Unusual title, I know... however let me explain - the other day, when I was headed to Grandpa Don's house I got pulled over and got a ticket.
In the process of getting the ticket, the officer informed me that there was an outstanding warrant for my arrest out of Miami/Dade in Florida.
Given that the last time I was there was about 5 years ago for the Tut exhibit with Grandpa Don, and before that my last visit was some 20 years prior, this completely floored me.
Unfortunately, the only information the officer would give me was that it was a warrant out of Miami/Dade and suggested that I call down there to get details.
Since I was seeing Blake in a couple of days, I waited to talk to him prior to calling the Miami/Dade police department - however Blake's only suggestion was that I contact our cousin Darryl, since he was also a lawyer and licenced to practice in Florida.
I called down to the Miami/Dade PD, and was informed that short of coming in person to verify my identity, I could go to a local police department, prove my identity and have them tell me what the deal was - of course, this wasn't an option, since with an outstanding warrant, I'd end up being arrested and possibly held for extradition down to Florida. This wasn't going to happen.
I did manage to find out that a lawyer could get this information for me, and so that's what I'm trying to do - get Darryl to find out what the hell this is all about, and I'll deal with it if it's valid.
So, in the space of a couple of days, I'm attempting to reestablish contact with relatives I haven't spoken to in decades.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I'm back
Andrea, please forgive your Uncle Merlin for being lazy, depressed, too busy to write and all the other excuses I'll spout for not blogging.
To fill you in, it's been a crazy crazy couple of months, details of which I'll write later - right now, I'm going to relay the incident that's driven me back to the blog.
Recently, I had a slip and fall accident that neccessitated the hiring of a lawyer. So, I went to Blake (to reference, see the family tree posted earlier...he's a cousin, the son of Pattye and Harry) - and after we got our business taken care of, we got to gossipping about family like two old Jewish men tend to do.
Come to find out that our Uncle Gerry had died some months back - Blake and I had the same reaction to his relaying that news, ie "did you make sure they put a stake in the heart, cut off the head and filled the mouth with garlic, and put chains on the coffin?" - As you might be able to tell, Gerry wasn't exactly a favored relative.
Normally, this wouldn't be material for a post - however Blake's next statement proved how wrong I was.
Seems that he and Rodney (that's Babe's middle son) were talking to Gerry's secretary/receptionist, and she dropped a bombshell. Turns out that Gerry was ... how to put this delicately...was getting some action on the side and had been for years.
You might be inclined to think he was shtupping the secretary - that wasn't the case.
There was someone who'd been hanging out at his office for years, and that who Gerry was shtupping - Harvey.
Harvey was introduced to us years earlier as Uncle Gerry's "friend" ... (the quotes are mine, btw) - a travelling salesman who never was on the road, instead spending time at Gerry's office, which is where we almost always ran into him.
The "we" I refer to would be myself, Faye, Sam and Jolene, on our infrequent expeditions downtown.
This really does make a bunch of stuff go "CLICK" for me - for example, why Gerry hated me so especially after I came out. I was living the life he couldn't for all his money.
To fill you in, it's been a crazy crazy couple of months, details of which I'll write later - right now, I'm going to relay the incident that's driven me back to the blog.
Recently, I had a slip and fall accident that neccessitated the hiring of a lawyer. So, I went to Blake (to reference, see the family tree posted earlier...he's a cousin, the son of Pattye and Harry) - and after we got our business taken care of, we got to gossipping about family like two old Jewish men tend to do.
Come to find out that our Uncle Gerry had died some months back - Blake and I had the same reaction to his relaying that news, ie "did you make sure they put a stake in the heart, cut off the head and filled the mouth with garlic, and put chains on the coffin?" - As you might be able to tell, Gerry wasn't exactly a favored relative.
Normally, this wouldn't be material for a post - however Blake's next statement proved how wrong I was.
Seems that he and Rodney (that's Babe's middle son) were talking to Gerry's secretary/receptionist, and she dropped a bombshell. Turns out that Gerry was ... how to put this delicately...was getting some action on the side and had been for years.
You might be inclined to think he was shtupping the secretary - that wasn't the case.
There was someone who'd been hanging out at his office for years, and that who Gerry was shtupping - Harvey.
Harvey was introduced to us years earlier as Uncle Gerry's "friend" ... (the quotes are mine, btw) - a travelling salesman who never was on the road, instead spending time at Gerry's office, which is where we almost always ran into him.
The "we" I refer to would be myself, Faye, Sam and Jolene, on our infrequent expeditions downtown.
This really does make a bunch of stuff go "CLICK" for me - for example, why Gerry hated me so especially after I came out. I was living the life he couldn't for all his money.
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