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Why don’t people leave their meth at home before they go shoplifting?

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Among the mysteries of life – Why are the most enjoyable things so bad for you? Magnets? How do they work? – one that has long left me hanging is why people go shoplifting when they are holding meth/heroin.

The typical charge for shoplifting – or stealing goods or services less than $750 – is third-degree theft, a misdemeanor. It’s like the iceberg lettuce of the criminal justice world.

On the other hand, the charge for possession of heroin or meth is a felony. And felonies have all sorts of implications, including jail, where it is difficult to score hard drugs.

A potential answer seems intuitive, though: when you are a drug addict, you need money to buy drugs and one way of doing that is by shoplifting. Even the best might make a mental error now and again.

One statistic found that shoplifters are caught 1 in 48 times they steal, and are turned over the police about half the time. Murphy’s Law dictates that the one time you get caught, and the cops get called, it’s you and your daughter at the Winco and you are holding  some meth.

It also seems intuitive, though, to do your best to stash your smack before going shoplifting.

The weekend’s crop of in-custody charges provides two more examples:

In one, a 30-year-old man allegedly tried to steal four bottles of wine from the East Bremerton Safeway on Saturday and got caught. But then a Kitsap Sheriff’s deputy found a little baggie of suspected meth in the suspect’s pocket.

“How did that get in there?” the man asked the deputy. Unfortunately, the suspect passed up the opportunity to use the much-celebrated “These aren’t my pants” defense. When the deputy asked what was in the baggie the suspect admitted it was meth.

In the other, also on Saturday, a 33-year-old woman got busted for trying to steal $76 worth of stuff from the Wheaton Way Goodwill. You might be surprised how often people try to steal from Goodwill.

In any event, the police officer found some heroin in her bag – a bag which she said her friend handed to her on the way into the store.

The subject has drawn some interest from the academy. The good people at Rutgers University looked into it, sort of, and here is what they found:

“We conclude that gender and agency is played out in this urban environment through crime selection and underlying rationales.”

So there you go. Just like magnets, we may never understand.

Teacher on leave returns to JeffCo classroom after threatening to kill administrator

A Port Townsend High School teacher placed on leave in February after a mental health incident at school was arrested Friday after returning to his former classroom during fourth period and startled his former students.

The teacher, 52, was booked into the Jefferson County Jail for investigation of second-degree burglary and felony harassment, according to a statement from the Port Townsend Police Department.

The unauthorized visit to the school followed a contentious meeting with administrators at a local restaurant, where the teacher allegedly threatened to kill a school administrator.

Hours after the meeting the teacher went to the school. He had a folding knife on his personal, but did not threaten anyone with it and placed it on a desk when confronted by police.

Students were escorted out of the classroom during the incident and were offered counseling and encouraged to call their parents, according to a statement from the school. Counselors may be available next week as well.

“No staff or students were injured, though some reported they were alarmed by Miller’s behavior and swearing,” the statement said. In the classroom, with students and the substitute teacher present, the teacher “began removing personal items from the wall, appeared to be talking on his cellular phone, described personal details of his life to students and started asking the teenagers if anyone had been talking about him since he was placed on leave.”

Police had previously been called to the teacher’s classroom, on Feb. 4, when he was reported to be suffering from a mental health condition. He was removed from campus, put in contact with mental health treatment resources and informed he was prohibited from returning to campus.

At the meeting the preceding Friday’s incident, a plain clothes police officer was seated in another part of the restaurant to “keep the peace” and was told of the threat against the administrator after the teacher had left.

Kitsap Sheriff’s Office tries cheeky approach on social media

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The Kitsap Sheriff’s Office’s efforts to engage with residents over social media are picking up, and yesterday it premiered a cheeky approach on Facebook to getting attention for wanted suspects.

At this point tentatively dubbed “warrant Wednesday,” and loosely inspired by Bremerton Police Chief Steve Strachan’s weekly newsletter, the posts give a first-person account of some of the person’s crimes.

Deputy Scott Wilson, the author of the posts and one of three of the office’s social media managers, said the posts have received incredible attention, with 51,000 views.

“Yesterday was putting our toe in the water,” Wilson said. “Jees, it took off like crazy.”

“Whoa is right,” Wilson said, who acknowledged they are a departure from the office’s typically “vanilla” posts.

