Mercury VS Signal Pole

A Mercury Mountaineer collided head-on with the signal pole at the intersection of Route 74 (Carlisle Rd) and Emigsville Road at 2:41 PM.  The impact caused the large light signal to fall into the center of Carlisle Road and the small signal became stuck, facing the ground.

The driver, an elderly man and his wife were taken by the West York Ambulance Club to the hospital.  Carlisle Road was closed on both sides for approximately an hour.  There was no word of the couples condition.

Met-Ed is on scene and the immediate intersection may remain closed for the signal light repairs.

Signal pole always wins.

~P.

welcome said the spider to the fly

We didn’t walk into it or fight our way through it.

A beautiful work of art.

Spun to catch it’s prey.

Up all night, gone by day.

Temporary home maker, permanent bug wrecker.

Are you a spider hater?

~P.

I don’t deserve parole

I started writing Corey Hollinger during my last term at York College.  http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/03/14/life-sentence-at-16/

On August 17th I visited Corey in prison to talk to him about his life and life sentence.

That’s the question I struggle with the most.  “Why do you deserve to be paroled? The truth is, I don’t.”

Corey surprised me with that statement.  I didn’t have an expectation of what his answer would be and his honesty and sincerity caught me with my guard down.

“Tell me how you and your brother ended up in a man’s house with a gun.” I asked.  Corey let out a long, deflating breath and took me back to his life at age ten.

Corey’s family passed dysfunctional life like an Olympic sprinter.  As far back as he could remember, the household was chaotic and negative.  He recalls his mother being suicidal and often having to talk her down from taking her life.  He has vivid memories of her telling him and his little brother Tracey she couldn’t take life anymore and locking herself in the bathroom with a butter knife.  His memory of the butter knife was eye-opening.  Genuine suicide attempts usually don’t include butter knives.

He also recalls his dad swallowing an entire bottle of aspirin in his suicide attempt.  Corey called his aunt who was a nurse to come help him.  Both his parents survived the attempts but permanently scarred him and his brother.  Tracey also attempted suicide but was not successful.

The emotional trauma didn’t stop at suicide attempts.  Their mother was having an affair and one day their father told them to get in the vehicle, they were going to hunt down their mom.  Corey watched his dad load his rifle and carry it out to the truck.  As his father drove to the house where he suspected his wife to be cheating, Corey knew his father had intentions of shooting his mother and her boyfriend.  To his relief, neither was at the house and the rifle was not put to use.  He had no doubts that had they been at the house, his father would have shot them dead.

In his early teens Corey began getting in minor trouble with the law.  He felt everyone was against him and he was bitter at the hand life had dealt him.

He wanted to be emancipated from his parents who were no longer together.  He compared his plans of freedom to making a house of cards.  Every card held the next card up with invisible strings of hope.  When one card fell out of place, it pulled down the entire house to its foundation.

His plan was to be emancipated, get an apartment with his best friend Dominic who was two years older, finish high school and follow in Dominic’s steps by starting college.  His house of cards did not stand for long.  Corey’s mom decided to fight his emancipation infuriating an already angry, young man.  Next his girlfriend was grounded by her father and they were not permitted to see each other after school.

Again, he paused and said, “I don’t know why this upset me so much.  It wasn’t like we didn’t see each other in school or we couldn’t talk on the phone.  I just felt that her dad was being unfair because her punishment had nothing to do with me.  She was only grounded for a month…just a month!  Now I realize that a month is nothing in time.”

Shortly after his girlfriend’s grounding, his best friend’s father had a massive heart attack.  Dominic was leaving for three weeks to attend to his family’s needs in this time of loss.  Corey felt the only two supportive people were leaving him.

At this point Corey and Tracey had been placed in juvenile support homes.  He said not so much because they were in trouble but because they had no parent role models to ensure their care and safety.  They lived in separate homes, a rule of the housing program.  Determined to make it through this program and become emancipated, he put his best foot forward and began to excel.  Then there was a minor set-back for an infraction of the rules and he was told an additional 30 days would be added to his program.

“My card house crashed to the ground again and I felt I needed to get away.  It was a Friday and I talked Tracey into skipping school with me.  All I had in my head was I wanted to get a car and go to Potter County where my family had a cabin.  My second biggest regret in life was talking Tracey into joining me.”

Corey and Tracey started hunting for a car to steal.  Luck was not on their side as everyone seemed to be away from home.  They broke into a house but found nothing that interested them.  The second house they broke into they discovered a stash of guns.  Corey took two handguns and they left.  They saw a man in a neighboring home arrive in his station wagon and enter his home.

