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Sunday, July 29, 2012

Mitt Romney, PLEASE choose SARAH PALIN 4 your RUNNING MATE...

Sarah, PLEASE let MITT know that a MP is MUCH BETTER sounding than a MR...MITT-PALIN for PRESIDENT/VICE PRESIDENT in 2012...and THEN in 2016, Sarah, you can pick ANY VICE PRESIDENT you want when YOU run for PRESIDENT of the UNITED STATES of AMERICA :-)

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Friday, July 27, 2012


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Saturday, July 21, 2012

OUR HEARTS HURT for YOU, Aurora...May YOU, the Victims, the Survivors & Families TRULY Rest in PEACE

I, on behalf of myself, Dance4One & FRIENDS want ALL of YOU to KNOW our hearts our grieving for YOU, and that OUR prayers are with you.  Though we cannot make sense of this tragedy, and there are many more questions than answers, may the Jehovah Shalom (God of PEACE) hold you and NOT let go!  City of Aurora, Colorado, if you need ANYTHING, please do not hesitate to contact me and I will be glad to help facilitate and direct charitable contributions.

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Friday, July 20, 2012

Christmas in July at Austin Street Centre Presented by Tootsies & Cullwell & Son, The Men's Store of Dallas

Reposted by Dan Getz,

It is not too late to join forces with Tooties, Cullwell & Son and The Austin Street Center Shelter for Men and Woman by contributing directly at
or by signing up for Volunteer Services at  Austin Street Center is located at 2929 Hickory Street, Dallas, TX 75226, and serves about 400 homeless individuals, children and families 365 days a year by feeding, clothing, providing shelter and many work, medical and community service related resources.  The Christmas in July Event will take place on Wednesday, July 25, 2012, when the majority of donations and contributions are requested to arrive at the Center.

Recent ASC News

  • "Christmas in July" 07/25/2012

    Austin Street Center’s “Christmas in July”
    to Create Awareness of Year-Round Homelessness;
    Partners with Tootsies and Culwell & Son

    Austin Street Center has announced plans for “Christmas in July”, an opportunity for volunteers and donors to come together to help the homeless of Dallas.
    “There is always an uptick of contributions and volunteers in November and December,” stated Volunteer Coordinator Liz McGregor. Director of Development Patton Chapman added, “We want to educate the public that homelessness does not just occur during the holidays…it is a year-round challenge.”

  • Area churches, synagogues and civic organizations are helping the “Christmas in July” event by donating selected items for the Austin Street clients.

    Priority on this list is wheeled luggage and duffel bags, which Austin Street refers to as “Luggage for Love”.

    “One of the biggest challenges facing the homeless is transporting their belongings,” said Keith Price, Executive Director. “Imagine, if you will, having all of your life’s belongings contained in a black trash bag that is always being repaired with duct tape.”

    Wheeled luggage and duffel bags can help ease the Austin Street client’s burdens, as well as helping to simplify storage of their goods at the Center.

    In addition to wheeled luggage and duffel bags, other items that will be part of the “Christmas in July” donation drive include:

  • Gently-used clothing
  • Personal hygiene products (for both men and women)
  • Underwear and socks (for both men and women)
  • Laundry bags
  • Men’s shoes (size 10 and up)
  • Men’s Big & Tall Clothing
  • Women’s Plus-Size clothing
Two noted Dallas retailers have partnered with Austin Street Center to act as the official collection hubs for the gently used clothing and luggage portion of the “Christmas in July” event.
Tootsies, an upscale women’s boutique in Preston Center, and Culwell & Son, a men’s and boy’s clothier on Hillcrest Drive, will be accepting donations during the month of July. The gently used clothing will be part of the apparel assortment at Hope Benefit & Consignment, Austin Street’s store opening soon in Casa Linda Plaza.

The “Christmas in July” event culminates on Wednesday, July 25, when the majority of donations and contributions are requested to arrive at the shelter. The Hickory Street campus will be adorned with a Christmas tree and decorations, and sources close to Austin Street claim that Santa Claus will take a break from his summer vacation to pay the ASC clients a visit.
For more information on “Christmas in July”, along with donation and volunteer opportunities, please contact Liz McGregor, Volunteer Coordinator for Austin Street Center, at, or visit

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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Buddist Path by fellow Blogger, Chelle Ferris Bell

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Reposted by Daniel Getz,, YouTube 12131966dan, FACEBOOK (Dan Getz & Dance4One), Twitter @Dance4One and LinkedIn (Dan Getz).

