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Originally Posted by Sable99

Finally, someone with reason! Thankfully, I fall into the first category. I retired from a great job to move 500 miles back home to help Mom with my ailing father. Dad's gone now but Mom is almost 93 and is requiring more and more assistance every day. I would be in my home in The Villages if it weren't for my Mom. She likes The Villages but she loves being near her friends, family, church and the four seasons in Michigan more!

That's a good daughter. My own predicament could fill a 500 page book easily. Enough people on TOTV and here in the Villages and elsewhere know about it so I need not bore you with the details. They are on TOTV in various places.

I have met a number of adult sons and daughters who live here in the Villages. It is hard to overgeneralize about these as each situation is a little and sometimes quite a lot different from the next one.

My late younger brother was here in the Villages for about a year and a half. He was a great computer programmer for annuity computations for banks and insurance companies but also had a very tragic addiction to vodka. He have a great job but something would drive him to drink at some point and he would then lose it. This cycle lasted up to his death in December of 2014 due basically to alcohol poisoning. My parents had thrown him out of the house here in the Villages when he was lying about his using alcohol again despite his attending many AA meetings each day near and around the Villages. He picked himself up again got a very good job with a bank but was soon again drinking and unemployed.

My sister-in-law's brother stayed with my brother and sister-in-law for years until his paranoid schizophrenia got the better of him and he started carrying around semi-automatic weapons and became obsessed with them. My brother told him he did not want weapons like that in his house. So he was thrown out. Except he still had the weapons and a good part of his late father's inheritance. That all ended around October 2014 with his suicide and the police investigation into some very strange writings which finally showed that he was a paranoid schizophrenic but he had been smart enough to not say anything that would be grounds to get him committed and stay in a mental health facility or just get treatment. He had thought my sister-in-law was an alien (I mean like from some planet) but that was not enough under VA law to get him treatment.

Then there's me which is a very complicated matter. It involves my fight dating from 1991 when I had been the cataloger of all the computer files on WESTLAW for a national project connected with the U of MN Law Library and the SUNY at Buffalo Law Library where a cataloger was doing all the LEXIS computer files. I had thought that this status gave me the perfect platform to fight for access to practical information for survivors/victims of crimes based on my own experiences with the Michelle Mitchell 2-24-1976 murder investigation, publicity, trial, publicity, appeals, publicity, etc. in Reno, Nevada. She had been the daughter of my remedial English teacher Mrs. Barbara Mitchell at Earl Wooster High School and the Mitchell family had given me a small scholarship in Michelle Mitchell's name for the 1976-1977 Academic Year. I shared this small Scholarship with late fellow student John Picollo. 2-24 is also my birthday and I got four degrees to gain some credibility about my interest in survivors/victims rights and access to practical information. And I worked for prisoners' rights from the Summer of 1987 through around late April of 1989. I could be objective. But as soon as I tried to challenge the powers that be in 1991 in the Law Librarianship profession using my status as the WESTLAW cataloger I was blacklisted by the very same law librarians and their considerable network from the Law Librarianship profession. Back to my parents' house then in Northern CA I went but not before writing every one in the Summer and Fall of 1991 who I thought might help me fight these powerful bullies. And there were movie trailers at the Red Lion Inn a mere 300 feet from this Northern CA house often and I had a cocker spaniel named Amber who would often needed a walk and to meet new people. Where God shuts one door he often leaves another one wide open. We did have to be careful about not stepping in all the duck and goose poop around the golf course hole that was between the Red Lion Inn and our Fairway Drive house.

What really ****ed me off was the tactic of challenging my mental health rather than the merits of the matter I was addressing about the practical materials for survivors/victims of crimes. That was the approach of the U of MN Law School and Library to my forcing the issue. Which is extremely bad logic but is also a very effective favorite tactic of the SOVIET and other totalitarian regimes. It turns you against yourself as well as erodes family relationships quite badly.

The Michelle Mitchell 2-24-1976 murder got even more complicated around 2014 after a DNA test on a cigarette picked up at the crime scene near the University of Nevada, Reno (where I got two BAs and often drove past the murder house). This test revealed that they had probably convicted (twice) the wrong person Cathy Woods for the Michelle Mitchell murder and the DNA pointed to someone associated with the San Mateo Slasher or Gypsy Hill murders. A guy originally from Michigan named Rodney Halbower. Cops Framed Schizophrenic Woman as Killer Lesbian, Sending Her to Prison for 35 Years - The Daily Beast

I had shared many of these problems with a woman interviewer/researcher when I was subject #613 at the University of California, San Francisco Health Sciences Campus in late 1992-1993. This was a study on stress on the unemployed conducted by the UCSF Health Sciences Campus. This interviewer/researcher waited until the end of the study in mid March of 1993 to tell me that I had a very good cause. So, of course, I sent them a bunch of documents to back up my story. Which I have also done for a number of other groups/people/associations that have expressed interest or been helpful or out of necessity like with the Pinellas County Sheriff's Office Criminal Intelligence around September 18, 2002. That's a very complicated matter though. I did walk into their Pinellas Park headquarters and walked right back out after talking to a Detective for about 5 minutes after I handed him about 106 documents to look over.

Our family dog Amber on Fairway Drive in Rohnert Park, CA in her fort.