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Show t WEEKLY REFLEX DAVIS NEWS JOURNAL, JUNE 19, 1980 st The Doctor in Spite of Himself will be the opening show for the Afternoon Play- PLU M BINS H E ATld " fM, - j Plumbing ers, the summer repertory Healing r4 PLUMBIN C(F 7?.fmriv Adix especially for children. theatre company at the University of Utah. The children's show s w ill play in the Babcock Theatre, downstairs at Pioneer Memorial Theatre, June 23 through Aug. . 1 YERN ADIX, the supervising director of the company since its origin in 1966, is a professor of theatre at the univer- - sity as well as a veteran play- wright, actor, director, author, designer and supervising director for the Young Peoples Theatre. All of the plays to be presented were adapted by Prof. FLINT PLUMBING AND HEATING Eighteen qualified em- ployees are the key to the success of the Flint Plumbing and Heating Co. that is located at 1930 W. 2250 S Syracuse. THE COMPANY, owned by John A. Flint, has been operating for two years. Mr. Flint personally has 30 years of experience in the plumbing business. Flint Plubing and Heating specializes in plubing contracting sales and services. They pride themselves in the efficient installation of water heaters for commercial, industrial and residential estab A complete fleet of fully-equippe- COSTUMES FOR the plays THE DOCTOR in Spite of Himself, which runs June 23 through 27, is a comedy about a man w ho must assume the role of a doctor even thhough he knows nothing about medicine. The doctor is played by Wess Jolley, an acting major at the university. He recently appeared in the Young Peoples Theatre show Androcles and the Lion. Margaret Lilly white plays the wife who is responsible for getting him into the predicament. Margaret is a student at the university and is experienced in children's improvisation and in writing stones for children. g will be under the direction of Roselyn Hammen, a graduate student in costume design w ho designed for tw o Babcock pro- ductions this past season. Lighting design is by Peter Garrison, also a graduate student, who has been an actor, director and lighting designer for several show s in the theatre department. MEMBERS OF the company include Ambra Allgood, Drew Chamberlain, Robbin Cummings, Chuck Dawson, Ella Rose DeLong, Peter Gar- plubing situations whether they be installation services or repair and replacement calls. Wess Jolley, Margaret Joseph Paur and Bruce Smith. The cast will also include young people from the Salt Lake community. They are of heating pumps, not fur- naces. The company operates a tractor for sewer, waterlines, septic tanks and drain field calls. The service department is under the direction of Henry Hank Spencer who gives prompt service all hours, all days. Mr. Spencer tries to do whatever is needed. Besides the one service specialist, two Of If state courts order it, ex- spouses are entitled to part of federal civilian retirement benefits. THE OFFICE of Personnel Management which administers the civilian retirement system, issued final regulations on dividing retirement benefits March 7. The rules emplement Sept. 15, 1978 amendments to the Civil Services Retirement Law. Military retirment benefits are not affected. IN CASES of divorces, annulment or legal separation from a federal employee or remust gain a tiree, state court order, decree or court approved property settlement agreement stating that the former spouse is entitled to The regulations include community property settlements involving future retirement benefits. BEFORE THEY receive aside. ,, v ' THE SERGEANT studied techniques of leadership, management and suprevision. and is assigned to Cannon AFB. His w ife, Terri, is the daughter of Russel Gailey of Layton. He graduated from Layton High School in 1971. v 2 IN SOME ways, the Flint Plubing and Heating Company d business. is a Mr. Flints son, Kelly, is the production manager and his son, Don, is a journeyman plumber. family-oriente- Mr. Flints spare time is divided between raising top quality bred quarter horses and throughbred horses and 7 serving as the LDS bishop of the Syracuse Second Ward. AIRMAN HARRIS y apply to any unpaid retirement y Airman Rick Eddy, son of Francis E. Lyon of Layton, has been assigned to Chanute AFB, 111., after completing Air Force basic training. TED HOWE fund refunds as well as annuities now being paid. Annual VFW Carnival Set For June 21 The Veterans of Foreign r Post No. Wars 8307, 1389 North Main, Layton, will hold there annual Miller-Fraze- 12 f 4 AIRMAN EDDY former spouse receives payments. The provisions also June 21, w Contfetes Basic childrens carnival Saturday FULL NAME, date of birth and claim number of the employee or retiree. An affected employee or retiree will have 30 days to contest the court order before the o'' Staff Sgt. AKinC. Swensen. son of Mr. and Mrs. Lynn A. Swensen of 202 E. 950 N.. Layton, has graduated from the Air Force N o n commissioned Officer Leadership School at Cannon Al B. 773-909- be- at the order has not been amended, superceded or set group rates available. men are on standby in the service department. The companys phone number is nefits, former spouses must send to the U.S. Office of