The views in the above article are not necessarily the views of Dance4ONE, but would not have been re-posted if the article did not have some merit.

RE-RELEASE OF "Is the DART hitting the Bulls Eye or Even the Target? A 31 Day Journey THROUGH Art, Business & Faith"

When I first ran this story on October 26, 2011, I had the intention of disguising my identity until the last or 31st day. In retrospect that would have been a HUGE mistake. Although ALL of the information below has been presented in a CREATIVLY TRUTHFUL manner, the EXPANDED TRUTH is that I, Daniel Getz,, YouTube 12131966dan, FACEBOOK (Dan Getz & Dance4One), Twitter @Dance4One and LinkedIn (Dan Getz) are both "Joe" and the narrator of this story...MY STORY...Subsequent Days may, or may not appear in sequential order. Every effort will be made to POST Subsequent "days" on my BLOG, now read in 60+ NATIONS at on WEDNESDAYS...Enjoy MY STORY...MY Adventure and READ ON and TELL all your FACEBOOK, Twitter, LinkedIn, Yahoo and BLOGGER FRIENDS to JOIN ME :-)
By Dan Getz, Blogger

When I met up with Joe* approximately 16 months ago, I found him under a bridge near one of the DART stations helping a family who had lost nearly everything, save a tent, a LOT of clothes, cooking utensils, several pets (including a rabbit in a cage), and several other assorted “survival-type” items. Although Joe quickly informed me that he had just lost his job, himself, he shared with me part of this family’s story. There was a father, a mother, a 19 year old son and I believe a brother of the wife, and then that brother’s wife (sister-in-law) of the mother.

Joe told me that he had met the mother a few weeks earlier pan-handling at an intersection maybe a mile south from where we were at. It was the middle of the summer in Texas, so it was obvious that she was exhausted and extremely hot. The day Joe spotted her, he initially felt a twinge of conviction (I later found out he was a devout Christian) for having had passed her by (which had happened at least once or twice before) and a couple miles up the road, made a U-turn and returned to the place where he had seen her. But she was not there. So seeing a place where he could pull in and park, he did, and began to inquire at several of the businesses to see if they had seen this person in the area, and did they know if she was a “regular” at this particular location? Nobody had, and about to get in his car and resume his plans for the day, he spotted Lori*, whom he had already identified as “the mother”. Joe, in his charismatic and friendly way was able to quickly determine the fact that Lori was hungry and offered to buy her a SUBWAY sandwich and a drink, and sit down and have lunch/dinner with her.

Lori, though obviously hungry, was more than eager to talk and explain herself, very much like an accused man or women insisting on their innocence. In fact, “She talked so much, Joe said, “I had to gently remind her that ‘It was okay. We could talk later, but right now it was important to eat, and listen to what I had to tell her.’” “What I had to tell her” Joe said, “was that I did not blame her in anyway, and although I was limited as to the extent I could help her (because, as you know I had recently become unemployed myself), I had several practical ideas of how I might be able to help, if she would just eat and listen.”

And that’s about where I left Joe the last time I saw him, approximately 16 months ago, UNTIL I ran into him at a Starbucks in North Dallas recently…I said, “Hey Joe, is that YOU. Do you remember me? I’m that guy that…

And Joe said, in the same overtly positive and optimistic tone he had carried throughout our several weeks of communication and interaction many months earlier, “Yeah, Yeah…I remember…Do you know what I just bought? It’s a 31 day Regional Pass for DART…I lost my motorcycle to the bank a couple weeks ago…I’m unemployed again…but I do still have a little in the bank and a car and apartment. So I figure I’m gonna learn the WHOLE DART SYSTEM NOW…while I’ve got a little “breathing room”, and hopefully find some work through my writing, blogging and travels on the DART system before the end of my 31 day pass.”

And so…this is JOE’s story…

To Be Continued (in 31 ADDITIONAL segments)…

*More Information can be found on Dan Getz and Dance4One at OR by FOLLOWING @Dance4One on TWITTER or FACEBOOK. Names with asterisks may or may not have been changed for this story.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012


From: Dan Getz <>
To: Caroline Misoi <>; Halfreda Anderson-Nelson <>
Sent: Tuesday, July 17, 2012 10:01 AM
Subject: Re: ORR Getz 9164

