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WELCOME TO FRANKLINSWRITINGCORNER.COM!  Thank you for stopping by and I hope that you get an opportunity to explore my blog site and find something you like of interest.  I came into blogging a few years ago, which was inspired by my wife, labellanoire, who had a blog of her own sometime ago.  She inspired me to share my story ideas with the rest of the world and see how it works for me.  I have to say I love it and I plan on keeping and staying on this track for years to come.  In 2012, in the Washington Post magazine, I had a fictional story called the “Red Barn” printed along with an article about me.  I have to say this was exciting and gave me the motivation knowing that I have what it takes to get noticed, and that I have the skill and creativity to draw in my readers and fans alike.  With that published article in the Washington Post magazine on my mind when I write, I also use real life events to inspire my writing to keep readers interested and to hopefully be a loyal fan!  I look forward to seeing and hearing from you as time goes on with my fiction and non-fiction stories, and giving you the opportunity to learn more about me so I can learn more about you!  The reader!


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3PM – Monday, March 30, 2015

“How to live with someone who has an illness, what your vows mean under this declaration and our experiences”


Henry Scott

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Repost – March 17, 2015 (Crime & Mystery Blog)

I have been in the nations’ workforce since around the age of 14 or 15, when I started my work adventures as a plumber apprentice. I did this work for about four years, nearly every weekend during the school year and six days a week during the summer seasons. Doing this kind of work for so long has given me the knowledge and confidence in knowing that I can recognize good and lazy work. There is a lot I need to be refreshed on so I can be 100% back where I was when I did the job, but I can at least fix and repair simple, and some complex jobs, without the need of a professional all the time. During my four years as a plumber apprentice, I was appreciated nearly every day for my work since I worked for a private/sole proprietorship company. I was an employee that he needed and relied on to help get the jobs completed and done right. Working in the blistering sun during the summer times, like a slave working in the cotton fields, was probably the hardest and most grunt work I’ve ever done. I am subject to migraines, not so much now since I got older, but back during my teenage and young twenties migraines came almost two to three times a week during the summer time. Somehow I was able to work through it, sick as a dog later, and get the job done without sacrificing the work. In his own way, not always of monetary value, he showed his appreciation by either giving me a day off, paying for my lunch, giving me a raise, or showed his appreciation for the help in some way, shape or form.

I have worked plenty of jobs since then and learned how an employee should be appreciated and kept happy as best as possible. My worse job I ever did was being a cashier at a grocery store, which I did for a year, with spoiled ass customers and off the wall requests that would most of the time hold up my line, which of course frustrated customers. Even here doing this God awful job in dealing with the public, I was often appreciated for what I did such as not going on break due to a huge flow of customers, retrieving shopping carts, deshopping items and other things. Then I finally left a month before, after the Christmas Holiday, my ship out date to military boot camp in hot ass Alabama. When I joined the military in the late 1990’s, my first duty station was Panama in the summer of 1999. Appreciation was hard to come by, but it was definitely shown by my fellow soldiers and certain higher ranking members. Throughout my time in the military being appreciated seemed to be as scarce as it can be from the commissioned officers, and some non-commissioned officers, but I did my job anyway regardless. As long as my job was completed as it was supposed to and I did it right, I was happy and learned to not expect appreciative words or actions. I joined the civilian law enforcement career field in the early 2000’s and this is where I learned the term happy employees make good employees.

The job of a police officer is under appreciative as it is from the public, but you don’t expect the stress and under appreciation to come from your own ranks. Most police officers are more stressed out from within the ranks and from their employer, than from dealing with the public on a daily basis. This is where appreciation can go a long way in getting the most from your employees and watching them go above and beyond. I have worked for some employers that I didn’t mind going out of my way or above and beyond the call of duty because they would appreciate your efforts and will. Others would just look at you as if you had multiple heads or like you are just crazy for doing what you are doing. If you heard the statement or term “I would go to bat with him/her”, “I would go to war with this person”, or “I would go in the trenches for this person” is where the appreciation comes in. You have to understand and know your employees and what makes them tick and what makes them operate the way they do. I’m not saying you need to be with them 24/7, but as time goes on you should learn about your employees and how they work and their work ethic.

In certain area cultures in this country, appreciation is only given when you meet someone’s personal status of what they believe is a good and hardworking employee. If you don’t make a certain income level, know a certain person of a certain status, the same race, religion or ethnicity, or part of a certain clique you being appreciated is going to be hard to come by. I understand that appreciating an employee is shown in several different ways, but you have to let them know that you care about them and what they are doing. It goes vice versa too if an employee don’t appreciate the work and adjustment that the employer is doing to accommodate or work around them, then it won’t be returned to you. However, receiving appreciation sometimes can be overwhelming and unexpected as that has happened to me when I was a mail clerk in Tysons Corner, Virginia working for Aramark. I would always serve and deliver mail and packages for this company called BARENTS Group, who were the best type of people to work with and to conversate with. I still to this day miss most of the people there, and I am blessed to know that I have reconnected with some of them. I was given a cake for my birthday, invited to the conference rooms after their meetings to enjoy the rest of the food, bringing me Mardi Gras cake, and I mean all this was because they appreciated what I did for them. I felt so happy and so much appreciative that I went out of my way for them when I could and returned the favor.

I worked hard for them and was quickly putting their mail and packages as a priority to anyone else’s in the building. They did things for me that they didn’t have to do, but when they did it was honest and thoughtful. Today, I am experiencing another appreciation from my employer that I didn’t see coming at all, and that I truly appreciate them for doing so. I can’t speak about it right now, but with this show of appreciation towards me it let me know that they do care about my well-being, my morale and want to show me that I am wanted. This is something that they could have easily not done and just basically say to me good luck and we hope that things turn out for the better. With my previous job, that would’ve been the expected answer, but up here where I am not so close to the nation’s capital political theatre, things run differently and it appears that employees are appreciated better or more. You work hard and sacrifice your time and effort to make sure things are done as planned, they recognize that and actually appreciate you with meaning and purpose. In the near future I will share what that appreciation is, but just know that I am happy and morale has been boosted. When you are receiving blessings like this, and you are not used to it, it can feel odd and make you curious as if they have a mysterious agenda. Nope. Nothing of that has been noticed or seen. I will say this though, be appreciative for what you have, be thankful for what you have, continue to do your work as you are supposed to and everything God planned out will come to light, and it will be easier for you to see it and accept it.

Henry Scott (Original Blog Post)

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“Digital Realm” Season II – Has moved to this blog!

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This past weekend on March 7, 2015, my lovely veteran police wife turned 32 years old!  I’ve been involved in the law enforcement career field since March 1998, and on the civilian side of the law since March 2003, and she has been with me in just over seven of those years.  Not only is being a police officer not for everyone, but being a police wife, or in our terms “police wifey”, is definitely not for every woman.  We didn’t get a chance to celebrate too much for her making it to another blessed birthday, but just time with her and I alone, and with our four legged son, was a great time enough.  Prior to her birthday weekend approaching, I had pondered on all the things her and I went through in us knowing each other for over eight years.  I’m pretty sure there was a time in our early merging of our lives that we wasn’t sure if this marriage would work out or just sink like the Titanic.

Neither of our families and our friends have even half the information, or knowledge, of what her and I have been through.  We have only told our families, and close friends, what we want them to know and to understand why we do certain things.  As time goes along for the both of us, we have grown into a very strong team and have seen each other grow up physically, mentally and spiritually.  She definitely gets the strong woman award in dealing with my work schedule I had while working in College Park, Maryland from us meeting in 2006 until I left in 2014.  My wife, Natasha, is part of a police wife blog that she nearly checks on a daily basis, where police wives and newly wife members share ideas, ask questions of what to do when certain things happen and how to deal with his job hours.  Some time ago, while I was still working in Maryland, my wife explained to other police wives about how my scheduled worked.  She got nasty responses, not at her personally, but towards my work schedule, from other police wives in crime-ridden cities, such as Detroit, Miami, Los Angeles and St. Louis, don’t even deal with.  They are more crime ridden than most towns and cities in Maryland combined, and they’re schedule wasn’t as asinine as ours.

The schedule I had to deal with on a regular basis was, in my opinion, stupid and idiotic, but was never changed for the better.  We did at one time have permanent shifts, which is when I met Natasha, and everyone was happy and having a good time enjoying their work.  Some genius (sarcasm) decided to jack up everyone’s happiness and well-being because apparently our “command staff” was afraid of corruption for having a permanent midnight shift.  To me that was a bunch of bullshit, but that didn’t only break up everyone’s happiness, but broke up the best squad I’ve even been a part of.  My wife had gotten used to our squad gatherings and inviting each other over to our homes for cookouts and whatnot.  Even then she took the disturbance kind of personal, and had a few choice words that I can’t recite on here, lol!  Once my schedule changed for the worse, it was at this point that our marriage would be tested through the waters of being a police wife and a police officer in trying to keep a happy home.  For sure, there were some trying times in our marriage with holidays being missed, anniversaries being disrupted by me working, family time and gatherings being passed by and other traditions that got destroyed in the process.

My work schedule, at many times in our marriage, came up as a discussion and sometimes arguments.  I can’t tell you how many times I had to stop my wife from coming down to the station so she didn’t curse out the captain or anyone wearing the brass rank.  While many times our marriage was tested beyond anyone else’s patience and understanding, she was then diagnosed with Lupus in the summer of 2011.  Her health challenges, along with my jacked up and idiotic schedule, made more of a strain at times and had her in a depressed mood nearly every week.  Things got even worse for us when I was working evening shift, but hardly anyone at work even had an idea of what was going on at home.  Most of our arguments and major disagreements came when I was working evenings, which at one point I made a mental note of and expressed my concerns to her about it.  My wife even figured out that herself and we vowed to have better communication between each other, and make sure we express our emotions and discontent in a more normal tone.  Sure, we had a lot of misunderstandings, but with my jacked up schedule and her dealing with the new diagnosed lupus disease, our marriage had to find another base level and made us realize we need to be very good to each other every day.

This woman has been extremely good to me and have been by my side through the worse and the best.  No previous relationships I have ever had DO NOT compare to what I have now, and if I take the same problems her and I had in the past, and put it with those relationships, they would’ve failed miserably.  Past relationship issues are kindergarten in comparison, and have definitely grown us up into wonderful human beings.  I am in no way saying that our relationship/marriage is perfect now, but it is perfect for us and we owe no one any explanations as to why we do certain things.  This woman has stuck by me when I had no power for over two months while living in Ellicott City, Maryland; major car problems; major financial problems; credit problems and etc.  While all dealing with her inner demons of depression and wondering why she deserved my love all the time, and not just treat her horribly and leave.  There is still a lot of things that everyone outside of the two of us don’t know, and as time goes on little will be let out at a time.  Right now, my wife and I have moved on to a new chapter in our lives and marriage where we are much happier and healthier.  With her lupus condition, for her, moving down south or southwest was not an option as the heat and/or humidity in the summer would nearly put her in the hospital on a weekly basis.  Moving up to the northeast, back to her hometown no less, was the best move and this past winter was a great one for us, regardless of the massive snow storms and levels.

Since finding a new agency to work for I am much happier in my career, and it feels like I received a B12 shot.  The schedule I work now are more of normal people hours and I get to be home with the family at night for the most part, unless I’m doing a transport or other duties.  My wife and I were speaking about all this last night, while putting everything into perspective her and I have gone through too much for a marriage to sustain.  However, we have made that happen in the past seven years going on eight, nine and ten years.  It definitely takes a special woman to deal with my complicated and spoiled ass at times, but she knows me better than anyone else, family and friends, and vice versa.  In a new career chapter in my life on the rise, she will be right next to me walking along the path and adjusting to new challenges as they arise.  Our life up here is like living on cloud nine in comparison to living in the D.C. Metropolitan area, which is where I was born and raised.  It was time for us to move and grow our wings elsewhere, as I felt stifled personally and career wise.  Other police wives can learn a lot from my wife and gain good advice in how to deal with career changes, health challenges, surgeries, mental challenges and moving, along with horrible working hours and attempting to sustain a financial and marriage base.  I hope one day she will write something on this blog to explain to you all what challenges she had to face in herself and with us.  My wife is a trooper for real and I couldn’t have ask for anyone better!

Henry Scott

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This past weekend, from Saturday morning to Monday afternoon, my wife and I took a trip to my old neighborhood, Largo, Maryland, and spent time with my mother and baby sister.  It had been quite sometime since we have both seen them, and it was a very nice weekend full of relaxation and catching up on things that we were not aware of.  We were not able to see and spend time with my father as he was in Georgia on a job related function, for a company that let him go, but now has him working part-time doing what he did once before.  I don’t completely understand how that works, but basically the guy that took my dad’s job after he left, doesn’t know what he is doing apparently and now needs my father back with the company to assist him.  The entire company is another conversation entirely so I will leave it at that for now.

The arrangement my wife and I had, a while back, was to alternate holidays with her family and my family every other year.  That plan and agenda has been completely blown out of the water, and our plan to come back to Maryland for a certain holiday is either spiked with one of us working or bad weather making the trip too dangerous and risky.  This past Christmas was supposed to be our time to go down to Maryland and spend time with my side of the family, but once again work got in the way, but this time it was my wife’s job that hindered that process.  While down there this past weekend, however, we are glad we didn’t make the trip down for Christmas from the statements that were made to us about some family members.  Even though our Christmas Day dinner up here in Albany, New York was nice and quite and very easy, it was practically mayhem in certain ways hearing from witnesses.

It is a tradition for my mother and one or two other family members, such as my sisters, to make Christmas Day dinner on Christmas Eve.  The following day one family member arrived at the house, earlier than expected, and brought a dish full of greens and hamhocks.  Well, obviously my mother was quite surprised to receive this dish from this particular family member, who normally does a dessert dish.  I have to say that this particular family member needs to stick with making dessert dishes and stop trying to experiment and expand her cooking horizon.  I am no gourmet chef or trying to be one, but you don’t make greens with hamhocks, put them in a plastic container, freeze them in said container and then bring them over to a traditional dinner that all are looking forward too having and to socialize.  What kind of knucklehead puts frozen dishes or dish in a plastic container, freezes it and then expect to serve that type of dish at a family function.  Yeah, people were really excited to take a spoon, dip into your watery, frozen, greasy, mushy dish instead of eating fresh, steamed kale with no added seasoning.

My mother had to remake the kale over and over again, because people were quite sure they didn’t want a taste of a killed dish, with a side of plastic shards penetrating your oral cavity and causing you to taste iron from your own blood.  This is the same particular family member that called herself trying to help my wife and I out years ago when we were looking for a new vehicle.  Apparently, that didn’t go so well for this particular family member when she got cussed out by my wife for her pretentious and phony ways.  It has been a good four to five years since both of us has even really spoken a word to this particular family member.  Sure, we saw her a few years ago at my mother’s Christmas Day party, but no words were exchanged.  How can I look at this particular person in the face and have a conversation when this particular family member basically stole my identity, opened up an account in my name and had to have my father in on it to sign my name.  Let me tell you something, it was like trying to walk on ice with inline blades in trying to get that money out of the account.  It was opened up the time I was in Afghanistan and the bank swore I knew about it.

So this particular family member can’t be trusted as like a tree growing legs and leaving the forest.  This wasn’t the only person that we spoke of, but it was amongst the many things that were discussed.  I did, however, see my niece and nephew, along with their mother and father, and had fun with them as well.  Explaining the details of my new job and the culture in the Northeast, got all of them thinking of moving up! LOL!  I wouldn’t mind at all, but certain people may try to block that and denounce the move.  WHATEVER!! My mother and two of my three sisters don’t give a damn what certain people say, which is where I get it from.  During this weekend visit our dog-son, Romeo, met his dog-cousin, Cali, for the first time.  The encounter was rough at first, but by the end of the weekend they were able to be around each other without kissing teeth.  I also got to see my little sister’s drawings for class and personal reasons.  I am very proud of her and glad I can be a role model for her to follow.  Don’t be surprised if you start seeing some of her work on here, as we are in discussions of teaming up in the near future.  She followed my footsteps in the art and military industry, but now we get to be together in something.

I love writing and she loves drawing!  I think this team can work in the long haul!  Although questions did rise out of my wife’s brain about certain things, the trip was worth mileage and time!  See you next time Maryland!

Henry Scott

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