It’s not something the office wants to do too much of, however, Wilson said. At some point, if overdone, the posts would lose their punch and would become Internet noise.

They have also generated criticism, with a commenter on one post weighing in that it is belittling and unprofessional.

Wilson, who serves as the office’s spokesman, acknowledged that feedback.

“Some took offense,” he said. “Well, OK, I understand. We’re just trying to be tongue in cheek.”

Despite the speed at which information moves in the social media era, Wilson noted that as a post on one warrant suspect was being prepared, deputies were closing in and took the suspect into custody.

The office plans to use its Facebook page for education, everyday community outreach and highlighting personnel changes and milestones. Its Twitter feed, Wilson said, will be used for public safety updates and immediate issues the office wants to communicate to the public.

Sailors believed cocaine would clear their systems before Navy could drug test them

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As somebody who regularly reads felony filings from Kitsap prosecutors, I was a little puzzled by the interest in a recent bust of suspected cocaine dealers, as cops and prosecutors routinely bust drug dealers and users. By “routine” I mean “almost every single day.”

(Possession of pretty much any drug other than pot – which is legal in the state – is a felony.)

It’s interesting that it appeared the sellers had a strong customer base on-base, shall we say, but mostly it struck me as unusual that the drug was cocaine. There isn’t a lot of cocaine coming to the attention of law enforcement in Kitsap. A little bit of crack now and again — and apparently there is plenty of crack in Seattle and Tacoma — but powder cocaine is more expensive, and less powerful, than meth, a drug for which Kitsap does have a considerable appetite (Meth and heroin, then prescription pills, are what I’ve seen the most of reading felony filings). If I could find on kitsapsun.com a relatively recent story I wrote about Kitsap’s tastes in hard drugs I would link to it here.

(Here is a link to that story)

If I had to bet, however, I would assume there is plenty of coke in the more affluent areas of Kitsap and among certain groups, like the fish swimming through Kitsap waters. However, a coke habit may not be as crippling as other hard drug addictions, so maybe there are more casual users who otherwise keep their affairs in order. They aren’t out there stripping copper wiring from construction sites and jacking baby formula from the Wheaton Way Wal-Mart, so maybe they fly under the radar.

But what I found most interesting was this passage in the probable cause statement, as written by an investigator with the Sheriff’s Office:

“I learned the common belief by the sailors is that users can ingest the Cocaine over the weekend and have the Cocaine clear of their system come Monday morning – if a urinalysis is conducted by the Navy.”

It was, in fact, a urine test that brought the drug use to the attention of the Navy, which then set into motion the bust. So, apparently that calculation was incorrect.

Or maybe it wasn’t.

Marijuana, which sailors are forbidden from using, lingers in a person’s body and for heavy users can be detected for up to a month. At least that’s the common understanding, although it might not be totally accurate these days.

But as for “drugs of abuse,” pot really is the in-law who won’t leave. Almost all other drugs clear out of a person’s system in a matter of days, especially for the casual user.

Cocaine and its metabolites are detectable for up to five days, according to the Mayo Clinic, so depending on the Navy’s drug testing regimen, how often they test, how “random” it is, and an individual’s metabolism, chances are a person could get away with it.

At least, as we have seen, they can get away with it for a while.

Solved: The mystery of the missing trampoline

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An uproar on a local Facebook page over a trampoline that went missing last week resulted in the trampoline being tracked down when the alleged thief caught wind of the hubbub and called deputies to say he took it, but he did so because he thought it was scrap metal and was being discarded.

Interest in the theft of the trampoline, which had been disassembled and left in a yard of a house that was being vacated, started Sunday when a neighbor of the residence posted surveillance images of the man’s truck to the Port Orchard Facebook page.

The post amounted to a South Kitsap all points bulletin, and the comments section filled with people claiming they knew the truck’s past owners, real time reports of its location but also that the Kitsap Sheriff’s Office was not responding promptly or taking the missing trampoline seriously.

One person wrote that because of cases like this they feel they are being forced to take the law into their own hands.

“When we do we are the wrong doers and the ones who get Arrested. Oh Well, I will protect my Family and Property at all costs. You cannot count on the Police.”

The Facebook furor eventually came to the attention of the suspect.