My address is Dan Getz, c/o Albert Cheng, 811 Wisteria Way, Richardson, TX 75080. I want to pick the documents up. Would that be at the Ackard Station. There was audio and video too. Will that type of documentation be in a CD and/or DVD or OTHER format?
Thank you,
Thank you,
Dan Getz
Twitter: @Dance4One
LinkedIn: Dan Getz
Facebook: Dan Getz, Dance4One (Group & Page)
Phone: 469-828-8995
Be Art. Do Business. Have Faith. CONNECTING aRt & BuSiNeSs

From: Caroline Misoi <>
To: Halfreda Anderson-Nelson <>;
Cc: Caroline Misoi <>
Sent: Tuesday, July 17, 2012 9:46 AM
Subject: ORR Getz 9164

Mr. Getz,
Please provide DART with your mailing address so that we can complete processing your request. Please advice DART if you want to pick up the documents responsive to your request or you want them mailed.
Thank you,
Caroline Misoi
Office of the General Counsel
(214) 749-3397-Direct
(214) 749-3660-Fax
This Email is covered by the Electronic Communications Privacy Act, 18 U.S.C. Sections 2510 et seq. and is legally privileged. Additionally, this message and any attachments to it may contain PRIVILEGED AND CONFIDENTIAL ATTORNEY CLIENT INFORMATION AND/OR ATTORNEY CORE WORK PRODUCT and is intended only for the use of the specific individual(s) to which it is addressed. If you are not an intended recipient of this email, you are hereby notified that any unauthorized use, dissemination or copying of the email or the information contained in it or attached to it is strictly prohibited. If you have received this email in error, please delete it and immediately notify the person named above by reply email. Thanks
From: Dan Getz <>
To: "" <>
Sent: Wednesday, July 11, 2012 5:46 PM

fyi Nancy...
Thank you,
Dan Getz
Twitter: @Dance4One
LinkedIn: Dan Getz
Facebook: Dan Getz, Dance4One (Group & Page)
Phone: 469-828-8995
Be Art. Do Business. Have Faith. CONNECTING aRt & BuSiNeSs

----- Forwarded Message -----
From: Dan Getz <>
To: "" <>; "" <>
Sent: Wednesday, July 11, 2012 5:44 PM

Randall and Janee, I have not forgotten my committment to contact you. Alot of the delay was a heart surgury I had a week ago yesterday t orrect a 45 year old birth defect that was life threatening. The good news is the 6 1/2 hour procedure known as an Ablation, which involved taking guidewires up my right artery and lasering a part of my heart that was not supposed to be there was 100% successful and it is as if I never had the defect know as Wolfe-Parkinson-White Syndrome.
Randall, I can help you remove the $7.5 MILLION DOLLAR BUDGET SHORTAGE in it's entirety, and then some. I am an freelance Operational and Finanial Analyst with 20+ years of Management, Accountng, Finance, Credit & Collections and Operational Analysis experience working for companies like MetroPCS, Frito-Lay and Haggard Clothing Company. I also have a FOUR YEAR B.A. in Advertising from Texas Tech University. I am going to provide you a one page report that I normally charge $1,000+ for to you on behald of DART for 100% FREE because I am an advocate of helping the COMMUNITY and to show you a sample of what I can do for DART.
I need about a week to complete my draft of the report and welcome your feedback. Blessings to you, Randall and Janee. Interestingly enough I wrote a story on a local Blueberry farm currently exploting the homeless, mentally unstable, women and handicapped individuals today. This type of discrimination is NOT what we want the perception to be of DART if these proposed fare increases go through in December, 2012. The link to the post on my blog today is
Thank you both for your expressed willingness to LISTEN to the COLLECTIVE VOICES of THE PEOPLE.
Thank you,
Dan Getz
Twitter: @Dance4One
LinkedIn: Dan Getz
Facebook: Dan Getz, Dance4One (Group & Page)
Phone: 469-828-8995
Be Art. Do Business. Have Faith. CONNECTING aRt & BuSiNeSs


Saturday, July 14, 2012


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Thursday, July 12, 2012

An Eventful Day on the Dallas Area Rapid Transit BLUE LINE

An Eventful Day on the Dallas Area Rapid Transit BLUE LINE

By Daniel Getz, July 12, 2012

Reporting from Dallas, TX

When I decided yesterday to jump on the Blue Line at the West End Train terminal with the intention of riding it to the end of the line which was the Ledbetter Station, I really had no idea what I was in for, particularly at the last 6 stops which primarily consist of South Oak Cliff…8th and Corinth, Morrell, Illinois, Keist, VA Medical Center and Ledbetter.

