charlie sherrill
Member
It started this morning. I had just served a summons on a guy from the New York State Department of Social Services. His ex-baby momma had applied for benefits and they were trying to get baby daddy to take a paternity test to determine paternity of a 16 year old. Good luck. I left there and passed James walking down a city street. I knew him from a couple of years ago when I had taken him to the evaluation center on a commitment order. He's about 6'5", wears real thick glasses, and has frizzy blond hair. He was wearing all black, carrying a black zipper bag, and was rapid fire puffing on a cigarette. His eyes are always darting back and forth but stopped darting just long enough to look guilty of something as I drove by him. I hadn't gotten far when I was flagged down by two women whom I assumed were some type of medical people. They told me they worked at the facility down the street that cared for mentally ill folks. The one who appeared to be in charge told me James had just "escaped" and wanted me to bring him back. I asked her if he was there on a court order and she said no. I told her I would try to talk him back but if he refused I had to let him walk until I got a court order. I turned around and went back and talked to James. I asked him what the problem was and he said the medication they were giving him wasn't letting him do the things he liked to do. I asked him what he liked to do that the medicine interferred with and he told me something I'm not going to write here for fear of getting bumped off again. I asked him if he liked staying at the evaluation center that I took him to awhile back. He said definately not. I told him if he didn't go back with the ladies they would get a commitment order and that's where he would probably go. He asked if I would give him a ride back to the facility. I helped him into the backseat and took him back. I never had any trouble out of him and as left him at the front door he stuck out his hand and wanted to shake mine. "Not after what you just told me." He laughed and went inside with the ladies.
I had a summons for a funeral home. I don't get many of these and decided to read some of it. John had died several months ago and Lucinda was sueing the funeral home because they had left her name off the death certificate as being the surviving spouse. I figured it had something to do with an inheritance or she wouldn't be bothering with it. I went to the funeral home. They actually advertise being the cheapest funeral in town. There was a 30 something year old Cadillac hearse parked outside the run down building. I found an open door and went inside. The place smelled like formaldahyde.(sp?) I didn't find anybody at first and and after calling out a couple of times a voice in the back of the building told me to come on back. I entered an office of some kind just as a very large man (whom I learned was the owner,embalmer,undertaker,etc.) came out of a back room wearing an apron with some kind of stuff dripping off the front of it. As he asked me my reason for being there , he took the dripping apron off and hung it on a clothes hook on a door. I handed him the summons. He looked at it and told me he already knew about it and said she was "just a dog lookin' for a bone." I didn't ask what he meant by that because I was just glad to get rid of another summons from my stack. Lucinda was also sueing Mack. The summons indicated that Mack was John's caretaker in the last days of his life. Mack lived 20 miles from the funeral home in a rural area. I left there still not knowing (or really caring) about the details of the lawsuit. I went to the address given to look for Mack. There were no house numbers on the mailboxes so I asked some guys if they knew Mack. They told me he was cooking lunch for some children across the road. I went over there and saw a woman who was having a smoke break under a shade tree at the church. I asked her if she knew Mack and was he there. She said she'd go get him. A few minutes later Mack came out of the church and came over to my car. He was wearing a pantsuit,earrings, makeup, an apron with flour all over it, and a hair net over his long hair. When I heard him speak I remembered who he was. I had stopped and talked to him a couple of years ago as he pushed a guy who looked comatose down the road in a wheel chair. Mack was wearing a dress then. (think defensive tackle in a French maid outfit) I asked if he remembered the encounter and he told me he did and that it was John in the wheelchair. Mack already knew about the lawsuit and was expecting the papers. I asked him what was going on and he said that Lucinda and John had been married at one time but had divorced about 30 years ago. John had brain cancer and the family had asked Mack to take care of him. Mack said Lucinda found out about it and came out and asked Mack if she could take John to her house for a couple of days and help take care of him and give Mack a break. Mack thanked her and helped load an unconscious John and his wheelchair into her van. Mack said that was the last time he saw her and that he didn't see John again until somebody from the hospital called him and told him his "wife" Lucinda had dropped him off there, that they were unable to contact her, and that John didn't have long to live. I told Mack that must explain the copy of a marriage certificate that was included in the summons showing that Lucinda had remarried John a week before he died. I asked Mack what did John have that Lucinda wanted to marry him for. He said John had $90,000 in the bank and owned the house across from the church. OK. If I'm not busy that day I might look in on the court to see what happens.