Personnel Management, P.O. Box 17, Washington, D.C. 20044 the following. A recently certified copy of the court order; a statement Completes Course formance. There are also Hatch, Trudy Heaton, Danielle Losee, Albion Olsen, Jennifer Peck and Nick Satovik. Retirement payments from the retirement fund. e, STAFF SGT. SWKNSEN TICKETS CAN be reserved by calling the PMT box office or they may be purchased at the theatre on the day of per- Maria Escobar, Matthew d Could Take Ex-Spou- se Part Lilly-whit- 4 THE HEATING end of the business is the sale and service Babcock Theatre, dow nstairs at Pioneer Memorial Theatre at 2 p.m. There will be no performances on July 4 to 24. rison, Roselyn Hammen, vehicles is available from Flint Plumbing and Heating in Syracuse to answer your needs. plumbing and heating-relate- d lishments, and in handling all THE DOCTOR in Spite of will open June 23 and run through June 27. Rip Van Winkle" will run the second week, June 30 through July 3, and "The Emperors' New Clothes" will play July 7 through 11. The shows will then play for three more w eeks in repertory. All performances are in the Himself' to 6 p.m. GAMES, CONTESTS, booths, dunking machine, hamburgers, hot dogs, pony rides and lots more. Come out and join the fun. Master Councilor Ted Howe will be installed as master councilor in the International Order of Demolay in a public ceremony on June 21, 1980. The rites will be held in the Clearfield Masonic Temple! 425 E. 700 S., at 7:30 p.m. TED IS the son of Mr. and Mrs. Glenn Howe of Layton and a senior at Layton High School. Other elected officers to be installed are Scott Crawford, senior councilor; and Warren Lamb, junior councilor. The Clearfield Demolay Chapter Sweetheart. Brenda Franklin, will also be honored. INSTALLING officers will be Jeff Sillito, Chris Noid, Mike Borgeson, Richard and Mike Lamb, Gerald Everett and Bruce Myers. The Chapter Dad is Walter G. Everett and their Masonic sponsor is Gateway Lodge No. 29 F. and A.M. A reception will follow the installation ceremony. Members and friends are invited to attend. DURING THE six weeks at Lackland AFB, the airman studied the Air Force Mission, organization and customs and received special training in human relations. In addition, airmen who complete basic training earn credits toward an associate degree in applied science through the Community College of the Air Force. THE AIRMAN will now receive specialized instruction in the aircraft maintenance field. Airman Eddys father, Henry G. Eddy, Jr., resides in Clearfield. Completes Basic Course Airman Roger D. Harris, son of Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn Harris, Layton, has been assigned to Lowry AFB, Colo., after completing Air Force basic training. DURING THE six weeks at Lackland AFB, the airman studied the Air Force mission, organization and customs and received special training in human relations. In addition, airmen who complete basic training earn credits toward an associate degree in applied science through the Community College of the Air Force. THE AIRMAN will now receive specialized instruction in the munitions and weapons maintenance field. Airman Harris' wife, Jill, is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Reed Y. Watts of Layton. Roger is a 1976 graduate of Layton High School. E. M. Byington Commissioned As Second Lt. Emroy W. Byington. son of Mr. and Mrs. Wendell H. Byington of Clinton, has been commissioned a second lieutenant in the U.S. Army through the Army ROTC program at Weber State College. LT. BYINGTON was raised then graduated from Frankfurt American High School in Germany, where he participated in the Acappella Choir. in Clearfield He received his baccalaureSC in geogate degree from raphy, with a minor in military science. WHILE AT WSC he wored on the Utah atlas which is being prepared by the WSC geography department. He received his commission in the Army Signal Corps and will attend officer basic training at the Signal Corps School in Ft. Gordon, Ga., before being assigned to active duty in Germany. Life In Prison The following accounts are years in prison for Grand Theft Auto. But, the full impact of the judges words didnt sink in until I was led, handcuffed to the car that was to take me to my new home. I continued walking up the main hall, past the receptionists desk when another said, Dont take any crap from them man! Dont take nothing they hand out! names of inmates and staff THE TRIP took 25 minutes THE SOUND of that voice faded away as I approached Control One, where a large d door stood in my way, only to slide to my left with a moaning, whirling sickness telling my mechanic that the door is in need of repair. Yet the door became a reminder to me as the transport officer stepped inside with me in front of him, the door slid back with that same sickening motion, blocking my freedom. I was cut off from the outside. Inside, the officer unlocked my handcuffs, and offered me a cigarette. I refused his and reached inside my shirt pocket. Lighting one of my own. I inhaled deeply, looking out into the other side where I would soon be going. Editors Note: The following is the first in a series of articles written by an inmate at the Utah State Prison. By