Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I'm off to prison today.

But first, the obligatory Kiley picture - finally enough hair for a barrette - barely. She's 15 months old now and still no hair. Couldn't you just smooosh that sweet little face! Of course her mother reported that she kept it in for all of 15 seconds.

So I'm going to prison.
Not a good place for a claustrophobic.
Well, not actually a claustrophobic - I just have to be able to see the way out. Sometimes just a window will do or a shaft of light from an entrance. I'll be sweating bullets, you know I will.

I'm interviewing a young man who is addicted to prescription drugs - the drug of choice here in rural Washington County. It's for a series that three of us reporters are working on. It will examine the overall drug problems in Maine and then contrast rural vs. urban. There are some very scary statistics out there!

Think of me in my "cell" today - and you know I will head right for the beach - even though it is raining - just to clear my soul afterwards.


Lili said...

I see you in Kiley's profile picture today. What a cutiepie! Trust you made out okay and didn't need a paperbag to breathe into after your prison ordeal. I like the part about heading to the beach to clear your soul... perfect way to stay centered in your profession.

Gladys said...

Do I need to bake you a cake with a file in it?

That sounds like a fascinating piece. The stories my daughter tells me about the people she works with as a D&A therapist are heart breaking.

Dawn Fortune said...

I think I read somewhere that the county where you live also is disproportionately represented in the women's prison in Maine. That might make an interesting story - there are so few opportunities for anyone - and uneducated, unskilled women in particular - at that end of the earth that there is often nothing legal for them to do to support their families. So they steal, so they do and sell drugs, so they do all kinds of things. Hope you got out into the clear salt air when your stint was done today. Go breathe in the ocean surf and stay until you go home with a layer of salt on your face and in your hair. Be well.

Becky said...

That was a tough assignment and I don't want any part of a jail.