Years of doing business, and in business with such sorts as were the managers there at Sunrise Retirements, I had a way to hold a man to promises kept, whether verbal or otherwise with the nod of a head.
For years I carried with me a briefcase, and it had a special ability to visually record a meeting; showing the man to whom I spoke and made an agreed contract.
A picture is worth a thousand words in court, and it the case i had to prepare to save my Richard, his picture and a visual rerun of the video tape onto my camera, would offer a new item to play on You-Tube for all to see.
Publicity was the key, Richard want nothing of it, or unless when he would let one of his dehumanized poor souls tread their last steps onto an auctioneer block and sell them off to be slaughtered.
My dearest wife had not the stamina or the ability to keep anything a secret, so to inform her of what happened to Richard and of what I would plan was a foolish thought at best!
Briefcase in hand, I would use it and take along an easel, as if to paint the serene scenes of pastoral beauty of nature and with farm animal seeming living at peace with one and another.
Stopped and searched, a quick peering look inside the briefcase offered only a sticky mess of gobs of paints, dirty brushes, and beneath it all lay my camera.
An interview with a growing bigger by the day Hereford bull did well, as Richard would nod his head in answering my often lurid and suggestive questioning.
The taping of the video tape had lousy clarity, and I worked feverishly, many a night to blend the video into a worthwhile showing of what a son looks like after he comes to Sunrise Research and is then made to live on their farm.
Daring not to try a download my video to the Internet from a home computer, I took the scenic bus on a day trip to town, to the public library, and there before not a peering eye did I send off my video into the world.