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didn't Chico go on to get his own tv show? you know, "Chico and the Man?" :/

A few notes on what it's like to work in a mental hospital:
--every day is different
--there's always more to learn
--don't take anything too personally
--every patient is first of all a person with a unique story and unique needs and gifts
--humor goes a *long* way
--tons of rules, and tons of paper work!

i call bottom bunk....bad back ya'll

Are there really UNmental people?? What are they like? Where can I go to see them?

I wonder how many people with mental illness--the so-called "crazy" "insane" people-- a person who makes comments like this has known in real life.

I've seen plenty of "normal" people break things in anger. Tables tipped over, cupboard doors dented, cars kicked, telephones thrown, books ripped up, vases knocked down, even one or two television screens kicked in and numerous golf clubs smashed into the ground.

oooooohhh. cells with windows. who'd a thunk it?

One Christmas in the early 70s stands out because my brother got an Atari game set with "Pong." We thought that was really something! We played it in the family room in the basement (freshly remodeled with dark wood panelling and shag carpet) on our parents' old black and white tv. Another aspect of the remodeling had been the purchase of the family's first color television. The first television I owned personally was a 10" black and white bought at a garage sale, for my first home outside the college dorm--a single rented room with shared bath down the hall.

The summer I moved there I took one summer session class. I selected it mainly because it was held in the afternoons in the computer building, one of the few campus buildings that had air conditioning back then. The mainframes took up an entire room. All printing was also done there, no matter where the computer you used was located on campus. You sent your file to the printer, then walked to the computer center, where there was a giant clock showing the "turnaround time"--how long it would take for your document to be printed after you sent it to the printer.

The first personal computer I used was a Tandy 1000. My husband got it via one of those "30-day free trial" offers. I used it to type his final project for his master's degree, then he returned it to the store because we had a new baby and couldn't afford to keep the computer.

Another present my brother got the same year as "Pong" was one of the first hand-held calculators. It was the size of a small notepad, did nothing other than add, subtract, multiply, and divide, and cost about $85.

How times have changed! I think about all the advances of technology I have seen in my life, but even those are nothing compared to what my grandmother saw. She was born in the days of the horse and buggy, when telephones, electricity, and indoor plumbing were novel luxuries. Airplanes, television, even radio were unheard of. When she died, we had been to the moon and back, had supersonic jets, satellite phones, nuclear power and weapons, organ transplants, 24-hour television and shopping, computers and the Internet...

where were the ploice then

last time i was here the ' mother goose' boats were still near the lake. i always thought they were a bit creepy.

dr house live on stage

look like a nun

i live about 10 minutes from the enchanted forest, i have a bunch of pictures of myself as a child taken there. motts - have you ever visited "hell house", the "heart-break bridge" or the old girls school also in ellicott city? if not i have a ton of pictures of both if you're interested.

Kind of a parallel to the patients here. I picture them like this bird, trapped here, then slowly dying an agonizing death. The only difference is that the patients were dying inside as well as out. Very moving

love ur shots Motts.

I think that I'd have a hard time getting much work done at that desk though.

Wonderful shot! I'd love to visit here sometime.

Reminds me of my first time in prison. The place had formerly been an insane asylum. Today it is Eastern Ore. Correctional Inst. located in Pendleton,Ore. Anyway the toilets were just like photo except there were no dividers! It was supposed to be haunted. I had a job washing dishes in kitchen. It was connected with the tunnels that most of the old institutions had. It was a creepy place.