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Along with the P-40, best payout casino like so many young boys growing up throughout my period I additionally cherished cowboy-western films and the actors that showed up in them. As nicely, proper up there with westerns had been Johnny Weissmuller Tarzan films, especially Tarzan and the Huntress, Warner Brothers cartoons, Leonardo Da Vinci, astronomy, the cosmos, rockets to the Moon and Mars, Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon, together with a myriad superheroes, especially the 'mortal' type such because the Spirit and Captain Midnight. But still it remained, the cowboy western movie stars and heroes such as the Durango Kid, Lash LaRue, Gene Autry, and Roy Rogers, their horses Champion and Trigger, and their sidekicks Smiley Burnette, Gabby Hayes, and Andy Devine have been the ones that in the end interacted in my life in real life." THE WANDERLING AND HIS Highschool CHUMS

Now, whereas it's true within the above quote I specifically mention Warner Brothers cartoons, there was a father-and-son bulldog crew from MGM's Tom and Jerry cartoons that confirmed up in 1949, Spike and Tyke. The primary time I ever saw a Spike and Tyke cartoon the first particular person I thought of was the child I met within the flower fields, the only individual I had ever knew named Tike --- and to at the present time, it remains the identical.

I wouldn't say Tike Karavas and that i ran around together in high school and even particularly knew one another very nicely, nonetheless there's one thing I remember quite clearly concerning a dialog the two of us had one day during which he talked about that his uncle owned a casino in North Las Vegas and there was a chance after highschool he was going to go to work for him. The problem I have with me recalling that particular conversation is that Tike and i graduated from high school in 1956 and his uncle didn't open his on line casino in North Las Vegas till 1964. The dialog would have most definitely must had occurred while the two of us were in highschool because I'm not sure if we ever crossed paths after graduation. Although after eager about it, it may have been a on line casino in Northern Nevada instead of a casino in North Las Vegas his uncle owned. In either case it would not matter much because when Tike mentioned casinos my ears perked up. Despite the fact that I wasn't outdated enough to legally gamble, be it in casinos in Las Vegas or anyplace else close by, I had been in and round gambling and slot machines since I was ten years previous, even figuring out members of the mob, some on a first name basis. After all, none of it was of my own making, primarily by way of the makings of my Stepmother, she having fastened me up with a component time job at a card membership referred to as the Normandie Club in the years just prior to shifting back to Redondo. When I was in highschool, the cypher I was, I do not assume anybody even saw me, however I had another life. The summer season between my freshman and sophomore yr at Redondo while staying on my stepmother's ranch I had flown up in a non-public airplane to a casino called the El Rey Club in Searchlight, Nevada along with her for some enterprise she had with the owner. The El Rey was not so much wild west as a lot as a Terry and the Pirates sort milieu, a milieu I've always been drawn to. We had only been in the membership a short time when a working lady, otherwise often known as a "hostess," threw the contents of a half empty glass of ice water toward my stepmother, albeit missing her completely. When it appeared the girl was about to lunge toward her following the water mishap, Martello, the casino proprietor, seeing my stepmother was pulling a nickel plated .25 semi-computerized Baby Browning out of her purse and with me ducking for cover, maintained the gap between the two by barely nudging my stepmother around before she received close sufficient to use the pistol, saying he would take care of it. When summer time was over I was back in class like nothing ever occurred.[3] THE EL REY Club: RESORT, Casino, BROTHEL

Right OUT OF High school, MY FIRST Sports Car, A 1952 MG TD(please click image)

THE WANDERLING'S 'forty one FORD Super DELUXE Wood STATION WAGON(please click picture) THE WANDERLING AND HIS High school CHUMS: -----NOW RISES THE BEAT Generation

--------------------(please click on picture) REDONDO UNION High school CLASS OF 1956 "For one of my high school artwork classes, which was about the only classes I took in these days, I needed to design an album cover, so I selected Howard Rumsey. At the time, the lady I was mostly inseparable from, a fellow artist and, though from a staid household, leaning toward a quasi-bohemian life-style as soon as she left her house, chosen for her album cover Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade. I can still remember to at the present time how little I knew about something in those days. Here she was, somebody I believed as a contemporary and she knew about Scheherazade and stuff like that and i had by no means heard of it." HOPE SAVAGE: The Beat Generation's Missing Woman

