Steven E Morrell:  

CLASS OF 1978
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Phoenix, AZ
Phoenix, AZ

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Lets see ... How to sum up 30 years without being boring ... I held a lot of different jobs, most of them pretty hum-drum and I'd like to forget about. Along the way I held several jobs for the government. My least favorite was Eligibility Interviewer for the Arizona Department of Economic Security, interviewing and determining eligibility for food stamps, general assistance, emergency assistance, AHCCCS, etc. Ugh! There were a few clerk/typist jobs for Maricopa County, all for one division or another of Health Services. I also worked as a Licensing Clerk for Maricopa County Animal Control, also a division of Health Services. I later worked as a Justice Court Clerk. I was originally hired for a special project that was part of a pilot program. I really enjoyed this particular job because I got to work pretty much independently, and the assignment involved a lot of detail-oriented multitasking. I had to watch out for a lot of different things all at the same time. I developed a set of procedures I liked to follow, and a few of these eventually became standard procedure for everyone. When Admin decided that the court clerks needed somebody they could call when they had a question about procedure (a help desk), I was appointed to train the assistant administrator who would be the help desk for the criminal case clerks. Sometimes, I would get farmed out to one of the courts to cover for a clerk who was on vacation, or to temporarily fill a vacancy until a permanent clerk could be hired to fill it. At one time or another, I worked on every type of case heard in a Justice of the Peace court. I later went to work as a regular Justice Court Clerk, working the misdemeanor desk. At this point, the guy I trained as the help desk became ... my helpdesk. In practice, I was still one of two people he called when he had questions. The other person he called was the Chief Clerk at the court where I was working. For cross-training purposes, most of us were later shifted to a different, unrelated desk, and I ended up on the domestic violence caseload (Orders of Protection and Injunctions Prohibiting Harassment, the so-called "restraining orders"). Then the precinct borders were redrawn, and this meant that a lot of cases had to be transferred to the court that now had jurisdiction over the address at issue. Because of the shift in caseloads, some courts ended up with too many clerks, and other courts didn't have enough. Because I was actually cross-trained in all JP court case categories, I was transferred to another court where I worked the domestic violence caseloads, as well as the small claims cases. I later went on to work as a sort of freelance victim advocate, taking on some pretty big bullies on behalf of my clients. This brought on a lot of government watchdog work, and I got an insider reputation with local government as someone they really didn't want to tangle with (they tried, and it really backfired on them, big-time). Now I hold a seat on an advisory council for one of the AHCCCS insurance plans. Within AHCCCS guidelines, we try to make the insurance plan as member-friendly as possible. For part of this, we review each edition of the member handbook to make sure members can find the information they're looking for, and check the wording to make sure it's written in clear, everyday language. We also develop programs to remind members to go to the doctor for annual wellness exams, take their kids in for their immunizations and boosters, and other reminders for members with specific medical conditions, such as diabetes. We educate members to know when to go to the ER, when to instead go to an urgent care facility, and when its best to go directly to their doctor. We also promote member self-advocacy: we provide helpful guidelines to make the most of every doctor visit (no matter whether its an office visit, or a visit to the ER or urgent care); to know their rights as a patient; to stick up for themselves and their family members; and who to contact with their concerns or complaints when they feel something isn't right. Recently (May 2010), the DEA shut down the offices of a valley doctor and a chain of pharmacies in connection with their investigation of complaints of prescription fraud and other serious charges that have resulted or contributed in the deaths of several people. Most of the complaints were levied because the patients and their families were observant enough to know that things weren't being done properly or were for some other reason questionable, and they knew who to take their concerns and complaints to. It's staggering to think of how many more people could have died or been harmed if these medical charlatans hadn't been stopped. I have to change the subject before I go on and on about this ... After high school, I continued my creative pursuits. Sophomore year, I was active in the Drama Department, and later took drama class with Mr. Snow. I got involved in community theater, and in the summer of '78, took my first steps from church pageants and school plays into the real deal. I was in six plays (South Pacific; The Taming of the Shrew; Jackie and the Beanstalk; Damn Yankees; How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying; and Shiedelmeyer), a couple of Reviews, one Halloween scare shop, and an arts film that will probably never be seen. Alhambra alumni would be interested in knowing that for one year, the AHS Theater doubled as Phoenix Theater West, then for another year was the home of its successor, Musical Theater Showcase. We did quality work while we had the chance, and it was all due to the hard work of Alhambra's very own drama coach, Fred Snow. Thank you, Fred, for everything you did for us, and for sharing your vision with us. We came together as a community and worked magical and musical wonders to behold. It's funny that when I auditioned for South Pacific in '78, I didn't think myself a dancer. I had been pretty good when I was younger, but I had forgotten all about it. I was surprised when the choreographer approached me two weeks before opening night, wanting to know why I hadn't been coming to dance rehearsal. I didn't know I was on the dance team. He was really upset. He said I was one of his "best movers." It was too late to work me in, but he had me understudy every male dancer, "just in case someone gets run over backstage by a steamroller." At almost the last minute, one of the dancers dropped out, and I was instantly multicast. Both parts and being a dancer didn't conflict or create any problems, except for one really hectic costume and make-up ch...Expand for more
