Day after day I noticed the newspaper on the galley table. It was the local New Orleans paper that the pilot brought with him days ago as he met our boat to assist us up the mighty Mississippi to New Orleans. Each day the paper showed more signs of abuse. It was well read by the crew by the time I picked it up and looked at the front page.
I should have skipped right to the sports section, because once again this story follows me. All the way to New Orleans from Happy Valley Pennsylvania, Jerry Sandusky tracks me better than a Cajun hunting dog. You remember him, don't you? He's the old man that raped the young boy in the Penn State shower, was seen doing so by an assistant football coach who reported it to his daddy who reported it to the head football coach who reported it to his boss who reported it to nobody.
A New Orleans state senator proposed a bill the other day the basically stipulates, if you see a boy getting raped in a shower, you will be obligated by law to report it to the AUTHORITIES, not to your daddy.
If you don't, you could be fined and/or imprisoned.
New Orleans doesn't care that you may loose your job for doing the right thing, they just want you to do the right thing.
I think it's a sad state of affairs when we as a society have to be threatened with fines and imprisonment by the government to convince us to do the right thing.
I love what Senator J.P. Morrell is doing.
I just think it's sad that he has to.