I married one. Does that count?
Hubby’s cousin got out of prison two years ago, after serving 12 years. Her sentence was for accessory to murder, (she was outside, in the vehicle, but eh, never mind, she served her time) and I think there was some drug charges in there somewhere. Her boyfriend was the murderer, and drugs were definitely part of the reason he did it.
Same cousin’s grandson’s stepdad (shirttail relation) has a felony on his record for joyriding as a stupid teen, according to the story. Didn’t come up until he was working with hubby on a pyrotechnic shoot which experienced technical difficulties. It was at this point in the proceedings that we discovered that it was illegal for him to be on site. (Doesn’t change the fact that he’s a safe and competent hand at the craft, but rules are rules.) Grrrrr.
A friend of my own, from when I was in high school has a felony record, and I don’t care. A gentle soul, and a crooked system in that time and place.
One guy we rented to, I’m nearly certain had a record, and likely deserved it. Likeable guy, most of the time.
One guy mom brought home from the bar, when I was ten, and wanted to give me “private exercise lessons” was much less likeable. Mom knew he was fresh out of prison, didn’t think to ask what he’d been in for. Turns out it had been child molestation. No, I didn’t agree to lessons.
Hubby has worked putting on residential roofing for twenty-odd years, off and on. He jokes, however, that he’s not qualified to be a “roofer” because he doesn’t have a criminal record, he doesn’t do drugs, doesn’t even drink alcohol. But a whole lot of the guys that have worked with/for him over the years do. Perhaps not all, but for any one guy, it’s almost a safe bet to get two out of three. So while I may not meet all the guys, I’ve met quite a number of felons–beginning, active, or reformed.
A very well-respected psychiatrist my mother worked with was a skilled amateur photographer. (He’d served in Vietnam with the Army Medical Corp and had some really amazing photos displayed at his workplace.) He was active in his church and volunteered at orphanages. He also made portraits of children - good ones, I’ve seen some - usually for free.
You see where this is going, right?
One day, the police showed up at the practice to arrest him. Turns out he’d been molesting little boys for 20 years, was a contributing editor to NAMBLA, and had a false wall in his house behind which the police found thousands and thousands of pieces of child porn. He also had a photo studio where he took not-so-nice portraits of children. He was aroused by prepubescent boys, but he also took photos of underage girls, to trade with his extensive mailing list of pedophiles, which he kept on his computer along with detailed descriptions of his victims and his activities.
I met him a few times; fortunately, I was sixteen, and too old for his tastes.
My mother, being at the time the administrator of the practice to which he belonged, was the spokesperson for the practice and had to deal with the fallout. Which included a particularly obnoxious investigative reporter who was convinced that the other therapists at the center were involved. She also had the fun of opening his mail after he was convicted and sentenced to 20 years; she saw some things that, as the saying goes, you can’t unsee.
Please please be one of these ladies who marry death-row inmates.
Heh. My first thought as well.
No, I’m a guy. Her first husband robbed some guy and she was in the car.
As a teenager I was many times an altar server whilst this guy was also on the altar (he basically was the “Father Jack” style retired priest in our Parish):
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As mentioned here:
I mentioned this thread to my husband (a felon) - he made a list of most of our friends and the (large) majority are.