My Ramblings

A number of months back I decided I wanted to write a book about my years as a probation worker in Santa Clara County. I started off strong and then lost interest. I don't know if I will ever finish the book but I already have too many interesting things written down to not share them with others. As a result, I have decided to post some of those chapters here on the blog. The working title of the book is “Diary of a Probation Officer.” Following is the beginning of the book: And So It Begins - Part One Working in Juvenile Hall This book is a memoir of my years working for the Santa Clara County Probation Department. My tenure ran from October 1984 to April 2011 and I held a number of job titles and assignments during those years. The book is a true account of my work experiences and observations at the Department. Only some names of my former coworkers have been changed in order to protect their privacy. Those whose true names are used gave me permission to do so. All

I started this post a few days ago and was unable to finish it because my thoughts were pretty jumbled that day. I just didn’t know what I was wanting to get across. Today, as I go back to it again, I still don’t know what I want to say so I’l probably  just leave it as is.  Forty-five years ago today, on November 20, 1968, my father passed away. I always think about him on this date as well as a few other days of the year. I guess it’s only natural that, as the years go by, I think of him less and less. But I always seem to remember him on this date. Over the years, I have compared myself as a father to my own father. We are very different men. Whereas he taught me to fight at the drop of a hat and defend the Faddis name, I did not do that with my son. One way in which we are the same is that we both held steady jobs and provided for our families. As I have written here before, my dad spent very little time with his family because he was either at work or out chasing around in th