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The identical OR Different?(please click image) In the a whole bunch of pages I have on the web, not counting my brothers and a onetime semi-girlfriend within the quote above that shows up as effectively in Firehair, linked below, who dumped me for some hunkering down stud she met in faculty whereas I stayed back being a working stiff till being drafted, I only convey up 5 folks I attended high school with. Those same 5 would even have been by pure default schoolmates of Tike's on the time as nicely. It he would had recognized any of them for any motive or probably interacted with any them one way or the opposite is not recognized, however for me in my state of affairs, they performed main roles in my life. Re the following: 1. The particular person left unnamed who all the time made positive my classic 1940s Ford woody wagon was tuned up and operating that reveals up in OF COBRAS, SCARABS, MASERATIS, AND ZEN in relation to master racecar mechanic Joe Landaker, as well as in my street trip to Northern California and staying at his place as present in STEVE JOBS: INDIA, BUDDHISM, AND ZEN. 2. The person left unnamed I traveled all through Mexico with through the summer of 1960 as present in DON JUAN MATUS AND THE NOGALES BUS STATION Meeting whereby I saw Carlos Castaneda, who I already knew, the same day he was within the bus station and met Don Juan Matus. The identical trip from a unique perspective may be discovered within the MAYA SHAMAN AND CHICXULUB as properly. In a promote out to Redondo Beach this similar travel buddy of mine moved to Hermosa Beach after our journey to Mexico and ultimately turned an enormous whoop-de-doo with town there. See IN MEMORIAM at Footnote [4] 3. The previous swimsuit mannequin I name Sullivan, socially manner out of my class and who is THE LADY as discovered within the LADY ON THE DOCK, THE PBY, BLACK CATS, AND High BARBAREE the day I went to see the skipper of the yacht come marlin sports activities-fisher called the Twin Dolphin owned by the multi-millionaire oil heir David Halliburton, linked below. Sullivan additionally shows up in CODE TALKERS concerning the Navajos and their secret code speaking with the U.S. Marines throughout World War II, again PBY related. 4. And naturally there's Kent Lentz, former high school scorching-rodder who was largely responsible for pulling a wrecked Pearl Harbor Curtiss Wright P-forty off a mountain top in Hawaii and restoring it to full flight worthy standing. Kent performs a prominent role in my important P-40 web page remaining a powerful underlying presence in virtually all other of my P-40 and Flying Tigers associated pages as nicely. 5. Tike Karavas, though not formally tied in with any or all or even a bit of the above in any method form or kind as it applies to me particularly, when it comes to issues Redondo typically, he is the go to man. Methinks Kent Lentz and Sullivan might use just a little more recognition although. So too, Rex Hughes, now deceased, and Barbara Lynn "Bobbie" Brown, who in the future in Caesar Hernandez's art class mentioned on to me, "Fie on you!" Bobbie Brown was the absolute best. She and the aforementioned Sullivan had been good friends in these days. There was no two finer folks in the entire highschool at the time.[5] 6. With regards to Redondo Union High graduates the Smothers Brothers are at all times cited and i even achieve this myself further down the page. However, one other person who graduated from Redondo, like the Brothers who attended the identical time I did, but that you simply by no means right here about, is the renowned worldwide sculptor Mowry Baden. There could also be various causes, and perhaps a clue or two shows up when he mentions Redondo High in Art Narratives. See:

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If you haven't finished so please you'll want to see Footnote [1] REDONDO: THE Lost YEARS FIREHAIR P-forty TOMAHAWK THE CODE TALKERS TARZAN AND THE HUNTRESS WANDERLING AND THE PIRATES BATMAN AND LEONARDO DA VINCI WORLD War II Comes to REDONDO THE MAYA SHAMAN AND CHICXULUB ZEN AND THE Art OF WOODIE WAGONS STEVE JOBS: INDIA, BUDDHISM, AND ZEN OF COBRAS, SCARABS, MASERATIS, AND ZEN FIFIE MALOUF: ENTREPRENEUR, SOCIALITE, MADAME DON JUAN MATUS AND THE NOGALES BUS STATION Meeting THE LADY ON THE DOCK, THE PBY, BLACK CATS, AND High BARBAREE

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REDONDO, THE Lost YEARS:

"No sooner had I walked out of highschool with my degree in my arms than I began a dream job with a major Hollywood studio, a stint that a few months over a year ended-up not understanding. I returned to Redondo this time not with my degree in my hand however my hat in my hand and found that all my buddies, who I completely ignored whereas I was gone being a Hollywood massive shot, had been both well established, married, or off to varsity."