“He then realized he had taken the wrong trampoline,” a deputy wrote. The man called the Sheriff’s Office Monday morning and said he had the trampoline and would return it.

The suspect told the deputy that after picking up the disassembled trampoline on Thursday, he stopped by a nearby duplex that was under construction and was given a used baseboard heater. Deputies confirmed that he had permission to take that scrap metal.

At the request of the owner of the trampoline, a report was forwarded to prosecutors for review for possible charges of third-degree theft.

 

If a suspect confesses, why do they plead ‘not guilty?’

chon-day-we-find-the-defendant-guilty-as-charged-by-the-media-new-yorker-cartoonIf a person confesses to a crime, why do they plead not guilty in court?

It’s a common question and came up last week when Hap Jackson’s 21-year-old grandson confessed, multiple times, to stabbing his 90-year-old grandfather at his Rocky Point home.

Between detailed admissions to investigators, and to the 911 operator he called, plus deputies finding a bloody knife in the kitchen sink, where Willie Jackson said he left it, plus statements Willie Jackson made online immediately following his grandfather’s death, it’s reasonable to think that he did it.

But when he got into court, he pleaded not guilty. What gives?

First thing to understand, said Bremerton defense attorney Tom Weaver, is the difference between “innocent” and “not guilty.”

Not guilty can mean innocent – as people are presumed innocent until found guilty – but in essence, pleading not guilty sets into motion the process where attorneys can review the case. Otherwise, once a plea is accepted, the next step is sentencing.

Defendants may be suffering some sort of mental illness, Weaver said, and that has to checked out. They may have been compelled to make the incriminating statements. There are the rare cases where police simply make up a confession. Then there are cases when people make false confessions.

When a defendant enters their plea — the hearing where this is done is called an arraignment — often defense attorneys only have the charging document — called a probable cause statement — which is sort of an outline of the case against a defendant. Prosecutors ultimately have to turn over all the evidence gathered by investigators, a process called discovery, but that can involve a lot of information, interview transcripts, medical documents, reports, etc.

“Pleading not guilty allows the time to do those things,” Weaver said.

In fact, it’s not unusual for a judge to enter a not guilty plea on behalf of a defendant, or in some cases, simply decline to accept a guilty plea at arraignment.

x2xdOe8When it comes to serious cases, like murder, it would be extremely rare for a judge to accept a guilty plea at an early appearance.

“Legally, you have the right to plead guilty at arraignment,” said Chief Deputy Prosecutor Chad Enright. “But it is a qualified right.”

In cases where a person is charged with aggravated first-degree murder, state law prevents them from pleading guilty for 30 days after arraignment, Weaver said.

The judge – whose job is to protect a defendant’s rights, lest the case be returned to their courtroom on appeal – has to make an independent determination that the plea is voluntary. They also have to make sure that a defendant understands the nature of the charges, possible consequences and that they are giving up their right to a trial and to appeal. Enright said at arraignment there usually hasn’t been enough time to accomplish all that.

In some cases, for low level offenses, a judge may accept the plea. And in others, where a defense attorney is thinking strategically and advises his or her client to plead to a lower degree of a crime to ensure prosecutors won’t get the chance to ratchet it up, Enright said a judge may accept a guilty plea. However, it’s likely the defense attorney would need to go through the checklist, telling the judge that the defendant had been properly informed and the attorney had a complete understanding of the investigation and was able to competently advise the defendant.

“I can’t recall seeing that happen, but hypothetically I can think of a circumstance like that,” Enright said.

To illustrate how entering a not guilty plea can be a formality, Weaver related an anecdote from his time as an intern for the Washington D.C. public defender’s office. A shoplifting suspect was brought in front of a judge for a very brief arraignment, the legal system’s equivalent of speed dating. The defendant explained to the judge that she was a tourist, she had shoplifted and she lived in Minnesota. It would be extremely expensive to travel back and forth and she just wanted to plead guilty, take her lumps and get on with her life.

When the defendant stopped talking the judge looked past her and asked, “Whose case is this?”

A lawyer in the background piped up: “I’m sorry, your honor, we plead not guilty.”

Local prosecutors support death penalty referendum

Local elected prosecutors are backing a proposal to ask voters if they want to reaffirm or toss the state’s rarely used death penalty.

Tina Robinson, in Kitsap, and Michael Dorcy, in Mason County, both say they are in favor of the death penalty, but are also supportive of the proposal from the Washington Association of Prosecuting Attorneys.

Robinson said she has concerns about how the death penalty is carried out, the length of time it takes to carry out the sentence and the effect that has on families.

“We want to hear from the citizens of Washington,” Robinson said.

Robinson has considered pursuing the death penalty once during her term – she took office in January – for the case of Geraldo DeJesus, accused of killing his ex-girlfriend and her roommate’s toddler in March. After consulting with family members and survivors, Robinson opted not to pursue it (DeJesus has pleaded not guilty is currently scheduled for trial Feb. 8, 2016).

Dorcy got closer in the case of Charles Longshore, convicted in 2014 of killing two people in Shelton, but after a lengthy and intensive seven-month process, opted not to pursue it, a decision he believes was right. Dorcy has been in office since 2010.

The proposal is for a referendum, which means voters would have a chance to weigh in after the Legislature and governor approve it, as opposed to an initiative, which is placed on the ballot after a certain number of signatures are gathered. Lawmakers could consider the matter when the Legislature meets in January.

Although the state’s current law has been on the books for 34 years, it is reserved for specific types of murder — aggravated first-degree murder —  and has rarely been used. Since voters approved the death penalty in 1975, five people have been executed in Washington state. Currently there are nine people on death row in Washington. The longest serving inmate on death row, Jonathan Gentry, was sentenced to die by a Kitsap jury in 1991.

For context, since 1976 the state of Texas, where the death penalty is used more than any other state, has executed 530 people.

Although the process is intensive and expensive, a factor both Robinson and Dorcy say is something they consider, it is not the “driver of the bus,” as Dorcy put it.

Tossing the state’s law, if voters choose to do so, might be fairly simple. Presumably the sentences of those on death row could be commuted to life without parole and as of the issuance of the association’s statement there were no pending death penalty cases in the state.

Keeping the death penalty on the books, however, doesn’t necessarily mean inmates sentenced to death will be executed any more quickly nor does it mean it would be used more frequently.

First, Gov. Jay Inslee has imposed a moratorium on executions. If voters elected another governor, however, they would not be required to maintain the moratorium.

However, those sentenced to die have numerous appeals available to them, state and federal, some mandatory.

There is also the matter of method. Washington state, historically, has used hangings to execute people. Lethal injection has been an option since 1986, and was used in the past three executions, the last one taking place in 2010.

However, the companies that have made the drugs used in lethal injection are from Europe, and object to capital punishment, and have refused to import them to the U.S. Some states have found substitute drugs, but there have been reports of those drugs not working as intended.

And Washington did not have any of the accepted drugs on hand when Inslee declared his moratorium.

Below is the statement, issued from the office of King County Prosecutor Dan Satterberg.

Nov. 12, 2015

The prosecuting attorneys of Washington State overwhelmingly believe that the people of the state should vote on the question of whether the state should retain the death penalty as an option in cases of aggravated murder.  As the elected officials entrusted with the fair administration of capital punishment in our state, we call upon the Governor and the Legislature to place a referendum on the ballot next year seeking guidance from the voters about this significant public policy issue.

It was forty years ago, in 1975, that the people of the state approved Initiative 316, which created the death penalty in our state.  The previous death penalty scheme had been found unconstitutional by the US Supreme Court in the Fuhrman v. Georgia case in 1972.  The language of the initiative was amended by the Legislature in 1981 to comport with the 1981 State Supreme Court decision in Frampton

For the past thirty-four years Washington prosecutors have pursued capital punishment in the most heinous murders committed in our state.  During that time, prosecutors sought the death penalty in 90 of 268 cases where it was a possible sentence.  Jurors returned unanimous verdicts of the death penalty in 32 of those 90 cases.

The 32 death sentences that have been imposed under the current statute have resulted in the execution of five men, three of whom were “volunteers” who instructed their attorneys to not pursue appeals of their convictions.  Two men were executed following a lengthy period of appeals: Charles Rodman Campbell in Snohomish County, executed in 1994 for three murders committed in 1982, and Cal Colburn Brown in King County, executed in 2010 for a murder committed in 1991. Nine men currently reside on death row, awaiting more appellate process.

Eighteen men who were sentenced to the death penalty had their sentences reversed by appellate courts and their cases were ultimately resolved without imposition of the death penalty.

Most of the people in the state of Washington today did not participate in the election forty years ago that established our state as one of 31 U.S. states with the death penalty.  The citizens of Nebraska will vote on the repeal or retention of the death penalty in that state next year.  Washington State voters should have a similar choice. 

Prosecuting Attorneys act daily as ministers of justice exercising the power and authority of the state in the name of the people of the state.  Prosecutors want to know that when we embark on the long and difficult process of capital punishment for the worst crimes inflicted upon our community that we are doing so with the support and approval of the people we represent.

Mason County “reply all” spat

Sh Salisbury Best Elect Ofc 2015A spat between Mason County officials on what constitutes appropriate use of tax dollars went public Thursday, when the county public works director hit “reply all” on his criticism of a press release from the Sheriff’s Office lauding the sheriff for an award.

Detective Bill Adam, who is also the office’s public information officer, sent the first email, letting the media know that readers of Mason County’s weekly newspaper voted Sheriff Casey Salisbury the “best elected official.”

Included in the release was a photo of a smiling Salisbury holding the unframed certificate, along with a direct quotes from the sheriff which contain a number (5) of exclamation points.

Brian Matthews, public works director, took issue with the press release, and hit “reply all.”

Bill,
Stop wasting County resources with this crap. Take me off your email list as of now. Brian

In fairness, not many tax dollars were likely wasted. How many tax dollars were wasted by me writing this? The answer will shock you! (none)

Later in the day, Adam responded with another statement from Salisbury, lamenting the response as “unfortunate,” and cited a line from the county “mission statement” that says the employees of the county are the foundation on which county services are provided.

Salisbury also apparently shot back at Mathews:

It is also unfortunate that people, who do not live in this community, do not support the community the way I do.

The friction between the officials was aired before multiple news outlets in Western Washington, including Seattle television stations and daily newspapers such as the Sun and others from Port Angeles to Olympia.

Mason County has had other interesting email incidents in recent months. In August, Adam accidentally sent out a restricted bulletin about a dangerous suspect wanted by police.

Realizing the error, Adam sent out another note to the media contact list, asking journalists to destroy the email, claiming that publishing it “could cost an officer his or her life.” In case there was any confusion about what email Adam was talking about, he sent the restricted email again.

Bremerton man convicted of terrorizing gay men has history of drug dealing

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A Bremerton man sentenced to 30 months in federal prison for terrorizing a group of gay men on Capital Hill in January has a history of drug dealing.

Troy Deacon Burns, 38, pleaded guilty in August for violating the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act.

Here is a summary of the incident, from a statement issued Monday by the U.S. Department of Justice:

“Burns admitted in his plea agreement that he came up behind the three men and shouted homophobic slurs.  Burns then raised a knife over his head in a stabbing position.  Fearing for their safety, the men started running.  As Burns caught up to one of the men, he again used a slur and attempted to stab the man.  One of the other men was able to pull his friend away from Burns.  The third man located Seattle police officers who took Burns into custody.  While detained in the police car, Burns continued to yell homophobic slurs.  During the plea hearing, Burns said he was under the influence of drugs and alcohol at the time of the assault and claimed that he does not remember his actions.”

Burns has convictions in Kitsap Superior Court for violation of the uniform controlled substance act from when he was caught in 2009 selling cocaine in the East Bremerton Fred Meyer’s parking lot to a police informant. He also was caught with about 2/3 of a pound of marijuana in 2007. He also has a juvenile court conviction from 1994 for stealing a car, according to court records.

Cherry Boy — or — a Sweet and Bawdy Tale that Ed McDonald, 78, Swears is True

 

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The USS Lexington disembarked in Bremerton and already the mission had been decided: Ed McDonald’s shipmates would march him to a cat house — his words — and the baby-faced Irish Catholic boy from Sunnyside, Queens, rosary beads clacking under his uniform, would meet a Real Woman and then become a Real Man. It was 1955 and Ed was turning 18, though he could have passed for 12. In those days he wore his rosary around his neck, “To protect me from me.”

They all called him Cherry Boy, but there are worse things to be called aboard a warship. It is fine to be called Cherry Boy when your shipmates reckon you just haven’t had the right opportunities.

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Bremerton was a land of opportunities, but with more profanity than providence. The way it struck Ed the first time he stepped ashore in Kitsap County, Bremerton was open for business and existed only to challenge the upbringing of souls cursed with cash.

“You should have seen it. This place was wild.”

His buddies take him to a red brick building on Fourth Street, maybe Fifth Street, though he remembers a sci-fi black and white movie was playing at the Roxy. His buddies say to him, “OK, Cherry Boy, it’s time.” Ed figures out what is happening and becomes very terrified.

Then he sees her. She is very Real, and very beautiful, Ava Gardner with dark skin and eyes. Young Ed was introduced as Cherry Boy.

“She grabbed me by the belt buckle and led me around like a dog on a leash.”

“Ah,” she purred. “I love cherry boys.”

The room was red with lots of silk. There was a bed.

Let it never be said that Bremerton doesn’t take pride in its work. It’s written on the shipyard for all to see, “Building on a proud tradition.” The Real Woman hired to make a Real Man out of Ed was no less determined. She tried.

“She was really pretty, I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

Ed could fool most. He could fool his shipmates, officers, maybe even the whole neighborhood back home in Queens. Maybe he just led them to believe what they wanted to believe. But he couldn’t fool her. For Ed, it wasn’t a matter of opportunity or luck.

She took his face in the palm of her hands.

“Cherry Boy, you’re leaving here a cherry, too,” she said. “You are on the wrong side of the tracks.”

“Is there a right side of the tracks?”

“Not in this town.”

Ed’s shipmates were waiting. Now what? What about the congratulations? The braying and back slapping? What about his soul? At 7 Ed knew he liked boys. “They were prettier than the girls.” He joined the Navy to escape a cold home life, to see the world, to live and wear those hot white uniforms. Now what? What will become of him?

There were two kinds of people the Navy didn’t abide: communists and homosexuals. “Better dead than red” was a popular slogan. No slogan for killing homosexuals became as memorable.

“By the way,” she said, “my brother is gay too.”

It was the first time he had ever heard the word used like that.

“What’s gay?”

Her name was Anne. She promised to keep his secret.

“A story like that spreads like wildfire.” He was terrified by nightmare visions of prison or mental hospitals, of a dishonorable discharge. “It only takes a rumor, just a rumor.”

Keeping his secret wasn’t enough. He needed something else from her. Anne didn’t protest. When she presented the Real Man formally known as Cherry Boy to his waiting comrades, she called him a miracle of procreative genius, she raved about his abilities, ranked him among the celebrities of virility and swore that he showed considerable potential as a stud if the Navy didn’t work out.

“She was great,” Ed said. “Oh, they were patting me on the back, all those alpha males!”

Then it was back to the rosary. “I was sure I was doomed to hell.”

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Ed got tired of secrets. Parting with the Navy had been more sweet than sorrow, and after a youth of acting and traveling, he returned to New York and got a start as a restaurateur. He opened a bistro in Greenwich Village called the Omnibus. He lived openly gay, cooked and ran his business, mingled with artists and activists, traveled, smoked a lot of pot and cigarettes — too much pot and cigarettes — and fell in love. The highlight of his travels might have been Bali, where a spider monkey bit him.

He kicks himself now for not planning for his future, or jumping at the chance to buy the building that housed his restaurant. The price was $200,000. Now it is worth many millions. At the time he didn’t want to trouble himself with material things.

“I saw myself as this spiritual thinker and here I was dripping in leather and chains.”

On the night of the Stonewall Riots in 1969, Ed was at his restaurant, not too far from the action, but without a clue the gay rights movement was being born down the street. He cleaned up, counted the till, jotted in the books and then smoked a joint. He locked the door and walked home. By the time he noticed the commotion and looked over this shoulder, all he could see was a wall of 2,000 rioting people.

“Oh my god,” he thought, his mind clouded by weed paranoia. “Was my cooking that bad?”

The ’70s were good to Ed. He was handsome, fit and had a head of hair and money in his pocket. Climbing stairs was no trouble. His restaurant did well, catered to everybody and anybody but attracted big names in the world of the gay community, literature and entertainment. The legendary Beat Generation writers Allen Ginsburg and William S. Burroughs lived in the neighborhood and were known to stop by. Anne Bancroft might be sitting at a table with Mel Brooks. One of his long-time waiters, Vito Russo, would go on to became an influential gay rights activist and film historian.*

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In the ’80s a pall fell over New York. Cocaine replaced pot as the drug du jour. Tastes changed, leaving his funky stoner-friendly restaurant in the dust. AIDS struck and Ed lost too many friends to count. The love of his life, David, he lost to schizophrenia. That was 33 years ago, he has been single since. Rather than walk the same streets and see none of the same people, he moved away.

He picked Seattle, arriving in 1983, and found an apartment on Capital Hill for $175 a month. The University of Washington hired him, and for his life’s third or fourth act, he worked in food service at the medical center’s cancer and psychiatry departments.

Before he served people looking for a good time, now he served the afflicted. The work was not so challenging, but chatting up the patients was its own reward. He still feels pangs thinking about them, some of them were so lonely. Some became friends. He mentions their names to this day.

About seven years ago he tried to walk up the hill to Broadway and realized he was gasping for air. Too many cigarettes, too much pot. He had always walked or taken the bus. He’s never had a driver’s license or owned a car. At the same time the COPD came, the once modest apartment was bleeding him dry. Rent climbed up to $800 when he moved out. Now he hears it is getting close to twice that.

He got word of affordable housing in Bremerton. He hadn’t spent any real time here, but it sounded promising. Moving to Bremerton could be a way to get back on his feet.

He regretted the decision almost immediately. Bremerton was not the same wild and wooly port-of-call of his youth. Far from it. The buses don’t even run on Sundays. The only thing that might make it a bit more bearable, the one thing that might help: a gay bar. He doesn’t know of any. “It would be nice to have a drink among my own tribe.” But like the baby-faced Cherry Boy in 1955, he finds himself on the wrong side of the tracks.

Ed rates his health five out of 10. He’s still got his laugh. He has retained his New York swagger, but his knees are wobbly. Mouth cancer took his teeth, and his dentures are hell. He’s frank about what kind of health-imposed limitations he will endure and where he is at in life. For Ed, it’s bleak. “Everybody I have ever loved is dead.” Although he is addicted to Netflix – and is about ready to lead an uprising against CenturyLink and Comcast for their anti-consumer practices – things like Facebook hold no interest for him.

“There’s nobody out there for me to look up, not unless it can connect with the afterlife.”

He has good days and bad. On this day, a few years after he arrived in town, he was walking along Wheaton Way in Manette, on his way to the Boat Shed to have a drink. On the sidewalk, he crossed paths with a woman. She was old, like him, hunched over, had to use a walker to inch her way on the sidewalk. They nodded, said hello and went on their way.

He saw her again in the neighborhood. Nod. Hello. Maybe a “How are ya?” He ran into her a few more times.

On this day, the woman stopped him.

“Have you always lived in Bremerton?”

No, Ed explained, but he was stationed here in the ’50s for a period.

She looked him in the eye.

“I never forget eyes,” she said. “Did you ever go by the name Cherry Boy?”

Anne and Ed walked together, slowly, and sat on bench overlooking the water. They talked about how they first met, giggling.

They became friends, but not close. “What we did as kids wasn’t exactly meaningful.” When they saw each other on the street, they waved, and giggled.

A few years passed and Ed realized he had not seen Anne in a while. He saw a friend of hers on the bus one day. She said Anne had died.

“And she told me about you,” the friend said.

After they discovered each other, and sat overlooking the Port Washington Narrows, he had asked about her memory. It was amazing, he remarked, to remember somebody from so long ago, somebody with whom she had an even more meaningless encounter than usual, after so much had changed.

Anne said it was hard to forget the first-timers, especially the one they called Cherry Boy. Ed was pretty, but it was more than that.

“You were so utterly innocent.”

“Well, Anne,” Ed said. “I got over it.”

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*Ed disputes an account of the Stonewall Riots in a book about Russo, where he is said to have warned his waiter to stay away from the angry crowd outside the Christopher Street bar. “Never happened,” he said. Ed maintains he had no idea what was happening at the Stonewall until after he closed the Omnibus for the night. He doesn’t dispute, however, that he butted heads with Russo, though he considered him a friend. Ed is a proponent of gay rights, but he is, in general, a proud liberal who literally carries his ACLU membership card in his wallet and was not, and is not, hostile to straights.