The decision to rob the man of his car is what truly changed their lives.  “I could have handled this stupid decision so many ways but when we went inside the house, I raised the gun and pulled the trigger.  I didn’t think I shot him at first.  He raised his hands to his chest but was still standing.  Tracey thought I missed him too and I pulled the trigger for the second time.  The man, a stranger to me, fell to the ground.  Suddenly I was over-whelmed with what I did and kept repeating, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!  Tracey grabbed the keys and yelled at me, snapping me out of it.  I followed him back out the door and he jumped in the driver’s seat of the car.”

Tracey didn’t drive more than a mile when his nerves caused him to shake uncontrollably.  He pulled over and they switched seats.  Corey decided to drive to a nearby state park to toss the guns.  There were side roads that led to pavilions for family picnics.  Each one he turned down was occupied so he gave up ditching the guns there.  He was driving on a main road of the park when they passed a state trooper.  As they crossed paths the trooper raised his hand and pointed at the car.  Corey realized they had just been made in the stolen car and decided to make an escape.

The dirt road kicked up thick dust as he drove over 110 mph to make a get-away.   He knew the roads well and made a hard turn onto a side road in hopes to officer wouldn’t be able to tell he turned.  He was correct and the officer continued straight ahead not realizing the station wagon was no longer in front of him.

Corey remembers Tracey screaming as the road with pot holes big enough to lie down in came to an end.  He slammed on the brakes but couldn’t stop the wagon.  “Trees don’t grow in perfect rows,” Corey explained, “but we somehow came to a stop between two and not head on into one.  I jumped out and started to run.  When I looked back, I saw Tracey was trapped and couldn’t get his door open.”

Corey ran through the woods and came to a barn that was half burned down.  He hid trying to catch his breath and thoughts.  A barricade was set up to contain the state park but Corey had already passed through the perimeter.  He could hear the police radios and helicopters overhead and considered just running further into the woods, abandoning the barn.

An officer on a bull horn began coaxing him to surrender.  “Corey, we have Tracey!  You are surrounded, come out with your hands in the air!”  The police were nearby, but didn’t know Corey was in the barn.  He could hear dogs barking and the officer called out, “Surrender now or the dogs will be released!”

“I didn’t want to be mauled by dogs and was scared so I decided to surrender.  I walked out of the barn and saw a young cop about 20 years-old.  He must have recently graduated from the academy and was still green.  I went towards him and he began waving me off and I realized he didn’t know who I was.  I yelled out to him ‘It’s me!’ and he waved me off again.  I yelled ‘It’s me you’re looking for!’ and I was close enough then to see the light bulb go off in his head.

“He drew his gun and told me to get on the ground.  I did as he instructed and he ran up to me putting his knee in my back.”  The officer didn’t cuff Corey immediately, instead radioing in that he had the suspect.  The muzzle of his gun was to the back of Corey’s head.  The officer was shaking so badly that Corey kept repeating, “You got me, just cuff me!”

“I really thought he might accidentally shoot me in the head from shaking so much.”  The officer put his gun back in the holster, cuffed Corey and put him in the police cruiser.  “It had to be a big deal to him to be the one who cuffed me.”

Corey and Tracey were represented by court appointed lawyers.  Their relatives did not have money to hire legal representation for them.  They pleaded guilty in hopes of a judge giving some leniency.  They were tried as adults at the ages of 14 and 16.  Tracey served his years and was paroled.  Corey was sentenced to life with no chance of parole.

Twenty-five years after his taking a life, the Supreme Court has ruled sentencing a juvenile to life in prison with no chance of parole as cruel and unusual punishment.  Corey heard the ruling on the radio inside his cell and began to cry, thanking Jesus for the possibility of his release.  His paper work has been filed and he is anxiously waiting to hear from him newly appointed lawyer.  I asked what the process is for seeking parole and he wasn’t sure how it works.  “It’s all new.  To the lawyers, judges and prisoners sentenced as youth.  My hope is they will set guidelines to decide when someone is eligible.  For example, many of us think they will make the law that a mandatory 25 years must be served before eligibility is considered.  If that’s the case, I hope my lawyer and the district attorney can come to a decision that have my time is served and I won’t have to go before a judge.”

“Is that even possible?” I asked.  He replied, “Anything is possible.  I haven’t been in any trouble in years and I have a great track record with my job of teaching inmates to prepare them for taking their GED.  I haven’t been involved in drugs since the 90’s and only been in the hole twice that I deserved.”