ange, when I had less than two minutes to go from Polynesian servant to American sailor. But it was a turning point for me. I discovered I could dance. The following summer (Damn Yankees), I was made men's dance captain, a duty I would still have the following summer (How to Succeed...), with the addition of assistant choreographer. Who knew? It was something I was really passionate about. I was in the teacher's program at Arthur Murray and certified across the board at bronze. I later repeated this and continued halfway to silver at Fred Astaire. Sure, I watch Dancing with the Stars. I score the competitors and compare my score with Carry Ann, Len and Bruno. I score pretty close to them, usually seeing the same things that need work or improvement, sometimes missing something due to a bad camera angle or not seeing the dancers' feet on screen, and sometimes catching things the judges never mention. Of course, I don't delude myself into thinking I can give Derek, Max or any of the other male pro dancers a run for their money. In dance, they've schooled as far as school can go; they've got the dancer's equivalent of a doctorate: I'm lucky if I'm at sixth grade, by comparison. I'm happy if I see them do a dance step I recognize. I'm just as entertained and amazed at what I see as anyone else ... I just have a little insider knowledge, that's all. Mostly, I take a mental note of the really cool stuff so I can use it later, myself. ;oD Freshman year, I was Secretary of the Creative Writing Club. I wasn't ready for that, just yet. But I kept mulling over the story ideas I had even then, and they grew and developed over time. I've spent all these years researching what I needed to know, and I've begun to write ... a lot. I have several novels in the works, with the possibility of continuing some of them into their own series of novels, if enough people have an interest in wanting to know what happens next. I hope so. It gives me a lot of pleasure to finally write, these stories somewhat writing themselves while I tap away at the keys, wanting to know for myself what's to come next. The bits that friends have read have them interested, as well. At least I know I have a few interested readers out there ... Right at the end of senior year, I also learned about a medieval/renaissance reenactment group and decided to give that a try. More than thirty years later, I'm still a reenactment enthusiast, but I've been in several different organizations (one for nearly thirty years). I've earned awards and titles of different ranks, including knighthood twice over, noble titles and royal ones. I've worn medals, coronets, and even a crown. I've lead households and clans, and I've ruled a barony and a kingdom. I've been an aristocrat, a merchant, a monk, a pirate, a gypsy, and a healer. I've fought battles in war and in tournaments, and I've fought battles with deadly dragons conjured by malicious words. I've made friends of enemies and enemies of friends. I've been respected by enemies, hated by friends, and loved by people who never met me. I've shed tears over mythical lands that never really were, but are to be never more again. I have an armory full of daggers I've pulled out of my own back. I've known the agony of betrayal, and I've bonded with people in ancient ways that can never truly be learned or appreciated without actually feeling the experience. I've lived more in a month than some people live in lifetime, and I've collected the magical memories of lifetimes in but a few short years. For all this living, I'm an older man and a bolder man, hopefully a kinder man, but certainly a wiser man. I've floated in and out of churches over the years, but have finally been rooted where I truly belong. I won't go into detail here: I know most people really don't want to know. But I'm happy, and I really do know its where the Big Boss wants me to be, doing what He wants me to do. The claw marks coming in through the door and my stubby fingernails testify to that. [Take it from me, you can try to hide from whales in the desert, but it just means that something else will come after you and carry you off to where you're supposed to be.] Only kidding ... sorta ... I live with one of my best friends [she and I "adopted" each other as brother/sister] and her husband. We each have a service [medical assistance] dog to help us when we need it. Bandit, a three year old medium/small shepherd/lab mix works for me. Maizie, a Belgian Malinois, works for Teresa, and Amy, a Rottweiller, works for Travis. Their companion cat, Francis (Assisi, named after the Saint), rules the house (or so we all let him think, until he gets too imperial). Presently we have two fish, both plecos that are huge and getting bigger every day: Hagrid Jr., and Hagrid Jr., Jr. (Hagrid Sr. passed away when they were still little guys. He got too big for our tank, so we had to beg him off to a friend that had a bigger tank). They have a temporary roommate, another even bigger plecosthamus, Goliath, that we're taking care of for Teresa's son, Matt, who recently moved. He's got an aquatic zoo (seriously), and doesn't have all the tanks set up, yet. I dabble with gardening, having a variety of plants out on the back (side?) porch of the apartment. Some pretty much take care of themselves. All I have to do is water them regularly, and they're fine. Some of the others are a lot more demanding. I think the shamrock got shell-shocked last summer. It dove under the soil and it hasn't really been seen since. Now and again I see a sprout breaking the surface, but after a few days, it's gone again, as if it changed its mind because of the impending repeat we all know is coming soon. But, I keep watering it. Someday, it'll get the courage to come back up. Honestly, I'm gonna have to bring that one back inside and raise it up again before putting it back out there for the cooler months. I just don't have a good place to put it right now where Francis won't chew on anything that comes up. He's really bad about that. I got him a catnip, and it's one of the easiest ones to take care of, but he couldn't be less interested in that one. It's all the others he wants to chew up. Somehow, it makes sense ... in a Murphy's Law kind of way. Well, those are the highlights. Glad I didn't get really detailed? Now you've seen more than the brief glimpse of me that most people limit themselves to seeing. Of course, I'm still basically the same man I always was, I'm just ... an older man and a bolder man, hopefully a kinder man, but certainly a wiser man.
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