In an hour-long sentencing hearing, Judge Delaney waxed reminiscent as he described his admiration for Muhammad Ali's stance against an illegal war, which cost him millions of dollars and his peak performing years, during which time he did not complain, nor did he leave the country that so abused him for his beliefs.
Then, citing the fact that he (Judge Delaney) had to account for his actions to the hundreds of kids he sees in juvenile court, he sentenced me to a year in the Penn. Co. jail, with all suspended but 45 days. During the suspended part of the sentence I will wear a bracelet that senses alcohol use and I will be subject to arbitrary piss tests by a probation officer to detect illegal "drug" use. In addition I may have no "public role" in cannabis law reform advocacy during that year.
So much for any inclination I might have about complaining, which I don't. I am sure Judge Delaney knows I don't have the strength of character that defined Muhammad Ali, and I readily admit that. Lord knows if I don't have the strength of character of Pat Powers, I couldn't begin to measure up to the greatest professional boxer in history.
Work release is an option, but I have few saleable skills, especially in a time when everyone else is getting laid off. I'll follow any leads any of you might have.
It was somewhat harsher than I expected, and probably less than I deserved. At least it did not cost me a career worth millions, and my peak performing years won't begin until July 6, 2010. And that's about all I feel comfortable saying about it. For a year.
I'll turn 61 in prison, doin' six weeks for smokin' a joint. Mama tried.