I am in Michigan doing an intervention.
     These are such good people I am with. Dear “salt of the earth mid western,ers”. They work hard, love their kids, go to church, while over shadowed by the alcoholism of the grandparents. When I work with these midwest & east coast families I am up against the cult of the Moose Lodges. I have seen a Moose Lodge in Lake Elsinore, but back her it is much more in the drinking family culture. The Moose has some charity work, orphanages, BUT the main function of the Moose is to allow the daily drinking alcoholi’s a place to hang out drink, gamble, and tell themselves they are ligetimate social charity, family oriented, community group.
Let me tell you my opinion, and I have an educated, experienced opinion because I spent a good chunck of my childhood in the Moose, Elks, Eagle’s, and Fire Halls. As the daughter of an alcoholic. It sucked. I hated it. I would have to go ther with my Dad to “sign up” (some kind of organized gambeling deal that means you can’t miss a day of drinking because your number may hit in you absence of “signing up.”. Then I guess you miss out on the blessed opportuity of a life time (when your number hits). The way it was explained to me, as I understand it is this. One plays the same number everyday of their life. If “your number” hits and you dom’t win then you are some kind of slacker, who shuns Devine opportuities and Gos may only offer us a few.
So Daddy let me know that we had to suit up and show up, even though I am tired & hungry & five, even though I feel so scare. As he changes more with each shot & beer, and I know it’s not right for him to drive us home, many shots and beers later when he wakes me up from while I am sleeping on the pool table and it seems he might drop me and him both as we stagger to the car. Mommy is going to be mad and yell & yell, Maybe cry and throw things. I hate our day after day at the Moose. I want school to start. I want to disapear.As I got a little older I wanted to be dead. A few more years pass and I am just like him truthfully I’m worse. I leave my kids with m7 Mum who is still yelling, crying, and she is worse too.