On our long midnight drive back from Michigan, I amused myself with deleting irrelevant phone numbers from my cell phone. I had already returned my test-drive smartphone, so it was just me and the dumbphone.
One particular phone number really got my attention as I was cleaning out the directory: Livingston County Jail. (<— their website is a real gem. check it.) I didn’t make any calls there this year, but 2009 was much more eventful in the criminal justice department. For example, I still have a small collection of letters exchanged with a certain loved one who landed in the slammer that year, and had since moved up the residential ladder… but isn’t completely secure just yet.
I got the news about the arrest via text message a couple days before an epic final exam during my first year of med-dental school. The first arrest didn’t turn into longer-term incarceration until several weeks (and one hospitalization) later.
It’s a family saga that I no longer think about everyday, and now I can put it even further back in my memory knowing I won’t be seeing that phone number entry any longer.
What kind of legal drama will 2011 bring about? I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO FIND OUT. Not.
