On Sundays, I am not at the Rehab. The residents wake up to a sweet roll and coffee at 8am to hold them over till the big Sunday Brunch. They then receive visitors and can do activities such as read, play dominoes, shoot hoops, or watch the game on one of several jumbo flat-screen TVs. Chain gang or Sunday Brunch, there needs to be something in between. Shouldn’t rehabilitation involve more giving back? Break into a house then you have to help build a house for someone else. Steal a car, then you have to repair a hundred potholes. Deal drugs? Plant and tend a community garden. You get the idea. To my students’ credit, they are all required to give volunteer hours at the rehab — kitchen, groundskeeping, cleaning. So at least they’re whipping up those mile-high pancakes themselves.
Sunday Brunch
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