Between Morrell and Illinois, the “highlight” of my trip began.  Recently I picked up a pair of camaflouge pants, a camaflouge hat and some dark sunglasses.  Ok, ok…the sunglasses have bright red frames with Pink and Purple Peace Symbols that I’ve been told are “Very Retro…80’s”, but then again isn’t that the key to being a Master of Disguise…you know…to keep the “enemy” guessing who you really are??  I had discovered a few short weeks ago, that when I donned this type of attire, I actually (kind of) looked like a U.S. Marshal, FBI agent or some type of high level security agent.  After a while I began to have a little fun with this, particularly when there appeared to be a higher than normal amount of shady characters and unruly youth on board the D.A.R.T. trains.  I would periodically pace up and down the cars, stepping off briefly, look both ways down the track and platform at the stops, and then climb back on board.  Sometimes, I would even exit one car, only to get back on the same train in the next car until I had covered all of the cars on that particular train.   Today, for a little more “reality” I had donned an ear piece with an earbud in my left ear and the wire snaking down the inside of my shirt which was actually hooked to nothing, but then again, nobody could reasonably detect that…could they?  Top that with a recently shaved head and well…I could be part of the elite Special Forces or Navy Seals…Right???  What has even been more interesting is that DART police, employees and Fare Enforcement quickly accept the “fact” that I am “one of them” giving me “knowing” nods, glances and approving smiles.  When I told one group of DART employees who I really was, they firmly said, “NO…you WORK for DART.  We know you could not possibly be anything else than a DART employee!!”

So, with the perception of “someone in charge” who apparently had some connection with possibly National Security, I quickly stepped up the game a bit when I spotted a DART police officer on board this particular train.  As we passed, he “knowingly” and “affectionately” said, “Hey Boss,” to which I “knowingly” nodded an affirming nod acknowledging our “common ground” and “fraternal bond”.  Soon after this brief “hello”, the Officer began checking passengers to ensure they all held valid tickets.  Very quickly he approached a young African American Male and asked him, “Do you have a ticket?”  When the youth immediately acknowledged that “No he did not,” the Officer informed him that he MUST get off at the next stop.  The unidentified young man then made a undetectable, though obviously disrespectful remark to the officer as he turned to return to his friends who were waiting for him a little ways down the aisle of the car.  At that point, the Officer said, “Excuse Me Sir.  Do you have any type of identification on you?   To this inquiry the young man quickly snapped, “No.”  The Officer then brought to his attention that, unless he had identification, and particularly a valid ticket, he COULD NOT ever ride anywhere on the DART bus and train system.  The young man was still much less than respectful to the officer and slowly walked back to his seat leaving the impression that he was still undecided as to whether he was going to comply with the Officer’s directive to exit the train at the next stop.  At one point, I made my presence even more known to the young man with the appearance that I was ready to cover my “colleague’s” back, should the current situation warrant additional “enforcement” by stepping closer to the pair.  At this point, the young man re-joined his friends who openly mocked the Officer and most likely me as well.  Throughout this exchange with his friends, I stared him down, though he could not possibly detect my eye movements behind…did I mention…my DARK, INTIMIDATING SHADES.

As the train came to a stop and the doors were opened the “hoodlum” made no apparent movement to exit the train as he had clearly been directed to do.  I moved closer, continuing to stare him down with my dark…intimidating…shades.  Nothing.  Finally, at the last possible moment he ran towards the open door.  Quickly ascertaining that he had absolutely no intention of staying off the train, I ran out after him just in time to see him re-entering the train through the open door of the next car.  As he did this, I yelled, “HEY!!” ran up to the door he had just entered but was just now closing behind him only to discover that because the train was just about to leave the station, the door would not open for me.  I then just as quickly realized that I had left my two bags in the last car of the train while in pursuit of this kid who did not believe it was necessary for him to purchase a valid ticket in order to ride the D.A.R.T. train.  I quickly found a .A.R.T. Police  Officer who immediately radioed the train driver of the train I had just exited, and they proceeded to coordinate a quick search of the train, secure my baggage and confirm that the train, within 3 stops would reach the end of the Blue Line at Ledbetter, and then be coming back in my direction to return my baggage to me.  I then asked the Officer that if I simply waited for the NEXT BLUE LINE train on the other side of the platform, would THAT be the train my baggage was on?  He quickly affirmed my belief that there were no other trains in between the one I had exited, and the presumably SAME train that would be returning on the other side of the platform.

