This week the Supreme’s ruled that the majority can’t deny basic legal rights to a minority. Wow. The bullies got slapped down. Too little too late for me and Lynn since we’re past our fiftieth birthday and pretty well handicapped by ancient motorcycle injuries. So I’m reviving something I wrote last winter about a brazen theft that is considered alright by the thieves because Lynn and I are less than human in their eyes.
During the summer of 2011 Lynn’s beloved 1970 Dodge Challenger RT Convertible was stolen from him by Paul and Matt Doolittle because Lynn owed Paul $15,000 even though I handed Paul $5,000 towards that debt and said I could come up with the rest shortly.
When you, your son Matt, Jerry Sterling and Curt Smith, Lynn and I sat in the minister’s office at UUCM for yet another of your meetings I didn’t expect what unfolded. I thought you were gong to spring yet another plan on how you were going to help us get our lives on the right track. At no time did I expect the shout-fest that ensued as you and your support group began badgering Lynn to sign a bill of sale for his beloved Challenger. At the end it was your promise to Lynn that he’d never see his car again that forced Lynn’s hand to sign that damned bill of sale that you keep trotting out as proof that everything is above board. But Lynn didn’t take the money did he. No money no sale at that time and Mike Mancini already had possession of Lynn’s Challenger thanks to you and Matt. Or should I say Matt? I heard Jerry talking to his wife Dianah about what Matt had done when Jerry didn’t think I was around. I heard Jerry tell Dianah about that time that “Matt had told Michael Mancini that it was o-kay to take the car and now you and Paul were going top have to get Lynn to sign a bill of sale or Matt would go to jail.” You guys knew at the time what you were doing was wrong yet to this very day Jerry scream in my face that “Paul needed the money!” Well what about us! You guys took everything we had because “Paul needed the money” and left us with nothing. And yet you hold your head high, a pillar of the community. Bah!