The Stolen OBC: Another Bastard Moment
I’ll be tied up later in the day (not literally) and don’t have much time. NaBloPoMo calls however. So to make things easy, I’m going to include another Bastard Moment–hopefully the last. I’m sure you all have your own. You don’t need reminded by mine. In June 1989 my adoptive mom died about three weeks after suffering a debilitating stroke. As required by law, a couple days later, her attorney, whom I’ll call by his initials JR, and I went over to the bank to open her lock box.and inventory its contents. My boyfriend, Gordon, who was pretty– hmm– impressive– (the only Orthodox Jewish hillbilly in the State of Ohio) came along. I believe a bank official was also present as a fiduciary witness (or something) to oversee the entire affair. Afterwards, we were to hop over to the county seat and file the will for probate. All on my dime, of course, or rather the estate’s dime, of which I was the heir. By the time it was over, Lawyer JR had collected about $20,00 in lawyer’s fees. Adoption was the farthest thing from my mind that day. I’d gotten my original birth certificate and decree in 1980, and Continue Reading →