{"id":1554,"date":"2015-02-28T23:46:55","date_gmt":"2015-02-28T23:46:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/?p=1554"},"modified":"2015-02-28T23:46:55","modified_gmt":"2015-02-28T23:46:55","slug":"inside-i-cry-for-those-who-are-no-longer-here-and-for-friends-like-cap-who-is-in-lock-down","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sportspaper.org\/?p=1554","title":{"rendered":"Inside I cry for those who are no longer here and for friends like Cap who is in lock-down"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Terry<\/a><\/p>\n

TERRY MOSHER<\/p>\n

Sometimes I have a eureka moment when I discover something that has eluded me for years. I am often accused of being cold, and from outward appearances that is right. I don\u2019t flinch much, or betray my emotions and a big part of that is I have become conditioned by a sportswriting code that you don\u2019t cheer in the press box.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m not really cold, however. In fact, I believe I\u2019m just the opposite. I am deeply sensitive. But, again, I don\u2019t often show it.<\/p>\n

Then Friday Mary and I went to see the movie \u201cStill Alice\u201d which won an Oscar for best actress for Julianne Moore. I don\u2019t believe she deserved to win after watching the movie, but that debate is for another time.<\/p>\n

While watching Moore as lead character Alice Howland, a Columbia University linguistics professor, slide into the latter period of early-onset Alzheimer\u2019s it suddenly came to me: I hide my emotions expertly. I can reveal them in my writing, but in person I shove them deep down into my soul.<\/p>\n

Mary started crying at this point in the movie and she turned to me and asked if I was crying. I said \u201cno\u201d, but inside I was hurting for the lead character, Alice. Alzheimer is terrible stuff. A neighbor died because of it and every time Mary and I misplace something we think we have Alzheimer\u2019s.<\/p>\n

As a side note, one of the leading characters of all time in downtown Bremerton is behind locked doors in an east Bremerton facility that cares for Alzheimer patients. That would be Cap DeMiero, who I have written extensively about.<\/p>\n

Cap cut hair around 40 years in downtown Bremerton and attracted clients from all over because of his gift of gab and his love for just about anything, but especially jazz. Cap played the bass in about every joint and hotel from here to Tacoma and Seattle. He has an amazing background \u2013 a U.S Marine who fought in Korea, and was proud of doing it and being a Marine \u2013 plus countless stories of his life and this area and growing up in Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n

I get a angry feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I drive across the Warren Avenue Bridge to east Bremerton because I start to think about Cap being in lockdown and nobody appears to care. Out of sight, out of mind.<\/p>\n

Twice I have visited Cap, and the last time I did I don\u2019t think he knew me, although he tried to pretend he did. I feel terrible for Cap and for the circumstances that he is in and know that he will not leave the facility until his heart finally stops beating.<\/p>\n

I realized during the Alice movie that I have an abnormal feeling for people who have died or otherwise incapacitated. I can remember vivid details \u2013 often I see them \u2013 of people who I was close to, like my good friend Dick Scott who was killed in a car accident in 1962.<\/p>\n

That was 53 years ago and yet I still see Dick giving me a big smile as he drives like the Red Baron on the Harbor Freeway in Los Angeles or stirring a lethal alcoholic concoction in a plastic pitcher we get to take to the nearby beach in Hermosa Beach (California) and enjoy the sun, body surfing and, most of all, the girls in bikinis while enjoying the fruits of his culinary effort.<\/p>\n

Mary gets upset with me when I bring up somebody from the past that is no longer living. But I can\u2019t help it. Last night I was thinking about an old girl friend who in her last 20 years was strapped in a wheelchair during the day and strapped in bed at night in a state facility because she had a severe case of MS. \u00a0I can see in my mind my last visit to her just before she died in 1986.<\/p>\n

I called my brother Ronnie on Tuesday because it was his birthday and we got to talking about his oldest child who has had MS for 35 years, has 24-hour around the clock care and can\u2019t move an inch of her body, yet her mind is sharp and she runs her house (yes, she stubbornly insists on living in her own home) with strict authority.<\/p>\n

But I feel her pain and how terrible it must be to be a prisoner of her own body. It\u2019s terrible, I told Ronnie. And it is very terrible, and while I can\u2019t suffer along with her, I can feel it to some degree.<\/p>\n

I constantly think of how much in turmoil the world is and wonder why God doesn\u2019t do something about it. As I sit in the comfort of my home I feel pangs of guilt because in places like the Middle East the slaughter of people and the destruction of whole cities continue unabated. I can\u2019t ignore it even if I try, and I feel terrible about it and can\u2019t do anything about it.<\/p>\n

Then I read that the Republicans want to make the wealthy wealthier and want to make the poor even poorer. Most of the Rs. hate the president because 1) they think he is Muslin or 2) he\u2019s black and isn\u2019t worthy of his position.<\/p>\n

I wish I could take away all the hurt. It hurts me that others are hurt, even if I don\u2019t show it.<\/p>\n

Inside, I cry for Cap and my niece and all the people who have been saddled with problems that I can\u2019t wish away. I especially cry for Cap who meant so much to others and to the downtown area of Bremerton and life goes on as if he never was.<\/p>\n

I guess that\u2019s life, and death. Easy come, easy go. Life goes on and the sadness leave in time.<\/p>\n

Except for me. The sadness is always present. I can\u2019t forget.<\/p>\n

Be well pal.<\/p>\n

Be careful out there.<\/p>\n

Have a great day.<\/p>\n

You are loved.<\/p>\n

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