Month: November 2004


  • House in King William District in San Antonio, TX        Photo by Chris Duffy


    Here's another house in the King William District in San Antonio, TX.  I liked the way the morning light was playing in the grass. 


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    Well, I'm home again.  This was a whirl wind week end. We got up at 5:30 Saturday morning in order to get to the airport to make our flight to Orlando.  Mike had his board meeting at 3PM and then we were off for the former chairman's dinner.  Beer battered coconut shrimp . . . delicous!  Then another meeting Sunday afternoon and then the Chairman's dinner Sunday evening.  Steak and sea bass. . . very tasty!  Then up at 4:30 this morning (3:30 Dallas time) to catch a flight back to Dallas so I could get to work.  I think tonight I'll do one of those "go home from work and go directly to bed" routines. 


  • Alice crossing creek in Wild Basin State Park in Texas hill country


    I don't normally try to make a "watercolor painting" of a picture with a person in it, but I thought this one might work since it's from the side and the face isn't showing very much.  For some strange reason, faces don't turn out well with this process.  


    This was the same state park, or natural area that the last post was from.  Looks very different doesn't it!  The trail kept taking us beside and occasionally across this creek.  Pretty good hiking for two 60 year old ladies, wouldn't you think. Anyway we sure had fun.   

  • I've been rather under the weather for the past several days, but I'm feeling a lot better now.  I got up Monday morning with the sneaking feeling that things just weren't tip top, and by Monday after work I was in the CARENOW clinic being diagnosed with broncitis.  I picked up the doctor's perscription and went straight home and to bed.  Although I have not missed any work this week, I wasn't a star performer either.  Each night I'd come straight home and have my bowl of chicken noodle soup and go to bed. 


    I'm glad I'm feeling better because we have to go out of town this week end and I sure do hate to travel when I'm not feeling good. 


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    I'm not really sure what it was about the pile of sun bleached dead logs in the picture on the left that made me think it was worth the shot . . . probably it was those two yellow flowers poking their pretty faces out even though they were in a dumping ground of fallen timbers. 


    Maybe that's should be a reminder of how we all should SHINE where ever we find ourselves planted. 


  • Butterfly at Wild Seed Farm in Fredericksburg, TX      Photo & enhancement by Chris Duffy


    Well, I don't know about all of the rest of you, but I'm really glad this election is finally over and that President Bush has won another term. I can't remember a meaner, nastier and more vicious presidential campaign.  Will they ever be civil again? 


    On to a more pleasant subject.  You know, it's getting close to Candy Days time and this year my daughter-in-law is going to join us.  I'm so excited about that.  It'll give her a chance to get better acquainted with Alice and mom and them with her.  I tried to talk Mike into driving to San Antonio for that week end, so he could spend it with our son rather than being under foot here, but he hasn't gone for that idea yet.  We'll be so busy making chocolate candy that he'll be on his own and virtually ignored . . . poor baby.  


    This year we MUST be sure to read our post mortem from last year BEFORE we start making the candy.  We'll no doubt "document" the week end with pictures and Xanga posts.  Candy Days will take place Dec 3rd, 4th and 5th this year.  But I'm getting ahead of myself . . . we still have Thanksgiving to go, before we get to Candy Days.

  • I've been serving on Jury Duty for the last two days, and that has been quite an experience.  First of all, I really did think I would get stricken from the jury pool, because I honestly answered the defense attorney's question as to whether or not I would hold it against the defendent if he didn't get in the witness box and say, "I didn't do it".  I figure if you're not willing to get on the witness stand and say you didn't do it when the next 10 years of your life may be in the balance then you must have something to hide.  However, I didn't get stricken and ended up as one of the 12 jurors. 


    This was a case of indecency with a child (not molesting a child, but indecency with a child), and I was ready and willing to send the guy to prison for it. Actually, all 12 of us were just "itching" to send him away.  The lawyers and the judge spent quite a bit of time with us before the trial even started explaining the laws to us. First and foremost, that a person is presumed innocent unless they are PROVEN guilty. . . beyond a resonable doubt.  We couldn't just think that he probably did it, we had to be convinced beyond a resonable doubt.  And secondly, the judge made it quite clear to us all that you COULD NOT . . MUST NOT . . . hold it against the defendant if they chose not to testify on their own behalf.   


    Well, the 14 year old victim was very uncertain on details like dates, times, distances and counterdicted herself on several occasions.  She also was very vague as to exactly what the guy had done to be brought up on the charges.  The second witness for the prosecution had not even witnessed the event, but was rather there to point out logistics as to where this and that were located.  She also got very confused on the stand and contradicted herself and even at one point turned to the jury and said "I'm so confused".  Then the other person, the girl's aunt, who had also witnessed the event, and could have corroberated the girl's story, didn't show up, although the jury was not told that she was supposed to be there nor that she had not shown.  We were left to wonder why in the heck the prosecution had not called HER to the witness stand.   In the end, we 12 jurors . . . ALL 12 of us, concluded that the state had come no where near proving their case, and it just wasn't fair to send a man to prison for 10 years for something he maybe, might have done, or for something that a child had misinterpreted as intentional.  We still had questions though, so we sent a written note to the judge asking why the aunt wasn't called to the stand.  He sent back a note saying that we had all the evidence and we should make our determination based on the evidence we had . So after another half hour of deliberation we gave a verdict of not guilty. 


    After the verdict was read in the court room, the judge said that if anyone had any questions he would be available after court to answer those questions. Eight of the jurors stayed to talk to him, but he didn't know the answers to our questions.  He said that basically the judge is there as an "umpire".  He didn't know why the aunt wasn't called. He didn't know who the 3rd witness was that was sworn in, but who wasn't called. He didn't even know if the guy had ever been up on similar charges before.  (That was a shocker to us all, because we thought the judge knew everything the lawyers did).   He did, however, suggest that if we really wanted to know the answers to ask the prosecution lawyers, so we all head out for their offices, but bumped into them in the hall.  When we said we had questions they both came back into the jury deliberation room to answer them. 


    The aunt had been subpoenaed but had never shown up.  She lives 3 hours away and does not have a phone. The other lady that was sworn in but who never testified, was not even a witness to the event. She was the victim's sister and had somehow inadvertantly gotten herded in with the other two witnesses when the bailiff had gone out into the hallway and asked that the witnesses come in to be sworn in.  BIZARRE.


    And lastly, when we asked if this was the guy's first arrest for this type offence, the prosecutors told us that he had 3 other priors . . . one of which he'd spent 6 months in jail for and two were dismissed due to lack of evidence.  Why, in heaven's name, we asked, had they not told us about his priors . . . we would have convicted him in a minute.  He informed us that it is illegal for them to mention priors UNLESS the defendant accidentally lets something slip while on the stand . . . then, once the can of worms is opened the prosecution can use it all . . . hence the reason for him not taking the stand in his own defense. 


    I feel really bad about this.  I feel used and betrayed.  I feel like we've failed society.  What's wrong with the system when the prosecution CANNOT tell the jury about a child preditor's prior history?  I doubt very seriously that this man will change his behavior, and we can ONLY hope that the next time he does something like this the police/prosecution can build a more solid case and be better prepared in the court room. 


    My heart goes out to the young girl and her family.  I apologize.  We let you down.