I waited approximately 30 minutes when the FIRST BLUE LINE TRAIN rolled into the Illinois train stop.  I jumped on board the LAST CAR, where I had left my two bags and quickly discovered that none of my baggage was in sight.  Fortunately there was another Police Officer on board at the front of the car and rapidly caught him up to speed with regard to my dilemma.  He told me that we needed to speak to the driver of this train (about 4 cars up) at the next stop which was Morrell.  When the train rolled into the stop, I hurriedly walked down the platform until I arrived at the car containing the Driver of the Train, actually getting there several minutes before the Police Officer.  I proceeded to get the Driver’s attention by tapping on the window of his door and inquired of him as to the whereabouts of my baggage.  He immediately relayed to me, and then the officer a few moments later, that he was not the driver of the train that my bags were on, and that my bags were on the train BEHIND him, obviously meaning that there had been ONE TRAIN in between the train I had exited and the one returning on the other side of the platform.  The Officer sensing the urgency of my situation got on his radio and was quickly able to confirm that “Yes, my baggage was indeed on the NEXT TRAIN, and that I needed get off at the next stop (8th and Corinth) and WAIT for a D.A.R.T. Police Officer to bring me my two bags.  I thanked him, waited to get off at the next stop as instructed, and proceeded to wait.  After about 30 minutes, I tried to contact D.A.R.T. police by pressing the 9-1-1 button on the DART ASSISTANCE intercom only to discover that while I could hear the dispatcher on the other end, they could not hear me due to a presumed broken speaker or wire.  After a few more moments I found a DART police officer obviously chatting on his cell phone with a wife or girlfriend.  After patiently waiting for several minutes, he agitatedly asked, “Can I help you?”  Again summarizing my “situation”, he quickly accessed that he needed to end the call with the female on the other end of the line, but then was less than helpful in assisting me as he told me, “That is my train.  I need to get on that train.  I am sure your bags are ok and they will bring them to you as they have indicated.”  When I reminded him I had already been waiting an hour, and politely asked him to PLEASE at least relay my concerns on his radio after boarding the train, he agreed to communicate with his fellow officers that I was STILL waiting for my bags at the 8th and Corinth station.

5 or 10 minutes later, I spotted another DART police officer on the other side of the tracks.  Seeing me, she said, “Are you the passenger who is waiting for his bags?”  When I immediately affirmed this, she directed me to “Stay on my side of the tracks and a train carrying my bags would soon be arriving with a DART POLICE OFFICER to deliver my bags to me in person, but to STAY where I was and NOT board the Train.  A few moments later, I spotted an officer near the front of the train that had just rolled in with my two bags.  I thanked him for all of their efforts in securing my baggage and was able to continue my journey, which by this time was to return to the West End.  Before I reached the end of my “journey” there was an attempted theft of a cell phone by a DART passenger from another DART passenger who inadvertently left his cell phone charging at the station, a car I discovered whose Air Conditioning was completely broke and blowing large volumes of hot air and a mistake I inadvertently made where I ended up on the Red Line at the Dallas Zoo.

While national security was most likely not at stake, I had to wonder if a day like this could possibly be routing on at least some parts of the DART rail system?  Maybe?  Probably? Undoubtedly?  I guess I will have to continue to ride the various lines, buses, TRE connection to Ft. Worth and the “A TRAIN” to Denton to see…Right?

This article was written by and about Daniel Getz,, YouTube 12131966dan, FACEBOOK (Dan Getz & Dance4One), Twitter @Dance4One and LinkedIn (Dan Getz).

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Is Dr. Blueberry/The Blueberry Basket Farms in LaRue, TX Exploiting the HOMELESS, Disabled, Handicapped, Women, the Mentally Unstable, Migrant Farm Workers & MORE…An INDEPTH and INSIDE Look at the Trade Practices of The Blueberry Basket Farm.

Is Dr. Blueberry/The Blueberry Basket Farms in LaRue, TX Exploiting the HOMELESS, Disabled, Handicapped, Women, the Mentally Unstable, Migrant Farm Workers & MORE…An INDEPTH and INSIDE Look at the Trade Practices of The Blueberry Basket Farm.

Reporting “LIVE” from

Baylor University Medical

Center, Dallas, TX,

July 11, 2012

My name is Daniel Getz and for the last 132 days I have been strategically placed in a unique position and assignment where I have dwelt with and lived with the homeless, mentally unstable, the disabled and handicapped, and most recently women and migrant workers within the Greater Dallas, TX area.  I will not go into all the details of the hows and whys of this position here.  Perhaps some day I will, but not today.  Suffice to say I have seen many injustices, prejudice, and discrimination at many levels of society towards this genre of PEOPLE and on more than one occasion have felt compelled to speak up for these that seem to have no voice of their own (Proverbs 31:8), and have done so to the capacity that I as one, am able to do.

