No, no, no, I have not been arrested again. I was at a memorial for Jay's friend at the Washington Athletic Club in downtown Seattle. The attorneys all work in Tacoma. I merely suggested that on their breaks they visit Mad Hat Tea Company in downtown Tacoma for some creative relief. Jay said something smarty pants like about the tea house being populated with slackers.
Well, I am a slacker of sorts. As a disabled middle-aged woman I find myself about as employable as a toddler. That said, I think I left the attorneys wondering why I know so many attorneys in Tacoma and so many people in law enforcement in general. Well, let them wonder.
I think my explanation about my involvement in the civil rights movement for disabled and mentally ill offenders was sufficient explanation. I informed them I had just completed forty hours of training to work with the mentally ill as a peer support specialist. But let's face it, who is going to hire a middle aged woman with MS. Oh well. It's nice to dream. And dream I do. And dream I might do right now as I am going to sleep. -Alison Whiteman