Not Sam's Halfway House. Thank God. |
This is the sixth in a series of stories about my
friend Sam, former owner of the Premium Fireworks Company. He was sentenced to
18 months in minimum-security prison (unjustly) for selling fireworks for which
he did not have a valid license to sell. If you want to start the series from
the beginning:
The
Homecoming. Well, at Least a Lot Closer.
Sam
has been in prison now 13 months of his 18-month sentence. The Department of
Corrections let him know recently he was eligible for early release (through a
bizarre and byzantine set of qualification rules no one understands; although
I’m not questioning them now). A few days ago I was able to pick up Sam from
his minimum-security prison and take him to a halfway house back in this area.
Sam’s
sister, Janet, and my and Sam’s mutual friend Jennifer* met me at 5:30am in
order to drive three hours south to the prison. We had to be there by 9:00am to
drive him directly back to town by 12:30pm. Most prisoners take the bus to a
halfway house, but a relative or close friend can drive them with special
permission. To get that permission, I had to jump through all kinds of hoops. I
had to email copies of my driver’s license and an insurance card a few weeks
back immediately to the DOC with
around an hour’s notice. In addition, I had to provide details on my car down
to how much change was in the ashtray. I scanned my license and insurance card,
which was recently expired, but said I would have a current one when I arrived
at the prison.
Janet, Jennifer and I had
some deep conversations on the three-hour drive south. A main topic was
favorite 1960s sitcoms ... Janet was an I
Love Lucy girl (I didn't have the heart to tell her Lucy was from the 1950s). Jennifer preferred I
Dream of Jeannie. Those are fine, but the greatest ‘60s sitcom was of
course The Andy Griffith Show. I
shared that anecdote recently with my comedian friend David, and his reply was,
“Do you know why everyone on The Andy
Griffith Show was so happy all the time? Why? Because all of the characters were single!” True. I think
Otis was married, but he spent his nights drunk in a city jail cell, so I suppose he
found relief his own way. But I digress.
We discussed Sam’s mental health and
if he would be allowed to return home for the rest of his sentence. He has to be
incarcerated until August 10th, either at the halfway house or at
home. In this case, the entire halfway house business is nonsense. Halfway
houses are effective for folks with no place to live and no job. They offer
education, social assistance and a step up to reintegrate back into society.
Sam is a successful businessman with a home and large support system. Sending
him to a halfway house instead of home (probably to make room for real
criminals at the prison) was yet another insult and unnecessary punishment.
Indeed, Sam suspected he might be able to “check in” to the halfway house and
go home almost immediately. That happened to someone else he knew a few weeks
back, so it was a possibility.
We arrived at the prison in plenty of time. Sam
was being released from the maximum-security building; I had never been there
before. When we pulled up, Sam’s meager belongings were already gathered
outside the door in perforated white sacks and he was in the lobby. He was
ebullient about getting out, even unsure where he was going. Then it was the
usual bureaucratic “hurry up and wait” scenario, with lots of papers to be
filled out and officials consulted. No one ever spoke to me or asked me for my
driver’s license or updated insurance card. I could have arrived in a clown car
for all they cared.
Due to the delays, we were a bit late getting on the road.
Sam was like a kid on Christmas day, unfamiliar with the area (we were all very
familiar with it by now, a remote Kentucky town) and taking in the feeling of
(temporary) freedom. It was the first time he had been in a car in thirteen
months. I put down the windows and let the air blow. Freedom. The trip flew by,
with all of us catching up and chatting like old women. Sam received several
pre-planned phone calls, from his family and from our mutual friend Kenneth,
who lives in Viet Nam. Sam desperately wanted to stop and get a real hamburger,
not one that still had marks from where the jockey was hitting it. But
ultimately we decided not to take any chances getting to the halfway house on
time.
We arrived back in Northern Kentucky. The halfway house was over the
river on a hill in a seedy part of town, next to other older homes now used for
various government functions. We all got out and entered the lobby. The staff
seemed polite and helpful. But there was no chance of going home that day, or
in the immediate future. Of course there was all sorts of government red tape to
wrangle with, mandatory classes to attend and visits with his caseworker.
Again, these are legitimate functions for some folks who need such help. Sam
didn’t and it was a total waste of city and state resources. Visiting hours are
on weekends from 1-5pm, but visitors had to have yet another background check
and be approved before visiting. I was just approved to visit a federal prison,
why did I have to be approved again to visit a halfway house? Answer: It’s the
rule and one size fits all. We left Sam with some reading material and promised
to bring him some clothes from home and a cell phone, which he was allowed to
have.
It’s been a few days and Sam is staying put for now. After approval from
his caseworker, parole officer and the DOC, and a home inspection, he may be
able to go to home incarceration until his August 10th deadline. After
that he’ll be on probation for three years. Meanwhile, this former adjunct
college professor has to sit through mandatory classes on how to write a resume
and how to shake hands and look someone in the eye at a job interview. A huge
waste of time and resources, but try telling that to the government.
To
conclude, overall a good day. Sam tasted freedom for a few hours. He may be
able to come home soon. The halfway house allows a lot more flexibility than
prison. And visitors are allowed to visit and order food from local
restaurants; we can finally enjoy a meal together. He has a cell phone and we
talk regularly. He’s much better off than he was a week ago, and my friend is a
half hour away rather than three hours. We’re all a little happier with the
current situation.
Next: Hopefully, home.
That's a relief, if only momentary. Nothing beats getting a little bit of freedom after being incarcerated for a stretch of time. At least Sam is moving into home incarceration soon, which is much better for a person's dignity. We should seize any opportunity to spare ourselves from cell time. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteEliseo Weinstein @ JR's Bail Bonds
Right on, Eliseo! However, home incarceration is fast becoming a pipe dream. The staff at the halfway house keep finding reasons not to send Sam home. Looks like they enjoy his company too much. But he does get the occasional 12-hour pass and is allowed to attend church. They can't keep him longer than August 10th, so at least he'll be home then. But he is not a danger to society! Send him home!
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