Well Okay I started out with pictures I have attempted to post repeatedly here first, as Old Business.
I try hard as hell to do things in order. Live your life like it is run by Roberts Rules of Order and really you can’t go but so wrong. Of course we can go wrong.
Some of us are just bad. My father directed the play The Bad Seed. He did a great job. I’ll never forget it, nor the wind up telephone that range when you wound it up so the actor would start talking into it, the Telephone, the wire thing.
Yes it came before the Wireless.
Nobody is alive who was born in the same year that the telephone was invented and became popular. You can’t watch all the movies ever made now either, though there was a time when you could see them all on TV.
Really.
There are things now impossible to do.
I was born in 1952 in White Plains New York which is famous as a place from which came Readers Digest.
I finally saw the place from a train once and I videotaped it and put it in a video titled TRANSCENDIA, Documentary of a Small Nation. You can still see that on my youtube channel. Transcendian, is my youtube channel.
I was born in 1952 and it knocked the breath out of me to turn 60 this year, last year really. December 26.
My wife believes I am old enough and has encouraged me to write my Memoir. I listened to some of my mother’s memoir a couple of weeks ago. She became very concerned with women’s rights because of how her father and mother treated her brother as different and better. “He got boots!” is what she says about it: along with a pocket knife.
My father got shot at during World War II and died at 62 and is buried in St. Petersburg Florida in a church plot under a Bronze soldier’s plaque. My father was born in 1922 and cared about the Community Theater Movement, championed in his youth by scholars like Hardin Craig who was a Shakespearian translator and codification professor.
This is what I remember right now.
Of course there is more and more and more.
War and anti war is a lot of what a man’s life is about. Women walk around telling men they are stupid for war.
Women interfere with war most chances they get.
At least that is what I have perceived. It feels like that. When I was Security for Rochdale College that girl scion of the McCleans publishing empire wanted us to go easy on the guy who we caught beating one of our drug dealers with a pipe, and then trying to steal 350 dollars worth of mescaline.
All running around in the Security room while we decided what to do with this guy. It was cut off a finger, or give him about 30 tabs of that bad brown windowpane LSD, or get him to sign over his car.
I needed a car.
We got his car.
I and Weird Harold misused the car and I almost got thrown out of the window, but that was all around better for the violent criminal, than being made permanently crazy, or losing a finger.
Harold Snowden and I just took the Chevy Imapala on a long drive and I didn’t use it to become a Landed Emmigrant.
The guy who had been disappointed about how he didn’t get to cut the finger off of this stupid criminal, who we needed to impress with fear so he would spread the word not to fuck with our people, had gotten the title for the car, that I was supposed to use for a limited amount of time.
OK. I did not become a Canadian.