TERMITE TERRACE(please click on picture) REDONDO THE Lost YEARS, AND While Lost, ENTERS Soon, Probably the most Beautiful Woman On the planet Once i first graduated from Redondo Union High school, the job I had lined up as mentioned within the above quote, I thought was going to be a life long dream job --- a job I considered can be my profession eternally. It didn't fairly work out that means. Without me even breaking 18 months, the company, in a preemptive strike to ward off a possible or rumored company restructuring or take over, began lowering the extent of their work power hoping to point out powers that be that they could flip a profit without being taken over. Across the board upwards of around 90 folks were canned, and in a basic last employed, first fired state of affairs, I was caught up in it. With so many people abruptly laid off, roughly ninety or extra, and all in the very same work associated area, with lots of the last hired having levels or training from heavyweight places like Chouinard and the Otis Institute of Art, there just wasn't enough positions out there in the trade to soak all of us up, particularly for a bottom of the rung in-house on-the-job trainee like me who had jumped from high school to the place by innate raw talent and naive perseverance. Although I received strong suggestions, good word of mouth, and a pile of favorable referrals, after practically sporting holes clear by the soles of two pairs of shoes and discovering I wasn't fairly the recent shit I assumed I was, after receiving just one favorable nod, that in the end did not pan out, I used to be quickly again in good previous Redondo Beach trying to find other kinds of labor, or any work, and staying in a spare bedroom at the house of my ancient and decrepit and over-the-hill grandmother --- who loved me nonetheless. Through a sequence of connections of my former babysitter, who I mentioned along with me as a kid being a Junior Air Raid Warden during World War II in Redondo as found in the primary textual content above, and who as nicely, used to play with a life-measurement interactive toy Airplane Pilot Training Cockpit when she was a child, then moved from there into the aerospace industry, labored with and knew quite a lot of excessive up individuals in sure segments of that same industry. Through these connections I used to be finally able to land a halfway first rate --- as well as high paying job --- related to the then super-secret U2 spy airplane, and all of the sudden right earlier than my eyes a previously unexpected opening on my path of life revealed itself, offering the chance of an alternate unanticipated future. At first, though I never ranked my new job proper up there with my so called previously talked about dream job, I did rank it right up there as being "thrilling," encompassing in its personal method a sequence of weird, covert, and mysterious overtones, even requiring me to get a security clearance in the process. Besides going to Area fifty one I additionally ended up at a secret navy base referred to as Camp Hale high in the Colorado Rockies where Tibetans were being skilled by the CIA for covert operations again in there homeland of the Himalayas. It all had to do with need for a high altitude monitoring station and the equipment being able to perform continually under extremely chilly and rarefied situations.(see) However, after a short time working on the job, then a move inside the company to an space that actually required having the so stated security clearance, my new direct one-on-one boss, who I worked with recurrently at first, began disappearing over-and-over for persevering with longer periods of time doing ever more weird and secret stuff and never telling me anything about it nor including me or anything else. By clicking the picture beneath left, it can take you to some fast data on my boss and the innocuous little aerospace firm in El Segundo I was employed by. Most people who accomplish that come back, after following the hyperlinks via to completion, complaining about the bizarre nature of the top results. Others discover what my boss received blended up in, although a bit on the way-out side, fascinating. Clicking the picture on the precise will take you to some simply as quick information concerning my early Redondo Beach being-babysat-days and my babysitter Mary Lou who in later years was instrumental in me be employed by the aerospace firm: (please click on picture)-------------------------------------------------------(please click on picture)-----AS TO MY BOSS------------------------------------------------------AS TO MY BABYSITTER

