Paroled!

Some really good stories never make it into the newspaper for one of two reasons:  One, the source is “off the record,” which means you can’t write it.*  Or two, the story is just too old.  To my way of thinking there’s a statue of limitations on an  embarrassing story.

This is one of those stories that I didn’t write for my newspaper, The News & Observer. It was old and off the record.   I heard it at a party, from a friend who had worked as a nurse at the Central Prison Hospital in Raleigh.

He told me about a doctor who had operated on an inmate and then sewed him back up without really doing anything. There was nothing he could do. The guy was eat up with cancer — he was terminal.

He had been in prison for years and years and, somebody like that, the policy was to let them out, parole them, let them go home to die.

Warden Sam Garrison
Warden Sam Garrison

The nurse said he told Warden Sam Garrison** what the situation was and waited for the parole papers. And waited and waited.  Garrison couldn’t parole anyone himself, of course, that was up to the parole board. 

When the nurse still didn’t hear anything he called Warden Garrison again. And again. Several weeks went by. Finally, Garrison called the prison hospital and told them get the man dressed and ready to go.  His parole had come through, he was getting out that afternoon, flying home.

The nurse told me he told Warden Garrison it was too late — the guy was just about dead.

“Is he dead?” Garrison asked.

“No,” the nurse.

“Then get him ready. He’s been paroled.”

They dressed him, put him in a station wagon, and took him to Raleigh-Durham International Airport to catch a plane to Philadelphia.

But the nurse said the airline wouldn’t take him. They thought he was dead.

One of the people who had carried the guy to the airport put a mirror under the man’s nose, so they could see his breath condensing on the mirror. Faced with proof that he was alive, and the airline put him on the plane.

He was DOA in Philadelphia.

* Why take information off the record when you can’t print it?  Lots of good reasons.  Sometimes sources change their mind and let you go.  Sometimes they let you go on part of the information.  Often they would say, if you find it somewhere else, you can use it.  And knowing the truth of the matter, even if it’s off the record, helps you weed out stuff you hear somewhere else that’s not true.

**I liked Sam.  Sometimes I’d go over to Central Prison to see him for no good reason, just to say hello and stay in touch.  He died in 1992 of a heart attack.

Coming Monday: Work Is A Blessing

 

 

The Bean Counter

After an ATV accident at Snowbird fractured two bones in my back my kinsmen hauled me to a hospital in Andrews, N.C., in the back of a pickup truck.

I couldn’t sit up in the hospital bed. I couldn’t even turn over. And, of course, I couldn’t get out of bed to go to the bathroom. But after two or three days my newspaper’s health insurance carrier said it was time for me to get up, get dressed, and go home. An insurance bean counter in Greensboro, N.C., told the hospital it was done paying for my care.

I was incredulous.

I called Anders Gyllenhaal, executive editor of The News & Observer in Raleigh, where I worked.

Anders
Anders Gyllenhaal

Anders knew about the accident, that I had been injured and hospitalized. I told him about my new problem, the bean counter, and asked him to help me. He asked for her name and telephone number and told me to sit tight. A few minutes later he called back and said to forget about her, just get well.

After a call from the editor of the newspaper with the largest circulation in North Carolina the bean counter had changed her mind. I could stay in the hospital until I was well enough to go home, which turned out to be seven days.

Do you suppose she knew that old adage: Never argue with someone who buys ink by the barrel.

Every once in a while I think about the favor Anders did me. I’m still grateful. But I also wonder: What do you suppose happens to sick or injured people who get jerked around by insurance companies and don’t have a newspaper editor, or someone with just as much pull, in their corner?

NOTE: I stayed in the hospital in Andrews for four days and then was moved by ambulance to Rex Hospital in Raleigh where I stayed three more days.

Coming Friday: Paroled!