Herban Sprawl

Last night I was asked by my dear friend, the mother-of-the-incarcerated, to be the administrator of the legal defense fund. I agreed. Big Kitty will provide the math skills, and I’ll provide the non-profit fundraising skills. (Such as they are!)

Thanks to some stellar advice from a younger, more electronic-banking literate friend-of-the-incarcerated, I will be visiting a large bank with a strong presence here in the southeastern portion of the U.S. to open an account later this morning.

It’s going to be tricky. My banker hasn’t spoken or communicated with me since before Thanksgiving. The door’s been open, but he’s had his back turned on it. However, when it comes to opening an account and being instructed on what I can and cannot do, there is no one else I’d use. Especially in this instance.

So, to paraphrase The House Goddess, I gotta put on my good bra and march on out of here with my head up and a sashay in my step. Well, forget the sashay, it’s still raining like hell here. I’ll be dancing between the raindrops, dontchaknow!

So, all of you still wondering how you can help… be prepared to contribute. We have to raise $25,000 in short order. No contribution is too small, and no contribution will go unacknowledged, unless you don’t provide me with your contact information.