Rest in Peace, Rick

“He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.” ~ Giovanni Falcone

Today I received the devastating news of Rick’s passing.  A dear friend of mine from Atascadero, we met under the most unusual circumstances, but I’ll never forget my first impression.  The times we spent together with little group were filled with so much laughter.  I never thought I’d shed so many tears over somebody who made me so happy.  Rick was a true gentleman with a heart of gold.

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I took this at Terry’s in January.  Rick acted bashful and said it had been years since anybody took his picture.  He asked why I wanted to capture this image and I told him that I wanted to be able to put in my scrapbook to show my Memphis friends their 805 counterparts who got me through the worst time in my life.  When he saw the picture he loved it and asked me to print a copy for his son, which I did.  In retrospect, I felt compelled to take this picture, and I am so glad I did.  That night he told us that we were amongst his best friends and he was so glad to know us.

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Montana de Oro

Rick always said that Montana de Oro was the most beautiful place on earth and he wanted to take my friend and me before I went back to Tennessee.  I’m so sorry we never got the chance to go.  Trying to focus on the positive is exceedingly difficult right now, but I cannot help but smile when I think of our gift exchange.  We’d give each other little trinkets whenever we saw each other.  Despite constant crying as I write this entry I’m laughing as I recall my last ‘swag’ from Rick:  a bottle of delicious wine from Paso Robles, a giant pink bathrobe– because it was the only article of women’s clothing available at the end of a garage sale– and he wanted to be sure he got me something, and [upon hearing me complain about my rough feet] a Ped-Egg….that formerly belonged to his sister.  God love him.

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I wholeheartedly believe that your soul leaves your body the second your heart stops beating.  His soul flew into the heavens immediately and that comforts me.  The earthly shell is no more, but nobody deserves that….

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

On top of the mountain

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With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Solitary stroll

While the others worked on their respective projects I relished the opportunity to escape for some solo time. After pausing briefly to sit on a rock and take in the view, I attempted to meditate….but couldn’t get centered. For a glorious half hour I walked alone. Surrounded by nature I felt something that resembled peace.

West = Morro Bay / Pacific Ocean
Everywhere else = Paso Robles, Templeton, & Atascadero

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With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,
Sloane

Reason #345 I hate Atascadero

The town's largest employer and primary tourist attraction.

Yesterday found me consumed the last minute preparations of JiLTED‘s mini issue so off went the TV.  It’s both ridiculous and shameful how much television I watch…but I’ll save that post for another day.  Suffice it to say I require something mindless that enables me to zone out entirely and exert zero brainpower whatsoever.  Cable marathons [Law & Order: SVU (although that's my preference I'll never deny a Law & Order), Criminal Minds, NCIS, Ghost Adventures, and especially Lockup] work wonders in my quest to get sucked into the boob tube for hours on end.

As soon as the issue was released it was time for Lockup.  I’d even left it on MSNBC so I could flick my remote and jump right into the action.  Imagine my surprise when I heard this sentence:  “Atascadero State Hospital, the large all-male maximum security for the most violent criminally insane sexual offenders….”  Come again?  It’s impossible to miss the sign for the hospital and the acreage [the buildings cannot be seen without entering the property] as you can see it from El Camino Real, the main street in Atascadero, but I was completely oblivious to the fact that it was a facility of this nature.  And here I am thinking it’s more along the lines of MMHI [Memphis Mental Health Institute].  Apparently it employs 2000+ people on over a thousand acres.

Here’s what their website has to say:  “Located on California’s Central Coast, midway between San Francisco and Los Angeles, Atascadero State Hospital (ASH) is an all-male, maximum security, forensic facility serving the entire state of California. ASH opened in 1954 and is a completely self-contained psychiatric hospital constructed within a security perimeter. ASH has a licensed capacity of 1275 beds, of which 204 are acute/psychiatric and 1071 are intermediate care. All residents at Atascadero State Hospital are male and have a mental disability and pose a threat to others or themselves. The majority are remanded for treatment by the superior courts of the counties of California or by the Department of Corrections pursuant to various sections of the California Penal Code and the Welfare and Institutions Code. Individuals are admitted from state prisons, county jails or are transferred from other state hospitals. The hospital does not accept voluntary admissions.”

While I’m sure this isn’t the most cheerful work or ‘residential’ environment, the more I read about it, the more disgusted I feel.  I’m not going to pretend to be an authority on the subject– though I definitely want to ask Brandi [she's lived in this area a long time and used to work in the medical field]– but it sounds like major reform is needed.  NPR’s article “Violence Surges At Hospital For Mentally Ill Criminals” explores some of the recent issues with this place.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane