realjohnboy wrote:Sturgis, do you expect any of us to believe that story? I mean, you are a Republican and a very conservative Republican. And you live in Vermont, for godsake. Sturgis running naked? I doubt it. What's the real story? You can tell us.
I think my being drunk at the time might be the first clue...
and I wasn't always a Conservative minded fellow...well, not entirely true, my first political party alliance was when I registered to vote as a Conservative...I refuse to register as a Republican.
If you look through some of my posts, you will figure the time line...
I was born, I grew up, I got drunk, I went to college and got drunk, I graduated college and got drunk, I began teaching and getting drunk a few nights a week, I was suspended from teaching for 14 months due to having shown up inebriated on the job 5 times in one month, I fled to my birthplace of New York City, took a job with the Village Voice (they weren't so harsh about the drinking). I left The Voice suddenly and went to Chicago to see if the river really was green...it was after I vomited into it) any way it was the early part of December and the weather went bad. I stayed in a cheap hotel and spent the dollars left to me by my uncle who had keeled over dead a year before leaving me everything...
The winter was bad, I was a mess, I got into a scuffle with a police man, I then kissed him full on the lips and copped a feel...yup, I copped a cop
and I was drunk and according to the arrest info I was com-pletely nekkid at the time. The officer behaved remarkably well and instead of beating me senseless, he hauled me into the station house, I was processed and spent a night locked up then 2, then 3 then I got lucky and went before a judge who said he would let me go but that I really should seek help and maybe it would be best if I never came back to Chicago. I returned to New York in late January, it was a snowy day, I passed out on my Uncle Bert's castro, when I came to, we talked, he took me to an AA meeting...the rest as they say is history...I pulled it together to a degree, I had a few drunken relapses until 1988 at which point it sort of stuck...until 1998...
After Chicago, I came back to Vermont worked as a blacksmith for an old friend until I was allowed to return to teaching...never drank again on the job.
My political stance became steadily more right-leaning (conservative) over time. Back in '68 I actually was against the Nixon Admin. Hell, I used to live in Greenwich Village when it was all about peace and love and sex and drugs...
(the only part that was off int he first part was the part about the Mayor)