality. In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Friday, April 15, 2016
The Second Day
4th
June 2014
Dear Cassi,
My second day on the witness stand was much like
my first. I arrived an hour early and waited only to be told that the court was
experiencing delays. I was set to take the stand at 10:30 in the morning then
told I was excused until eleven fifteen. At eleven fifteen I was told they were
letting us out for lunch and I would be off until one in the evening.
There was a shop on the same floor as my case, and
I stopped in there to get lunch, a turkey sandwich and naked juice, only to
keep my body going under the stress. It was a labor to get that sandwich down
and the last inch found its way into the trash.
I took the stand and found long the time of my
interrogations. When the attorney for
the defense was done with me the attorney for the prosecution came at me again,
and then when I left of the stand they said I had to wait outside until the
trial was over.
In the hallways the policeman, being one of two
who responded that day and having to then appear as witness, thanked me for
attending court. He said that most would file a report but few would come and
back it up with an appearance. He said
that he was surprised at how long I took questioning and that most were only on
the stand for a few minutes.
It was my prerogative to tell the man that this
case was the people verses and so it was my duty to attend and give honest
testimony. We talked over varying points making some effort to amuse ourselves
while the trial when on without us. The policeman said that the defendant would
likely never take the stand as she would incriminate herself.
When it was all over the DA came out and said we
could go home. The Jury would give a verdict, and I would know I did my duty. I
went home that night hoping this would never happen again.
Stay safe, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Ramona the Brave by Beverly Cleary: Book Review
'Ramona the Brave' by Beverly Cleary is a book that I have heard of and so I figured reading it would be a good idea. It's popular and where as that doesn't necessarily mean good it does in this case.
'Ramona the Brave' is primarily a book about being young and dealing with every day life as a first grader. This book took be back to those days and I have to admit that it bothered me because of my terrible childhood.
Had my childhood been better I would have loved this book, but I don't like feeling young again.
Who should read this book? Children and those who want to feel young.
Books Read 21 of 5,000
Pages: 176
Total Pages Read for 'The 5,000 Project': 4,533
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Day as a Witness
3rd
June 2014
Dear Cassi,
I have spent my first day as a witness to my own
injuries and what a day it has turned to be both trying and dragging. It
started with a call to meet a District Attorney at her office to discuss
evidence and as it became clear reports and photographs had not been rendered
to the detective among these were the image of the cuts on my face and the
wreckage of the office floor.
My work considered that a matter to be on duty
time and so said on Monday I would have ‘tomorrow’ off. It was when I had made
my coffee and settled into working for the night that Sherri, the per diem
guard, arrived and asked what I was doing on shift. This surprised me and I
learned that I had been given the night off. I work for two hours before taking
the shift off and going home to find that sleep was impossible.
I left my home two hours before my appointment with
the court taking in account of LA traffic and arrived in the right place an
hour early. At a small table I found a sheriff’s deputy, or at very least a man
meant to look as such, who said he had been told of my arrival and asked me to
sit and wait for the woman in question.
My time sitting on that stone bench was spent
reading interjected by the calls of paper law folk greeting on another. They
looked and sounded to be so happy to see one another that this almost came to
me to be a result of tension as if any moment one of these folks could burst
into fire if wrongly handled. This may be a result of them being public
defenders and so apposing each other in one case or another.
The District Attorney herself arrived almost right
on time to the second. She was a tan woman of Asian descent with broad hips and
a healthy build. Had the situation not
been so solemn or the air not so thick I would have been happy to make the
acquaintance of so fine a woman.
We sat down with the police officer who made the
initial report, talked over evidence, made ready for me to take the stand. I
attended the court and was sworn in then we went over every photograph. I was cross examined for 15 minutes before
the court adjourned for the day and I was called to come back the next day at
10:30AM.
I hate doing this, little sister,
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
The Light Fantastic By Terry Pratchett: Book Review
'The Light Fantastic' By Terry Pratchett is the second book in the Disk World books picking up right were the last book left off with our two heroes falling off the world.
I feel that Pratchett grew in this book, and it has a more defined plot yet lacks the light hearted nature 'The Color of Magic'. Still, I loved this novel and have read it time and time again.
Who should read this book? Anyone who likes good books.
Books Read 20 of 5,000
Pages: 217
Total Pages Read for 'The 5,000 Project': 4,357
Monday, April 11, 2016
Goodbye Pork Chop
14th February 2014
Dear Cassi,
Today I came
home to find one of my dogs had expired. This was Pork Chop the elderly
Labrador. He had been more lethargic than usual and crawled himself into a
corner last night where he sat taking in what was left of the world. I could
tell that he was dying and I knew that he would be dead when I came home, but
it was no less painful to see him crumpled on the floor, his sad eyes looking
out at the world sightlessly.
I knew I had to
get him out of the house before Pickle came home and so I called the vet and
asked about disposal of the body. It was expensive, but I didn’t feel like
shopping around.
Porky being so
large a dog, and his death leaving his back end open, I wrapped him in an old
frayed table cloth and dragged is hundred and ten pound mass to the front yard
where I place him in a concrete mixing troth and then in my car.
Even having
been dead only a few hours the body smelled, and so I drove down to the vet
with the windows open. A train had stopped on the tracks across Sunset Avenue,
and so I had to take a detour.
It took some
time to get things settled at the vet, and I was asked what had happened. I
talked and I cried, I cried as I told the story of the old dog and his death. I
cried as I drove home.
What does one
do on the day his dog dies? Did I do the right thing? I found old Porky
following a neighbor home and I took him in and looked after him. I gave him
the best life I could for the short time I had him.
Remember the
good moments, little sister,
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Storming Heaven by Dale Brown: Book Review
'Storming Heaven' by Dale Brown is the story of a mercenary who gets wild hair up his butt and becomes a terrorist.
Heaped in violence and gore, sprinkled with odd sex this novel is not for those under the age of 18. I felt it lagged in the first half and picked up in the second.
I have to admit that by the end I was rooting for the heroes and hoping the bad guy got it in the tail. This book wasn't great but it didn't suck and was worth reading.
Who should Read this book? Those who like sex and violence.
Books Read 19 of 5,000
Pages: 474
Total Pages Read for 'The 5,000 Project': 4,140
Saturday, April 2, 2016
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