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Our first family road trip without our alienated daughter we decided to let as many people as possible know about it. 
Our family drove from La Quinta (Palm Springs area), California to the Grand Canyon, Salt Lake City, Yellowstone National Park and finally to North Dakota. We travelled through Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Nevada, Arizona. We heard some people honking and almost everyone we drove near checking out our rear window. Everywhere we stopped to eat, gas up, sleep, or potty breaks people checked out the back of our van.

It’s one of the hardest things I have had to do, but, I have to do it. I have to keep my cool.
I have to be respectful as well; I think this part even harder.
On top of everything, I have to keep a straight face while I play their warped and crooked game.

So I smile at Diana Shropshire (from Justice & Associates), Christy’s attorney, even after she postpones our trial. This trial, the fight of my life, is so that I may be allowed to spend time with our daughter, Megan. Miss Shropshire puts a halt to it. 
She needs 3 months so she can spend time with her newborn. I don’t blame her, but the irony sure does sicken me. (See blog post: Irony, Sick, Sick Irony)

We are in mid-trial but won’t be back in court until October 10, 2013. 
My hostile witness, my witness, has changed her story claiming she may have embellished anything she has told me and besides that, she may have been drunk at the time we talked even though our conversations spanned four months. On the stand she admitted to lying but I have to wait until this fall to continue my questioning. (See I know about Nightmare and Witness Intimidation)
...and I am polite to Commissioner Deborah Daniel, I refer to her as your honor, even though she is primarily responsible for my 3 school age daughters at home having had their big sister abruptly ripped from their lives for this past year. Although she is the reason that our 14 year old daughter wasn't with us on our annual family road trip. I used to tell them that Megan will visit soon. A year later, I don’t know what to tell them.

DAYDREAMS: The Walking Dead, Sports, Sex, and PAS...

I used to daydream about the usual stuff; winning the lottery, hitting a walk-off homerun in the World Series, joining the Mile-High club...etc. 
My mind would wander off, usually while I was in a conversation with some other body. I would be looking in the other person’s direction sure, probably even looking in their eyes, but in my mind, I was buying crazy shit with my millions, rounding second base at Wrigley Field or...rounding third base at 30, 000 feet. 
When the other person paused or altogether stopped talking –a cue for me to insert some sort of response-- I would nod as if in full accord and say, “Absolutely” or “hell yeah,” not knowing what had been said or, even worse, what I had just agreed on.