When my assignment recently took me to the Blueberry Basket Farm in Larue, TX recently I was appalled at not only the manner in which I was treated, as a perceived homeless man scrounging at the bottom of the barrel of society to pick as many $3 per basketful of blueberries as I could (at first I could only and barely gather ONE basket per hour, but quickly got up to the pace of the fastest pickers which was TWO baskets in about 50 minutes or roughly $6 per hour), but the manner in which the homeless, mentally unstable, alcoholics and drug addicts, disabled, handicapped, women and the predominantly Hispanic migrant farm workers that we worked along side of, were continually and constantly mis-treated and yelled at and demeaned by one of the owners (Cary Ware, cell phone # 214-952-5323) and management of the Blueberry Basket Farm in Larue, TX (near Athens, TX and about 90 minutes east of downtown Dallas, TX).

To start my “journey” I was picked up outside of the Austin Street Centre Shelter at 2929 Hickory, Dallas, TX along with an alcoholic and obviously inebriated man probably in his 40’s named “Paul” by Cary Ware around 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday, June 27, 2012.  I had met Cary approximately a week earlier, gotten his cell phone # and had called to find out when he would be coming by the Austin Street Centre Shelter to pick up workers, a practice he regularly did according to the shelter I had been living at for the past three or so weeks.  Cary seemed to be in a extra-ordinary hurry that day, and although the cab of his white pick-up truck was full of what seemed to be a lot of garbage and junk, I through my few things in the back of his pick up truck and squeezed into the middle of the seat, between Cary and Paul.  My initial perception of Cary was a man who, although a bit gruff and indifferent, seemed to have a soft heart for the down and out as during the 90 or so minute drive he “coached” Paul in telling him that he was a very capable individual, who if he would put his mind to it, and abandon the alcohol, could do ANYTHING he wanted to.  Of course Paul was in the depressed, sentimental, apologetic and sappy stage of his latest binge, but nevertheless seemed to be consoled by Cary.  Also of noteworthy status was the fact that Paul had worked for Cary previously, decided to walk off the farm, and Cary had seen him today and chose to give him a “second chance” which Paul continually thanked him for during our trip to the Blueberry Basket Farm in Larue, TX.

The first day I decided to go ahead and pick my first two baskets of blueberries.  Although untrained and somewhat aimlessly choosing the patches to pick from, I quickly discovered how grueling of work this really was, and was a bit discouraged of the effort required to make my goal of about $150 during the several days I planned on staying there.  Since we did not arrive at the farm until about 4:00 p.m., most workers were not planning on starting until the next day, but I decided I was here to work (and get a story) so chose to set my mind on picking blueberries, no matter how hard or hot it was.  So I did.

That night about 20 of us stayed in converted school buses that each slept about 16 in bunk beds and had electrical window unit air conditioning installed in the front window of each bus.  One of the workers who was heading back to Dallas, TX that night graciously gave me his blanket which I was very grateful for by about the middle of the night since the air conditioning was run full blast and tended to be quite cool by early morning.  I was also able to shower in one of the buses that had a fully functional toilet, sink and shower through what I would term as an elaborate irrigation and pump system that connected a sizeable  underground“network” of facilities throughout the “camp” through a centralized pump house that I learned pumped water up to the surface from an underground spring.  After a small but hearty meal was served, I turned in for the night.