BILL PATE true. Everything but last mentioned herein are changed to protect their privacy and position. I HAVE written three books since first arriving here. One day people may read them, but this one must be read first. This one speaks about transition from freedom to imprisonment. The frustrations that en- compass fear, anger, loneliness, and retribution. It speaks about the many transformations people go through in order to survive in the free world. The system of the prison, the various programs it has to offer the inmate to form a positive, and progressive attitude. . THE FIGHTS, stabbings, suicides, the personal problems out and away from prison life involving an inmates loved ones, such as wife, girl friend, parents and children. The homosexuality involvements that can be overlooked, if you arent involved. The The idiots and the know-it-alldopers and the drunks. Politics among staff and their subordinates. Payoffs to inmates. The strong arm gangs, and the racial prejudice. The snitches and the system. s. ITS ALL here to be reac and to be believed. I know, foi I am here to tell you the way it happened, and the way it will probably continue. All the days in my entire life, January 16, 1979 stands out as the worse. Four days earlier 1 had been sentenced to not less than one, nor more than fifteen before I noticed the turnoff where the car descended from the main highway. The road led to a white fence, seemingly a directional finder in locating the prison. The fence wound around a bend before the road straightened, leading directly to the front doors of the prison. . From a distance it didnt seem like much more than a power plant of sorts, but up close it was there waiting for me and no one else. Calling my name; telling me that I am next in line to disappear from the face of the earth. AS I WAS led from the car, I surveyed the area for any possible chance of escape. From what I saw, I hadnt any. Surrounding the prison in the front alone, are three towers which has guards in them with rifles. In the rear there are three more. I approached the front doors and as the transporting officer opened the door, I asked to have one look at freedom. He gave me one minute. I turned and looked at the open spaces before me and knew it would be quite sometime before I would see freedom from this angle. ALRIGHT, lets move it. I all day you know. When he opened the door and motioned me inside, the first thing I noticed were three men standing off to my right. One of them said, One coming in and three leaving. Odds don't seem fair at all. dont have I THOUGHT to myself, my day is coming, but whose to say whats fair. iron-barre- I NOTICED several inmates going in and out of offices, a - few just standing in the halls passing time with conversation to a friend. I tried to see if I might know any of them. Just one face that would seem familiar to me, that way I wouldnt fed along as I did them. Hey you! Do you hear me? Wake up! OH SORRY, Must have been daydreaming. Thats all I said before the guy wheeled around going into an office close to where I was standing. A few minutes passed when a large strapping inmate came out with an officer, banged on the window of Control One, motioning the man inside to open the door. AGAIN I heard the worn out sound of gears as the door slid open, only to let me enter the other side; the side that was to begin a new and different life for me. Step into this room and take all your clothes off, empty everything out of your pockets on the table. THIS WAS the beginning with the end a long way from sight. I had taken everything out of my pockets, stripping down to my birthday suit, baring my soul so that the officer doing the inspection would be satisfied I didnt have any weapons or contraband on or in my possession. All my identification was made and placed in a large manilla envelope, and placed into a safe. My clothes were rolled into a ball and stuffed into a paper bag. Once released I was told, I would get everyting back. My house. What a dump. Paint peeling from the walls and ceilings, dust piled an inch high on the floor, a rusted sink, and a toilet that worked, providing if someone came up and did the plumbing. I HAD to stuff everything 1 carried between the bars as the officers refused to open my door until count which was three hours away. Once finished, I turned and rested my arms on the railing and looked down. If a man fell from this distance, he wouldnt have a thing to worry about ever again. THE MEN below me on the main deck were dressed as I was. But from up here, looking down, the appeared to be a small army of ants. Some were watching television, some were playing cards, some werent doing a damn thing. I started walking the k to go downstairs and cat-wal- ALL I could keep were my socks, shoes, and underwear. My new clothes would be issued to me in about a week. Meanwhile, I would have to settle for a pair of blue zipper front coveralls, six sizes to big. I felt like a draff in the thing. From there I was taken to the block which would be my introduction center for several weeks. I was assigned a cell, commonly referred to as a house, given two blankets, two sheets, one pillowcase, two towels, one laundry bag, a plastic