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The Sea Lions might try to jump on your kayak with you. Try not to let that happen
My brother, Mike went to graduate school in San Francisco, and I flew out to visit him and his then girlfriend-now wife-Chiyuki during the Clarence Thomas Supreme Court confirmation hearings. We sat glued to the television as The Senate Judiciary Committee members used phrases like "Long Dong Silver," and "a pubic hair on a coke can."
‘Who says shit like that?'
The Committee Chairman, then Senator Joe Biden called witness after witness to testify as we soaked up all the facts before making up our minds. Whenever they would bring on one of the many blazingly defiant women defending Clarence Thomas, Mike would say "Oh no, we got another scary bitch."
When we could pry ourselves away from the television long enough, we went kayaking on Monterey Bay, where the guides told us "Now, you may have a sea lion jump on your kayak with you. Try not to let that happen because it could flip you over."
‘Exactly how do we dissuade the Sea Lions from boarding our vessel? Do they respond to courtesy?'
We visited Big Sur, Fisherman's Wharf, and saw lots of vibrant areas of San Francisco. We went Gray Whale Watching on a touring yacht. The Gray Whales have a massive migration each year from their Arctic feeding grounds south to Baja, California, where they breed and calve. The seas were really rough with inclement weather this day, and I was loaded up with Meclizine (a medication to prevent motion sickness). As long as I'm not nauseous, I don't mind rough seas, so everything was great as we saw several Gray Whales breeching through the swells. There were about ten other passengers on our whale watch, and two of them were a couple on their honeymoon. We departed mid-afternoon, and the new bride had obviously had a few cocktails with her lunch. The couple boarded and were having a terrific time, laughing and cooing. Well, rough seas and a champagne brunch don't make the best combination, and this woman started feeding the fish about twenty minutes after we left the dock. Now, she was drunk and sick, and her devoted new husband was clutching his wife with all his might as the deck rolled and pitched with her hanging over the rail. She just got sicker and sicker and more and more limp, and her husband decided to ask the Captain if he could cut our outing short and return to port a little early. The poor woman was not even able to support her own body weight, and her husband asked Chiyuki, Mike, and me if we could hang on to his wife while he went to speak with the Skipper.
‘That's an awfully big responsibility to ask of complete strangers.'
"We'll try our best," we nervously said. That seemed to be good enough for him.
So, Mike, Chiyuki, and I each grabbed a piece of her clothing and steadied ourselves on the deck while her husband left his beloved wife dangling between the rails puking her insides out. Their formerly high spirits thoroughly deflated, we finally made it back to the dock, where the landlubber's husband carried her to their car.
Mike, Chiyuki, and I had dinner at Clint Eastwood's restaurant in Carmel, then hurried back home to see what we had missed during the confirmation hearings. Chiyuki was born and raised in Japan, and met Mike when he traveled there on business. She taught herself English beautifully, and had moved to the U.S. to be with Mike. We got home, rushed to the sofa and turned on the television coverage of the hearings. Chiyuki brought us some sliced apples for a snack. We were munching on the apples as our eyes didn't leave the television screen, when Chiyuki quietly commented "You know what they say-An app-er a day makes the Doctor unnecessary."
Mike and I chewed and nodded in agreement, staring at the television "Mmm hmm. Wait, what?"
Chiyuki and Mike dropped me off at the airport, while we still wondered whether or not Justice Thomas would be confirmed.
"Have a nice fright," Chiyuki pleasantly wished me.
During my flight back to Dallas, the Captain came over the P.A. and announced to everyone on board that Clarence Thomas had just been confirmed as the next Supreme Court Justice.
‘Well, how do you like those freaking apples?'
A few months after this, I was in the middle of reading a book on the whole Anita Hill/Clarence Thomas quagmire-with the book in the front pocket of my flight bag, when who walks over the threshold of the plane-Anita Hill! She was thoroughly lovely, warm, and played with a fussy baby who was seated next to her the entire flight. This was about the fourth or fifth time I had been reading a non-fiction book when one of the characters boarded my flight. It was my personal policy to never act like I recognized a well-know person, just out of respect for their privacy. However, there was always a weird vibe casually interacting with someone who knew nothing about you, but you were privy to such intimate details about them as that they had been publicly accused of sprinkling pubic hairs over one of their student's term papers.
‘Why so much emphasis on pubic hair? Good Lord.'
Lori Culpepper Dinsmore
About the Author
There is a psychiatric/psychological diagnosis called "Folie a Plusieurs," which is a French phrase literally meaning "Madness has Several." This disorder was first discovered by French Mental Health Professionals, thus the French name. The illness may occur when people are so enmeshed with each other they actually adopt the psychosis or psychoses of their companions.
The imagery which the phrase~Madness has Several~evokes, for me, is simply enchanting.
This is my portal into my own folie and joy. I am a former Flight Attendant for a major U.S. airline, where I traversed the globe for eight years. As a natural progression, I then went into Psychiatric Research at a State Psychiatric Hospital, where I (under the tutelage of the Psychiatrist for whom I worked-along with a team of colleagues), was a published author concerning such hot button issues as "Total Cotinine in Plasma: A Stable Biomarker for Exposure to Tobacco Smoke." Have you read it? That one stayed a little below the non-scientific community's radar. But, then came "Initiation of Daily Smoking and Nicotine Dependence in Schizophrenia and Mood Disorders." After this one leapt off the presses, I was lucky to be able to make it through the grocery store without hordes of photographers and autograph seeking, chain-smoking, mentally ill persons obstructing my path.
Currently, I am a Stay Home, HomeSchooling Mother to a ten year old Human Boy, a four year old Bloodhound Boy, and a six year old Retired Racing Greyhound Boy. My Husband (also a Boy), Jonathan, and I have been married for 15 years.
They are my treasures.
I also write. Here is my lens for the epoch we all (every presence) share-past, present, and, God willing, future. These are my hopes, ruminations, and of course, delirious thoughts…but what always burns most vividly is the beautiful laughter.
Détenir sur étroite à la folie avec mon âme folle ma pretties.
Lori Culpepper Dinsmore