About the first of September 1989, Tylor was moved to the home of Nikki and Alan Pastre. They lived in the Monmouth School District near the Benton/Polk County line. Also living with them were their two children, and their family pets. As you may recall, though, I am not supposed to know where my son is living, or with whom. The reason soon became all too evident.
Shortly after Tylor was taken out to his new home for the first time for a visit, he and I were out and about together as was customary when we visited. Tylor was all excited about his "New Home" and just couldn't wait to show me where it was and to have me meet the people he would be staying with. I drove while he directed me the miles and turns until we arrived at the driveway of the house he was to call home for a while.
As I was aware that I was not supposed to know anything about where Tylor was moving to, nor the names of the people he was to live with, I made the excuse that it was "Too Late" in the evening to call on these people, and we turned around and drove away. Later when I returned Tylor to my parents home it came out that I did indeed know where the Pastres lived. I'm also sure that Tylor made sure the Pastres knew that I knew where he was also, just as soon as he could.
The net effect was this. The CSD decided that since the cat was out anyway, (what they failed to tell me was how well they had loaded the Pastres with all the derogatory information they could about Tylor's father.) that I might just as well be the one to drive out to the foster home and pick up, then deliver, Tylor at the times he came home for his visits. They also failed to inform the Pastre`s that since I was aware of their name and place of residence, that I would be the one doing the transporting to and from their home.
Just to be sure you understand the situation I was being led into, let me relate some of the descriptive terms CSD had used to describe me to the Pastres while they were failing to tell the Pastres about any of Tylor's difficulties.
The Pastres told me these things after the fireworks were over, so to speak. What they had been told was that I was, "an unreasonable, low-brow, sort of an animal who you had to be careful not to insult, or suffer the consequences. That was how I was told it the first time Nikki, Alan and I talked as reasonable adults several months, (about 6, or was it 8?) later. By that time they had figured out they had been lied to about Tylor and his family situation so thoroughly that for CSD to have lied about Tylor's father only made sense.
You will excuse me while I don't relate the rest of what the Pastre reported they had been led to believe about me. Since it turns out I really am sort of a normal person, it will probably make sense that I have no desire to dwell on the negative thoughts about me I have heard are being said by those wonderful, caring, honest, and professional people of the CSD. (Not to mention the Juvenile Department.)