cup, metal spoon, toothpaste and brush, one razor and one blade. THE OFFICERS who ran the block gave me a set of rules and regulations that I was to read and follow to the letter. My new house in on the fourth floor, 436. Long walk with all that stuff in my hands and no help. watch television, when I noticed three guys walking my way. I didnt know what to expect, but in prison its always wise to expect the worse. I CLENCHED my hands tightly. As they approached, none said a word, but the expression on the face of the man in the middle was enough to tell. I wasnt in trouble, he was. Knowing not to ask questions or get involved, I continued walking, however my curiosity got the best of me. I turned around to see what was happening. I must have been 90 feet away, but I could tell the guy was getting the beating of his life, one he wouldnt forget for a longtime. From where I was standing, I could see blood flow from his nose and mouth. he slumped to the floor. Both of the two men kicked him several times in the ribs and face before they decided to walk away from him. I stood rooted in my tracks, wondering if I should help him or not. The tallest of the two said to me,. "Thats what happens to snitches and punks. Which one are you?" I knew he wanted me to say the wrong thing. I replied with a nervous edge to my voice, "Neither one. I didn't see a thing. GOOD, KEEP it that way and youll get along just fine, otherwise you could end up like him. Only worse. I was seriously thinking him to take his advice and put it where the sun don't shine, but being my first day here, I didn't want to create waves. I stood to one side, letting them pass me by and walk down to the main deck. My first day here, and it seemed as if I were destined to get in trouble. AFTER WATCHING television for about an hour, I struck up a conversation with a younger fellow named Keith. This was his first time in prison. My first time also, but I did spend about eight years in jails across the country, so being locked up wasnt a new experience for me. I asked him what he was in for, he said, I got busted doing an armed robbery. I walked into a supermarket, a small one you know, like a grocery store and I needed some food cause my wife and I were broke. I JUST got laid off and I had no money coming in. The manager caught me taking meat and bread, stuffing them inside my pants. I was scared, so I whipped out a pocketknife anf flashed it in his face hoping he would back off. "My mistake. At the same time I did that, a cop. can you believe this; a cop walked in to get a pack of smokes and drew' down on me! I didnt have a chance. Now I'm here doing a one to fifteen, and my wife's home, pregnant." I DONT know what to tell you Keith. Youre lucky the cops didnt down you. When is the baby due? Not for another six or seven months. Funny thing. Weve been married for three months. Never had time for a honeymoon because we needed the money. Now no money, no job. no honeymoon. WHEN in? DID you come "Yesterday, and you? slid open, off I went to chow with Keith. HE EXPLAINED to me that shouldn't expect the best meal in the world as this w asn't 1 the Hilton. Before the evening meal was over, I had to agree. The food was mainly starches, hardly any protein. After chow we walked back to the block. We had one hour to be free before we w ere locked up for the night. Until we are off fish status, six o'clock was lock down time. ALL I wanted to do was to go in my house and do a little writing. 1 had never planned to be a w'riter or anyone famous, but I did enjoy writing poetry, and writing was a way for me to vent out my frustrations about the way 1 felt. Today?" YEH, JUST drove up. Our conversation was interrupted when a voice yelled overthe loudspeaker, ring in, ring in, meaning get to your cell for count. Afterwards everyone went to chow. CAME TO find out that Keith lived next door to me. New neighbor, and my first friend. Keith explained to me that after count was cleared, we would east first as we are fish. New to the system. Staff wanted to keep us segregated from main population until we had completed the indoctrination program, which for me would begin tomorrow and last at least five to seven weeks. Waiting for count to clear, I made my bed which is bolted to the wall and a mattress. It was designed for anything but comfort. 1 began to arrange my house to become liveable. I finally heard, "Count clear, and ten minutes later my door KEITH ASKED me if I could spell pretty good, telling him dont make many mistakes. I found out that night, and many nights to come why he asked. An average of ten to twenty times a night before the lights went out, he kept banging on the wall asking me how to spell all kinds of words. I never let him know how much he me. Why get mad? Hes asking for help and 1 cant refuse. 1 aggre-vate- d That first night before 1 went to sleep, I looked out across my cell to the w all opposite me where the windows are, looking out into the sky, dark save the splattering of a few stars. Otherwise, everything out there looked dead. IN SOME ways I felt dead. prison, not know ing anyone but Keith, my own family not knowing where I was. I felt empty. For the first time in my life I was alone. In |
