Welcome to Sir James Bond II

Backing up three years to 2007, Canadian Wildlife Service investigators and Canada's Justice Department charged an associate and I with nine criminal offences under the Migratory Birds Convention Act and the newly created Species at Risk Act. We were photographing a family of birds. None died. The maximum penalty for each offence was $250,000. That was $4,500,000. I broke down and ended up in a psychiatric ward for two weeks. My brain became injured and needed years to heal the unresponsive me after the break took stolen happy moments with Tina, my soulmate and rock, as well as my children, my grandchildren and friends. My East German Stasi spy friend once told me, 'People who know nothing, believe anything.'

It's strange how things with wills sometimes go awry when family members don't pass away in the right chronological order. My Grandfather Waite was a good example. She willed her assets on her death to be distributed equally among her surviving children. She lived to be 99. That left the spouses of her dead children and their children not on the short end of the stick but off it entirely. On the other hand, my Grandfather McBride did his will as Mom's half-sister got not only the lion's share but almost everything. Mom's sister's husband was an only child. When his parents died, he got everything. When he died, she got everything. Then Grandpa McBride married a second time to the mother of mom's half-sister. He made his second wife the beneficiary of his assets. Mom was an angry with her half-sister that she wrote a scathing letter to family members about the unfairness of her dad's will just before her death. It's ironic wealthy old men and women with neither chick nor child they got making a will and their assets becomes tied up in probate and where it goes nobody knows. With a will, they could leave part or all of it to 'The Waite Bipolar Society'. Wills should be updated every 5 years. Some people in old age die, young babies arrive so that wills should be updated every 5 years. Always 'The Enthusiastic Dreamer', maybe some could be used to care for mental health. Again the dreamer, I envision modern care facilities in a National Park with trees, water and singing birds. They have to be located at least 500 miles away from city metropolis. Take psychiatric patients to such a place and give them back their dignity and eventually back into society.

As a policeman in New Westminster, I did prison escorts to the British Columbia Penitentiary (two years to life) and for several weeks escorted John Emmett McCann and David Ian Clarke to County Court. They were charged with the attempted murder of an Oakalla Prison Guard and were considered two of the most dangerous criminals in all of Canada. About this time Justice Department lawyers created the Habitual Criminal Act, the 'Bitch' and repeat offenders were sentenced to life. McCann was locked up from 1965 until his death from cancer in 2005. On several occasions he appeared in a warden's court and was sentenced to long periods in solitary confinement. The longest was over 700 days. It's incredible a judge alone can sentence a man to life imprisonment and even death. It's a same with a psychiatrist. I know.

As a rookie cop in Burnaby and straight out of training, I saw a young woman in a padded cell right at the entrance onto the lower level. It must have been a prefab cell. Anyway, I began talking to her and Sergeant Ken Jenson, my boss, told me to leave her alone. 'She's a head banger.'

"What's a head banger?"

"It's some kind of a mental illness. Don't upset her."

When I transferred to Maple Ridge, a member of the congregation often sat near me with my wife Carol and I at The Anglican Church of St. John the Divine; British Columbia's oldest church. Shortly afterwards his wife left him for another man. A short time later partner Ron Hurt and I received a call a man was wandering the street thinking he was à la Jesus. Driving to Crease Psychiatric Hospital, I checked the rear view mirror and could see Ron consoling him in the back seat.

A short time later, a young man was arrested and placed in a holding cell for fighting with his wife. She had lost his respect. He was suffering some kind of mental illness. He suicided and some of the younger members, me included, said "Good riddance".