Giving nicknames was part of my safety mechanism where I'd always
joke about everything. I've never taken anything seriously or
with a straight face. In the jail that was my saving grace. Every
day the officers and I would engage in buffoonery in order to
take the pressure off us.
The sheriff offered me a lifetime contract with the jail, provided
I wanted the job and my health permitted it. I worked there, but
at the 30 year point, a superior said, "You've been there
a long time. How come you never asked for a change of assignments?"
I said, "Well, no one's ever asked me to change assignments!"
Then he asked me, "Did you ever think of moving?" "No,"
I said.
At my 50th in 1999 I went over to New Orleans at the insistence
of my stepbrother. I said, "Yes, I would do it all over again.
But I would cut off my years working the jail at about twenty,
twenty five years instead of thirty one and a half. People ask
me why I keep the thirty one and a half. Because for ten and a
half years I was the only Catholic chaplain in the place. That's
why."
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