As I was writing this Deputy Scott rang my doorbell. The house just down and across the road from me has been unoccupied for the last 18 months. Dr. E (who is not really a doctor) used to live there before he got busted for some unauthorized pharmacutical manufactoring. He's currently in prison. Deputy Scott had received a call someone was trespassing there. Upon arrival he found Dr. E's girlfriend there. She's also the grandmother of the child he had with her daughter. When Deputy Scott drove up he observed a female in her late 50's under the carport of the house. She was wrapped in a towel and had been bathing out of a plastic five gallon bucket. She had been cooking hotdogs over a fire made from storm damaged limbs. There is no power or water hooked up to the house and the yard has 18 months of uninterrupted growth. Dr. E wrote me a letter and told me she was going to be moving in there. I wrote him one back and told him to tell her to stay away from my house and if the drug stuff started back up over there she might be in the same situation he's in. She is "disabled" and has a free supply of stuff to make her feel good. Apparently she doesn't have enough money to turn the utilities back on. This is a very strange relationship. Dr. E told me in the letter he was going to marry her in October in a prison wedding so he could have someone for conjugal visits. That stuff must have burned his brain up. I told Deputy Scott that it was OK for her to be there...for now.
I had a summons for a funeral home. I don't get many of these and decided to read some of it. John had died several months ago and Lucinda was sueing the funeral home because they had left her name off the death certificate as being the surviving spouse. I figured it had something to do with an inheritance or she wouldn't be bothering with it. I went to the funeral home. They actually advertise being the cheapest funeral in town. There was a 30 something year old Cadillac hearse parked outside the run down building. I found an open door and went inside. The place smelled like formaldahyde.(sp?) I didn't find anybody at first and and after calling out a couple of times a voice in the back of the building told me to come on back. I entered an office of some kind just as a very large man (whom I learned was the owner,embalmer,undertaker,etc.) came out of a back room wearing an apron with some kind of stuff dripping off the front of it. As he asked me my reason for being there , he took the dripping apron off and hung it on a clothes hook on a door. I handed him the summons. He looked at it and told me he already knew about it and said she was "just a dog lookin' for a bone." I didn't ask what he meant by that because I was just glad to get rid of another summons from my stack. Lucinda was also sueing Mack. The summons indicated that Mack was John's caretaker in the last days of his life. Mack lived 20 miles from the funeral home in a rural area. I left there still not knowing (or really caring) about the details of the lawsuit. I went to the address given to look for Mack. There were no house numbers on the mailboxes so I asked some guys if they knew Mack. They told me he was cooking lunch for some children across the road. I went over there and saw a woman who was having a smoke break under a shade tree at the church. I asked her if she knew Mack and was he there. She said she'd go get him. A few minutes later Mack came out of the church and came over to my car. He was wearing a pantsuit,earrings, makeup, an apron with flour all over it, and a hair net over his long hair. When I heard him speak I remembered who he was. I had stopped and talked to him a couple of years ago as he pushed a guy who looked comatose down the road in a wheel chair. Mack was wearing a dress then. (think defensive tackle in a French maid outfit) I asked if he remembered the encounter and he told me he did and that it was John in the wheelchair. Mack already knew about the lawsuit and was expecting the papers. I asked him what was going on and he said that Lucinda and John had been married at one time but had divorced about 30 years ago. John had brain cancer and the family had asked Mack to take care of him. Mack said Lucinda found out about it and came out and asked Mack if she could take John to her house for a couple of days and help take care of him and give Mack a break. Mack thanked her and helped load an unconscious John and his wheelchair into her van. Mack said that was the last time he saw her and that he didn't see John again until somebody from the hospital called him and told him his "wife" Lucinda had dropped him off there, that they were unable to contact her, and that John didn't have long to live. I told Mack that must explain the copy of a marriage certificate that was included in the summons showing that Lucinda had remarried John a week before he died. I asked Mack what did John have that Lucinda wanted to marry him for. He said John had $90,000 in the bank and owned the house across from the church. OK. If I'm not busy that day I might look in on the court to see what happens.
As I was writing this Deputy Scott rang my doorbell. The house just down and across the road from me has been unoccupied for the last 18 months. Dr. E (who is not really a doctor) used to live there before he got busted for some unauthorized pharmacutical manufactoring. He's currently in prison. Deputy Scott had received a call someone was trespassing there. Upon arrival he found Dr. E's girlfriend there. She's also the grandmother of the child he had with her daughter. When Deputy Scott drove up he observed a female in her late 50's under the carport of the house. She was wrapped in a towel and had been bathing out of a plastic five gallon bucket. She had been cooking hotdogs over a fire made from storm damaged limbs. There is no power or water hooked up to the house and the yard has 18 months of uninterrupted growth. Dr. E wrote me a letter and told me she was going to be moving in there. I wrote him one back and told him to tell her to stay away from my house and if the drug stuff started back up over there she might be in the same situation he's in. She is "disabled" and has a free supply of stuff to make her feel good. Apparently she doesn't have enough money to turn the utilities back on. This is a very strange relationship. Dr. E told me in the letter he was going to marry her in October in a prison wedding so he could have someone for conjugal visits. That stuff must have burned his brain up. I told Deputy Scott that it was OK for her to be there...for now.
