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0 of 3 Premium Clicks used this month SUBSCRIBE Print + Online Subscriber Activation | Register x Forgot Password | Need an Account? subscribe | newsletter | deals Classifieds Jobs Autos Real Estate FEATURED » NEWS NOW Chris Honoré: Scott Walker: a Republican prototype ... Smoke blankets Rogue Valley as Stouts fire grows to 8,500 acres ... Herb Rothschild Jr.: Missing Jon Stewart ... Chris Honoré: Scott Walker: a Republican prototype ... Smoke blankets Rogue Valley as Stouts fire grows to 8,500 acres ... Herb Rothschild Jr.: Missing Jon Stewart ... ROGUES: TALES FROM THE VALLEY Rogues 2.14: Life becomes once again worth toasting Comment By Lyda Woods DailyTidings.com By Lyda Woods Posted Jun. 1, 2015 at 6:02 PM By Lyda Woods Posted Jun. 1, 2015 at 6:02 PM » Social News Editor's Note: Episode 2.14 of the fictionalized adventures of two sisters, Dawn and Sherry, one Ashland-loving, the other Medford-bred, and their adventures across the Rogue Valley concludes with today's installment. Find prior episodes at www.dailytidings.com. Yesterday, Huck and I chased poor Jeremy, the-six-months-missing filmmaker who was disguised as a woman, through Lithia Park, into the Ashland Community Center, and down an alleyway. Today, Blue, Jennifer, who was our client and Jeremy’s partner, and I were sitting in a meeting room at the Ashland Police Station, trying to make sense out of what had happened to Jeremy. We were waiting for him to return from an interview with a staff psychologist. Jennifer was wrapped up in a grey cable-knit sweater, despite the spring weather. Her face was pale and pinched. “Tell me again what he said when you brought him to the station?” She hugged herself and crossed her legs. “He said that he was happy where he was, that he didn’t want to return to his old life. But he agreed to come to the station, to talk with you,” I said. “Didn’t he say anything about me or his work? I just don’t understand. I was hoping …” Jennifer choked on her words and blew her nose. I looked to Blue for some help; she took over. “Jennifer, I know how hard this must be for you. He’ll be here in a minute and we’ll all find out more. But we need to let him share what he’s willing to share.” Blue handed Jennifer a tissue to wipe her tears. The door opened and Jeremy walked in. Someone had given him a sweatshirt and jeans to replace the ripped up dress he’d been wearing. He sat down across from Jennifer at the metal table, offered a worn smile and touched her hand. He explained to us that he had lost a good chunk of his memory. The first thing he remembered was waking up in bed on a commune in the Applegate with bandages on his head. Apparently, Gale, one of the members, had been hiking when she found him beaten up and dumped in a remote part of their mountain property. In her private quarters, she nursed him back to health and in the process they fell in love. However, the collective was all-female, so Jeremy, with no memory and nowhere to go, decided to “emphasize his inner female,” in order to remain with Gale. He’d recently been remembering more, yet even so, he preferred his new life. He remembered working at Bring It On Pawn, and through his work there, getting involved in a covert and probably illegal gun buy. Somehow his cover got blown, which led to a nearly fatal beating. “I’m tired of filming other’s lives. I want to live my own. And that would be my life with Gale. I’m sorry to have put you through so much pain, Jennifer.” Later that night, I had dinner with Blue, Jasmine, True, Josh, Huck, and even Sherry, to mark the end of this grueling case. As we sat around the table, full and flush with wine, the conversation turned to the bizarre case. “All that work planning to go undercover and then you just run into the guy at the Black Sheep. Strange,” said Jasmine, who poured True some more Roxy Ann Pinot Gris. “I learned that you have to be on guard against any kind of assumptions because they close you off to other possibilities,” I said, feeding Babycakes some chicken under the table. “I’m so glad you found meaningful work and something that fits you so well,” said Sherry, my sister, “I remember you with your nose in “The Complete Works of Conan Doyle” all summer when you were 14. Back then, you’d rather read than raft the Rogue.” Sherry and I were working on becoming friends again. “I haven’t been this happy for some time. It feels great,” I said and, to that remark, we all toasted.         By Lyda Woods DailyTidings.com By Lyda Woods Posted Jun. 1, 2015 at 6:02 PM » Comment or view comments Reader Reaction » STAY INFORMED Email NewsLetter Sign Up Today Sign up for our newsletter and have the top headlines from your community delivered right to your inbox. Southern Oregon Directory Featured Businesses Loading... 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