What entailed over the next several days was almost like an unfolding nightmare…constant confusion, bickering and yelling over basket counts, quality of berries picked, times to pick, etc., etc…However, that first evening I was “tapped on the shoulder” to meet one of the lead workers in “Processing”.  I quickly learned and ascertained that for some reason this individual had picked ME to fill in for another regularly scheduled worker who had taken a few days leave and that this position paid the top labor rate of $8.00 per hour for fairly mindless and easy work that required an alert and responsible individual to “sort” the berries, throwing out small berries, red and green berries, smashed berries and then quickly separate berries that were still connected together by a small stem, and discard any “foreign material” into several side bins while the berries moved down a conveyer into their final “resting place”, a pint-size plastic container that had already had two stickers placed on them with one sticker being a “Dr. Blueberry” identification sticker and the other being a map and advertisement promoting the fact that they allowed individuals to come out and pick their own blueberries in a designated area we as pickers were not allowed to pick from (the sticker placement was a task we performed each morning in order to cover our $10/night “room and board”).  I felt very blessed to have this assignment, although this worker’s goodwill in choosing me did not go unchallenged by other jealous workers, but in the end the worker’s choice held for two days, or about 7 or 8 hours of $8/hour work.  In that time, I also was able to “secure” another two job that paid $6 per hour where I helped one of the managers of the farm take in and account for the baskets of blueberries each worker brought to Processing and a one-time job that included cleaning up the Outside Processing Area and throw away trash.  Although not a great wage, these jobs were MUCH EASIER than hunting for blueberries and gathering two baskets per hour to achieve the maximum possible of $6 per hour, and THAT wage was only sustainable for the most enthusiastic and energetic workers who found it within themselves to maintain a pace that SOME were able to achieve an outstanding amount of 20+ baskets per day, something I was never able to muster up within me.  However, each day that I got some hours working at either $8 or $6 per hour, I always chose to still pick around 5 to 7 basketfuls of blueberries each day until around Sunday, July 1, 2012 when my complete earnings had reached $128, not a large amount for 3 to 4 days of 10 to 15 hour days of work (at 3 fifteen hour days, or 45 total hours, that only comes to an average of $2.84/hour).

Since I had an upcoming heart surgery scheduled for 7:00 a.m. on Tuesday, July 3, 2012 (and had clearly informed the management, owners and others about throughout my time there) I had originally planned to leave on Sunday, although I knew I would have to settle up later on wages since payday was always on Mondays.  On Sunday things turned what I can only label as “insane”.  The day started out with a light rain and we were told to sleep in since berries could not be picked while wet.  The morning was pleasant and the rain quickly stopped for the most part, but there was even occasional light rain while we were taking care of our rent charges by placing stickers on the plastic pint-size blueberry containers mentioned previously in this article.  At a certain point I decided to take my laptop and write a letter, and chose a place close to the Processing Area that was actually outside a small RV that was occupied by a very sweet elderly African American lady that I had befriended earlier in the week and had practiced Buddhism for about 30 years.  After about 45 minutes, one of the apparent managers wanted to know what I was doing and gently informed me that ALL WORKERS had to begin picking blueberries immediately.  I was in the midst of telling her that I was preparing to leave today, but if needed, would be glad to begin picking blueberries, particularly since the temperature had dropped somewhat and began packing up my things in my backpack when another lady named Marilyn, I believe, began yelling obscenities at me (and who had yelled at me for no apparent reason the day before telling me to go away since I did not live or belong here, which was right outside the Processing Area and I was in-between work assignments at the time with about an hour “dead” time) which consisted of “asking” me why I was not picking blueberries and “DEMANDING” that I comply immediately or I would be fired.  I tried to explain that I was trying to do just that and needed only a few more moments to pack my bag, and then finally in desperation informed her I really was sick as I had been hacking and coughing up flem the entire time I was there.  At that point the elderly lady came out of her small RV and seemed to be in shock and “Marilyn’s” tone softened just a little as she then told me I could not work because of being sick, although her demeanor and tone was still extremely harsh…

The next several hours and entire next day were what I can only describe as “hell”.  Marylyn continually told me SHE would drive me back to Dallas, TX but in the end told me she had to haul a trailer and refused to go downtown with that trailer (I believe due to the fact her driver had no license and that the trailer tags may have been non-existent or expired), but that Cary was returning to Dallas, TX at an undisclosed time that ended up being around 9:30 p.m. that night (I later ascertained that the “normal” trips to Dallas, TX took place anywhere from 11:30 p.m. to 12:30 a.m. and NOBODY could ever tell you when, precisely they were leaving.  I ended up, exhausted, sitting on a chase lounge chair about 9:00 p.m. and accidentally fell asleep.  At 11:30 I woke up and was informed that they had already left for Dallas around 9:30 p.m. and that for some reason they made absolutely no announcement as they usually did, and simply, and quietly had boarded the open bed pick up truck and departed for Dallas, TX without bothering to REALLY look for me (they claimed they did, but being only about 100 feet from where the truck departed from, finding this very difficult to believe).  I reluctantly but dejectedly accepted the fact I was not going back tonight and climbed into my bunk on the bus…

