Allow me to explain. It’s that time of year again in New Hampshire. It’s Bike Week, when motorcyclists come from across the country and descend upon the tiny Granite State and all through the day and night there’s the steady hum of motorcycles en masse. Some of these biker folks make their way into the library. In truth, they are usually lovely people who are library users back home. A couple came in today looking for some info. I was able to help them out, and they thanked me kindly. In fact, they thanked me so kindly, that they gifted me a little something of theirs. It had a sticker on it identifying its origins. It came from a prison ministry. I don’t feel I should tell you the name of the ministry, and even if I could you would accuse me of making it up.
I’m inclined, based on my interactions and observations, to form the following conflicting hypotheses:
- These people were ex-cons turned ministers
- These people were the most grizzled and tattooed ministers ever NOT incarcerated.
- These people were ex-cons who received this token while in prison, and happily bestowed it on me.
Regardless of what the true scenario is, they were model patrons. I guess I should be glad they didn’t fill me in—I’m just not used to being shut out of the details when it comes to prison. Ride on, potential ex-cons!
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I just lost a dear dear member of my family and fear i might lose another! its been a difficult last few months ..thank you for thinking of me.
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Nice story!
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Sphinc, I really like the new design of your blog! Lightened up, yes ma'am!
Since more than a week has passed since you posted this tale of the gentle bikers, I'm going with the assumption that you survived the Bike Week experience yet one more time.
It's great fun to read a new story from...um, let me rephrase...written by Sphinc herveryownself!
I found your blog by chance and I have to say... it amuses me.
Not in that I think this post is terribly funny, nor have I spent any time at all in prison. But.. I attract an odd group of people.
Homeless women. not that they are odd.. but they seem to seek me out to tell me their woes, their stories and sometimes just for the company. I use to feel horrible about because I couldn't do anything to improve their situation in life, but you know, I’ve gotten to a place where I just enjoy talking to them.
some of them
some of them are a bit too nutty for me.
Since more than a week has passed since you posted this tale of the gentle bikers I really like the new design of your blog
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I'm dying to know the name of the ministry now.
This is even more exciting than zesty owls! I would guess that the prison they were in was likely a small cubicle in the belly of corporate America, as Harleys are not cheap to buy or ride.
Mrs. Slug
PS - I am now following you ....on a bike!
Book by it's cover eh?
Great article :D
Thank you for being nicer to bikers. Yes, some of us do read. :-)
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