His first stint in the hole was for jumping his new cellmate as soon as he returned from the gym.  Before leaving for the gym, he told Corey he was going to rape him when he got back.  Corey knew the man was in prison for raping two women and didn’t doubt him acting on his word.  “I was still a teenager and scared to death of being raped by this man.  As soon as he entered our cell I jumped him knowing I would be removed as his cellmate.  The guards pressured me for a reason why I did this and I wouldn’t answer with anything other than “just send me to the hole to serve my time.”  I didn’t need to tell them why and they knew I wasn’t going to tell them.  Ratting on someone is much more dangerous than just serving time in the hole.  I was sentenced to 30 days for fighting instead of the mandatory 90 days.  My other deserved stint was for drugs which I’ve long quit.  All other trips were bogus but I went without causing myself even bigger problems.”

Other than the brown jumpsuit that all the prisoners must wear when having a visitor, Corey doesn’t look the part.  At 41 years in age, he is in excellent physical shape, well-spoken and clearly intelligent.  He offers no excuses for his actions as a teen other than stupidity in thinking the world owed him.  He knows now what he didn’t as a child.  No one owed him anything and you get out of life what you put into it.

He believes prison has changed him for the better and that is a rare occurrence.  Most prisoners fall deeper into the cycle of anger and resentment during their sentence.  Corey has become more positive and closer to God because of his life sentence.  “When men whine during class about how it sucks being here and having to do school work I tell them they are here for a reason and I don’t want to hear their whining.”

This is an opportunity to improve their life before being released and they should be grateful.  Sometimes they listen to Corey as he has been locked up much longer then they have, with others it falls on deaf ears.  There isn’t a day that goes by that Corey doesn’t think of his biggest regret, taking a man’s life for his car.  He can’t justify his actions in any way and knows the hurt he brought to the victim’s family and his own family as well.  All this pain and sadness is what makes answering the key question of the parole board so difficult.  It is Corey’s honest answer of not deserving parole that makes me believe he is truly deserving of a second chance after serving 25 years of his life behind bars.  He admitted his guilt at 16 and knows he is still guilty of his crime.  He has prayed for forgiveness and has faith that someday God will see fit to remove him from prison so he can attend ministerial college and share the glory of God’s word, the same words that saved his life and keeps him honest with himself.

~P.

Friday Night Fights in York, PA

The big news was Beeper lost.  Not fighting for 19 months and the strain of trouble with the law and domestic problems may have given fighter Ramesis Gil the edge he needed to take the win against Beeper.

Before the decision was announced, the faces were grim around the boxing ring.  I had watched the fight closely and was “pretty sure” my friend Beeper was going to have his first loss.  Everyone wanted our hometown boxer to remain undefeated but it just wasn’t in the cards.  Beeper and Gil gave a great match and perhaps if Beeper had been feeling better it would have gone in his favor.  The fact is, eventually, every boxer does suffer a loss.

I spoke to him after the fight, impressed that he remembered me from my days of training at Lincolnway Sports Center with Julio Alvarez.  He was just a kid of about 15 then but I was the only female at the time.  I had just started boxing at 29 for exercise and now he is 29 and thinking about possibly retiring his gloves.

I told him it was a good fight and the usual shit you say to someone who lost.  He seemed to be taking the loss rather well and deep down, probably knew before the decision was made that he had not taken the purse.  His beautiful girlfriend was by his side which gives me hope that things are improving in his personal life.

The amateur and professional matches prior to Beeper’s match are note-worthy.   Stand-outs from Lincolnway were Chase McGowan, Benjamin Carter and Koedee Gordon, all taking the win in the ring.  From Harrisburg Boxing Gym was Terrance Williams and Josh Bowles and Baltimore Boxing Club’s Stephon Morris.

After the matches I spoke to Julio’s wife, Sheri and told her they need to promote the fights more on Facebook.  Had I not read in the York Daily Record about Beeper’s warrant, I wouldn’t have known there were fights scheduled at the Valencia.  She agreed and while the crowd at the ballroom was large, it was far from sold out.

Enjoy my photos and videos from Battle of York VI.  I look forward to the next.  The link at the end of this post is The York Daily Records column on the fights.

 

http://www.youtube.com/my_videos  <~~~~Click here to go to my YouTube channel for videos of the fights!!

I hope I got the fighters names right.  There were no match cards to easily keep track.

Great night at the fights in York, PA  ~P.

Local boxer Carney “Beeper” Bowman suffers first professional loss – The York Daily Record.

Lost Touch

Just a passing fancy

Surprised to feel a thing

Give me the giggles

Tuck me under your wing

A look

A touch

Means so much

Enemy or friend

Where have you been?

