Friday, July 7, 2006

TOOL TIME IN BAD AXE, MICHIGAN



I had to get away, simply had to, so I dropped everything I was doing (which wasn’t much) and made the 2-hour trek to my grandmother’s house. It seemed like the most logical thing to do, to go visit someone on house arrest due to an oxygen producing machine and hose. Not that she can’t get out—she had just finished cutting her grass before my arrival—only her portable canisters limit her to eight hour increments maximum.

We had a nice visit. I learned that my dad had been over a day earlier picking cherries, and a pie most certainly awaited me at my parent’s retirement home some fifteen minutes down the road. On the way out, I noticed the Huron Daily Tribune on my grandmother’s kitchen table, particularly an article in the lower right corner. I told her that the parolee arrested in Bad Axe came from the facility where I worked. She, in turn, told me that she knew the family. Wonderful, I thought. Let me recap the article for you as briefly as possible.

The parolee was originally doing time under the "650 Drug-Lifer Law." After a substantial amount of time in prison he was granted a parole. On July 15th of last year he was caught naked as a jay bird in a Holiday Inn Express watching a pornographic video while his partying teenage friends did God-knows-what in an adjacent room. His new charges included: accosting a child for immoral purposes, 3 counts of indecent exposure, 3 counts of selling/furnishing alcohol to a minor, and 1 count of malicious destruction of property.

Well, guess what? After 8 months in the Huron County Jail, our dear troop leader, sorry Boy Scouts of America, had been dismissed of all charges and handed over to the Michigan Department of Corrections for possible parole violations. However, prior to this, while sitting in the hoosegow, our dear friend gained valuable information on a man accused of repeatedly suffocating his blind/diabetic wife. Prosecutors in that case, found his testimony very very helpful. Wonderful. Not only does the MDOC have to deal with an obvious parole violator; they also need to figure out how to protect him. Yee-haw. Perhaps he needs more oxygen to the brain; he's certainly a real tool. Ain’t that right, Mr. Tim-the-Tool-Man-Taylor?

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow. Fresh air gives you an edge.
I heard he's on his way to the shop. Great story. MW

Anonymous said...

Is this the guy Tim Allen committed a crime with?

R's Musings said...

Love the post, Jim! The article's interesting, but I find it wonderful that your grandmother is still alive; I'll bet there are stories there to tell, too! Your blog seems just great to me! I got a new camera, yesterday; by the time I know how to use all the functions on it, I'll be in a retirement home myself! lol Hopefully I'll be adding photos soon. --R

Michelle's Spell said...

Love the post -- and what a name Bad Axe! I remember the first time I heard that one.

jbwritergirl said...

JR
Your visit to grandma's house brought back memories of when I was growing up in the fruitbelt (no only my sister turned out to be gay) of Ontario, Canada.
We used to spend hours picking fresh fruit and the pies...ooooh...the pies we ate.
As to the parole...it's odd that sometimes people continue on the path that leads them to trouble all the time. It almost seems like their afraid to succeed in life because that will make them be responsible for themselves. Go figure.
JB

Erik Donald France said...

Hey Jim,

That's a killer. Life is too weird to believe sometimes, and yet here we have it in black and white!

Bad Axe and Hell, MI -- who comes up with these names?

Cheers, Erik

JR's Thumbprints said...

Hey JB Writer Girl,
Yeah, it's funny how some people manage to turn their lives around. The parole violator is indeed connected to Tim Allen for selling drugs way way back. See how different each turned out--not to mention a DUI Mr. Allen had to weasle his way out of.

Cheri said...

Gotta love that shit, eh? I think I'm going to post the story of the guy who lived next door to my Gramma in Detroit.

Anonymous said...

JR on another note. Your going to love this. Today a certain tutor whose last name starts with an O
and believes he's in the slammer for protecting his property with a hunting knife but he doesn't know that we know he's Mr. Ped-ooo-phile)complained to me about a family of skunks who seem to be intrigued by his window. He has a garden apartment. Out of the blue one of my students announced to the whole class, "dey know who dey relatives are." Amen to that. MW
P.S. This is why we teach at the shop. It's for these moments of enlightenment. I thought I saw three lightbulbs come on. Mr. O could not get out of my classroom fast enough.

The Laughorist said...

Liked your post -- and I see some a friend or two commenting here. Your visit reminds me of, what, Flannery O'Connor? Anyway, saw your profile. I too liked Love in the Time of Cholera. Excellent. First love. Melancholy longing. He coulda substituted AIDS instead of Cholera if it were a modern setting. I decidely did not like his 100 Years of Solitude (seemed more like 1000). The magic part of his magic realism seemed contrived. I digress.

ZZZZZZZ said...

hey! i love going up to Bad Axe, my parents have a small cottage in Caseville. Its so cheery and peaceful up there. good memories

Bro Ron said...

Jim, We can say that we are two Bad Asses born in Bad Axe! :) Bro, -Ron

JR's Thumbprints said...

Bro Ron,
Got that right! Bro Jim

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