On Sunday, it seemed like things were in the process of changing for the better and that order was being instituted amongst the ranks.  Bad Workers and Managers were fired, assurances of better accounting and procedures were promised and Marylyn promised that instead of waiting for wages until about midnight as was the standing practice on Mondays, that we would be paid by 6:00 p.m.  At about 11:00 p.m. we FINALLY were handed our envelopes.  At first I was relieved to FINALLY have my $128, but when I looked at the calculation of only $77, I quickly realized that although signed for, I was missing an entire day of pay, worth $51.  Furthermore, when I opened up the envelope, I quickly realized that although the figure $77 was written on the outside of the envelope, there was only $62 cash inside, and they did NOT deduct for taxes as NONE of our Social Security or Identification documents were EVER REQUESTED.  I was a bit unsettled, but in the end they promised to take those whose wages were incorrect, and one by one go over the “books” to determine the reason for the shortage.  Although Marylyn was very aggressive, cocky and repeatedly told us if we were wrong, we owed her $5 for her trouble, time after time, the workers were right and she counted out the additional cash to rectify the situation.  The fact that these issues were ultimately corrected made me somewhat confident that my mis-calculation would be remedied to my satisfaction, UNTIL Marylyn IMMEDIATELY stated that my $51 was not anywhere in the books and that she could only split the difference.  At this point she had not even looked at the books, and when she did, ultimately discovered she had confused “Dan” (me) with a Danny adding my wages to his (which he never disputed of course) and found my $51 entry on the books.  She also quickly made up the difference between the $77 stated, and $62 cash making me “whole” at the $128 I had earned while at the Blueberry Basket Farm in Larue, TX ( .

The “final straw” for me was when we all got back to where we were SUPPOSED to load up and go to Dallas, TX (with the number of people who had stated they were going back to Dallas, TX I incorrectly assumed there would be several vehicles returning to Dallas, maybe even one of the school buses Cary Ware had previously took all of us to Walmart in Athens, TX to purchase incidentals and groceries at, but found out quickly that I was terribly mistaken as there was only one small open bed pick up truck returning to the Austin Centre Shelter in Dallas, TX that night and the bed was already jam-packed with men desperately “holding their positions” and would not budge or move for me, despite my continued pleas that I “HAD” to return to Dallas for a pre-scheduled heart surgery that very next morning at 7:00 a.m.  After about four very firm “NO’s” I went to speak to the driver which turned out to be Cary.  The first thing I did, believing it would soften his demeanor somewhat, was hand him the $20 he had graciously loaned me the night he had taken us to Wal-mart.  I then re-told him of my heart surgery scheduling and he immediately BARKED, “Weren’t you supposed to go back yesterday? WHERE WERE YOU?”  When I admitted I had mistakenly fallen asleep, he YELLED, “THAT IS NOT MY PROBLEM.  YOU SCREWED UP!”  When I was somewhat taken aback by this response, he simply said, “See if you can squeeze in”.  When I returned to the back of the pickup truck, I noticed that SOME men had apparently gotten off, resolving to go back to Dallas, TX the next evening, but CONTINUED to get the same non-compassionate “NO’s” until several of my African American Brothers began to “plead my case” saying, “Look, Man, this MAN is sick and MUST get to his heart surgery TOMORROW.  Now scoot over and let this man ride back TONIGHT!”  I quickly found a VERY SMALL opening that if I sat half-way on my backpack and half-way on the tailgate and bent over at a 90 degree angle could “safely” ride back to the shelter in this manner.  That night it was threatening to rain, but never did, thankfully.  At some point on that 90 minute plus ride between Larue, TX and the Austin Centre Shelter, regularly having to stand up at fairly frequent intervals to stretch while not infringing on, or stepping on my brother’s toes (there were 12 of us that night crammed into the bed of this mid-size pick up truck, 10 African Americans, 1 Hispanic and ME, Caucasian) I decided I would NEVER go back to this HELL on EARTH, and began to think about the details of this story, and how wrong the Blueberry Basket Farm was in treating VERY diligent men and woman with such little respect and dignity.  Cary and Marylyn, you truly should be ashamed of your behavior, and although you are sitting on a largely unknown and untapped “gold mine” have squandered your resources (Cary, I know you have an addiction to alcohol and buying things that largely go unused, but YOU CAN get help for this), I sincerely home the State Agriculture Department, the IRS and the Dallas Observer respond to my DEMANDS for a COMPLETE INQUIRY and INVESTIGATION of the operations at the Blueberry Basket Farm/Dr. Blueberry in Larue, TX (

This story was compiled and written by Daniel Getz,, YouTube 12131966dan, FACEBOOK (Dan Getz & Dance4One), Twitter @Dance4One and LinkedIn (Dan Getz).

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

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