Rest in peace, Cookie

Today, in 1986, a friend of mine named Betty Jean “Cookie” Hollis was found dead at a pavilion in a local park. Her clothes were on inside out, she showed signs of rape and was strangled. The night before, my mother’s boyfriend’s cousin showed up at our door at 12:45 AM in a state of panic, his clothes were inside out, and he asked to talk to my mom’s boyfriend. Of course, he was sleeping on the sofa recovering from a party that night that involved grain alcohol, PCP, marijuana and cocaine that took place in my mother’s home where I lived. I told him that my mother’s boyfriend was sleeping. He asked me to tell him once he got up in the morning that he had been to visit. When Cookie was found, I knew that the visit was somehow involved. Against my mother’s advice not to be “a snitch” or a “narc”, I went to the police station and told them what had happened that night when he showed up at the door.

Two weeks later he was arrested for murder and rape, but he got out on bail. For the next two months, until he was convicted in September of 1987, he constantly threatened to kill me and often banged on windows and the air conditioner asking me to open the door and talk to him. I called the police every single time it happened. I testified in court about what time he came to the door, what he was wearing, and answered a stupid question from the defense lawyer. After he was convicted and sentenced to 25-45 years in prison, he called me through my mother’s boyfriend and told me that he was going to kill me at soon as he got out. I have never forgotten that. All my life I made sure to have private unlisted phone numbers.

Now that we have technology and for a price anyone, I MEAN ANYONE, can get my address, phone number, credit report, background check, and other personal information on the internet. On this day, every year, I take a moment to remember Cookie and to remain vigilant that one day I may get a very unpleasant knock on my door. There is nothing I can do to keep my address and personal information out of the hands of people who shouldn’t have it. Think about that the next time privacy laws get shelved or are not voted on by your representative in the House and Senate. I do every single day. Rest in peace, Cookie, you are not forgotten.

By Michele Kalis

Vast international child-porn network uncovered

Vast international child-porn network uncovered – The York Daily Record.

This is the most disturbing news article I have ever read.

These vile men deserve an immediate death sentence.

~P.

Playing with fire

The flame doesn’t burn bright.

More like a flicker, spit and sputter of a wet wick.

It had in the past…bright, hot and passionate.

That fire burned fast and uncontrolled, letting a heap of ash.

I brush myself off.  Hold my head high.  Burned, but not burned out.

Lancaster pastor ‘terrorized’ kids

 

DA: Lancaster pastor ‘terrorized’ kids – The York Daily Record.

I’m not sure what to think about this Lancaster pastor.  Good intentions gone wrong would sum it up.

I understand what their goal was: to educate and bring awareness to what could happen on a missionary trip in a foreign country.

I’ve been on a missionary trip with a huge group of teenagers.  We traveled as a group and rarely separated into groups of less than three.  This was for our own protection.

(As a side note I will add that after our flight to California we went to eat at a fast food restaurant.  When I came out of the restroom, I realized our entire missionary group had left in the two rented vans.  Thank God it was me who was left behind because I don’t know how a teenager would have reacted.  No one told us what hotel we were staying at and it took quite some time for me to even find our group and have them come back for me.  Poor planning…everyone should have know what hotel we were staying at before continuing on to Mexico.)

Foreign countries are unpredictable.  What this pastor staged has the real possibility of happening on a missionary trip.  It takes faith in God to leave your home and enter foreign territory to spread His word.

What this Assembly of God  Church should have done was inform the parents and youth what was going to happen.  Even knowing it is staged would still get the point across.  After the staged kidnapping, a discussion on how to react to capture should have taken place.

In my humble opinion, no teenagers should be taken to a hostile country for missionary purposes.  Adult missionaries risk their lives to spread God’s word and understand the risks they are taking.

Teenagers believe they are indestructible.

~P.

 

 

 

Confessions of a Bully

I love writing on my blog.  It’s a place share my thoughts, publish what I write in my college classes, bitch about my endless divorce, make new friends….the list goes on and on.

I’ve recently been called a bully by some readers and by another blog writer.  I don’t see myself as a bully, but I know bullies never think they are bullies.  So perhaps, I am a bully.

JUST KIDDING!

I’m many things, but not a bully.

1.  mommy

2.  girlfriend

3. wife (ready to lose that title)

4. pet owner

5. stop reading this stupid shit.

Hells yeah, I can be a bully.  Now if someone gets in my face, I’ll give it right back.

I was bullied in school but didn’t have the backbone to stand up for myself.

I was bullied by my father but was respectful as a child and held my tongue.  (That is out the window now)

I was bullied by my husband and actually began to think maybe I was a bad person, a shitty mother, a terrible wife, lazy, stupid….

My advice is not to mess with me, my kids, my family, my friends, my boyfriend or my dog.  That will automatically bring out the bully in me.

Yes, I learned how to box, but I don’t depend on those skills to get me through life.  I depend on my witty sarcasm and thick skin.  Name calling is silly but if I’m going to be called anything, it’s not Bully.

Scintillating Damsel has a nice ring to it.

~P.