With me not receiving any amount of direct supervision on the job and being ignored of the loop by other company officials, I was spending more and more amounts of time with actually not a lot to do --- nor did I have the knowledge, ability, or experience at the extent wanted to perform tasks particularly directed towards my boss. In the meantime, the basically non-important fill-in tasks I was finding to do started to get repetitive or stale and that i began sleepwalking through my job.(see) With all people close to to my boss seemingly having gone nuts over some discovery, along with him disappearing for days and generally weeks at a time, and with the two of us not heading out to the realm 51 Groom Lake facility doing U-2 stuff, and especially since no person appeared to care a method or the other, I discovered myself screwing off more and more ready for my draft notice to point out up. As it was I continued to receive a paycheck, but, since nobody was allowed to get into the clean-room with out the right clearance and maintaining tabs on me wasn't simple since most people simply thought I used to be with my boss --- though I wasn't --- in the course of the interim I began spending an increasing number of time doing different issues, i.e., like engaged on-and-off on a marlin boat, going to Vegas, and even traipsing round Mexico for a complete summer with an old highschool buddy from Redondo who on the time, basically considered himself as being in the same boat I used to be, re the following: "A few years out of high school a buddy and i, tired of our jobs and the instructions our lives had been going at the time, decided to spend a number of months one summer time on an extended road trip travelling throughout Mexico. We shopped round and purchased a used six-cylinder 1951 Chevy panel truck only for the trip and over a period of some months the two of us outfitted it like a camper with fold down bunks, desk, sink, stove, and portable rest room. We acquired a bunch of recent fan-belts, radiator hoses, internal tubes and tools, then, early one Saturday morning we crossed into Mexico at the Tijuana border with no concept how long we have been going to be gone or the place we would find yourself." TOMB RAIDER: THE LADY AND THE STOLEN SKULLS

ENTERS The most Beautiful Woman On the planet Those self same years might have been far more productive for me when it got here to girls too I suppose, however I used to be finding a great portion of what few old decrease stage reciprocal wing-man sort buddies I had have been jumping from the girlfriend stage to the married stage, having met I assume, somebody that they wished to marry or vice versa. However, at that time in my life it wasn't something that was occurring for me. For some motive, marriage was something I simply did not need to get into at the time, even if, like for a few of my buddies, it meant getting out of the draft. My determination wasn't made due to a lack of women both. Using the vernacular of the period, the South Bay was crawling with stews (flight attendants) and bikini clad seashore bunnies, and now, since I used to be just a few years older --- and with no offense directed toward any of the Redondo Union Highschool women of that era --- all seemingly a lot better than they had been throughout my highschool years. As I used to be quickly to be taught, my low-slung British sports automobile with two rows of louvers and a belt on the hood appealed to at least one class while my totally restored 40s wooden station wagon appealed to the other class. Where I had been mainly invisible to women whereas I used to be in highschool, during my put up high school years, and a being just a little extra assured, plus plush with money and automobiles, things had a tendency to lean barely toward being a tiny bit higher. It was simply that my pursuits did not match with most of the girls I met. That's, till in the future when an occasion of major proportions occurred --- -------

That exception started out on an everyday regular day when impulsively a type of mysterious unexplained flukes that simply happen to occur, occurred. A pal of my stepmother's who was going by means of a divorce needed some form of unnamed assist that apparently she thought I could present. She requested I meet her at a certain time and place in Long Beach. Agreeing that I'd, I showed up, however after waiting over two hours past our agreed upon time, she never did. Thinking I would come again and verify on later, since our designated meeting spot was close to the Long Beach Museum of Art, I wended my method over to the museum when, once inside, the next happened: "(A)s I was walking around the gallery within the museum --- and completely unprepared for such an event --- I saw a woman that up to that time in time I believe was absolutely essentially the most beautiful woman I had ever personally seen in my life. Unwittingly staring at her virtually as if I was frozen in a trance, she turned from the exhibit painting on the wall towards my path and when she did the two of us made eye contact. The precise moment our gaze linked it was a though my life power had been sucked out of me, my knees even buckling from the weight of me standing. Having lost a complete sense of dignity and someway feeling a necessity for air I instantly went exterior, crossing the short distance across a park adjoining to the museum overlooking the ocean. Within minutes if not seconds, for reasons I'm yet to fathom to at the present time, the woman was abruptly standing subsequent to me saying one thing like, 'Didn't you like the exhibit, you left so abruptly.' I do not recall what my answer was or how one factor led to the following, but quickly the two of us have been agreeing to have lunch collectively, though as a substitute I ate breakfast, at a bit restaurant she knew just a few blocks away called The Park Pantry. "She said she could have been to the museum before but couldn't remember a selected instance, solely stopping in for no different cause except to do so, then she saw me. She said once i left so abruptly she was overwhelmed with the strangest internal feeling, as though she had found one thing useful I had lost and she had to return it --- but she had nothing apart from a strange feeling that felt so actual." FIREHAIR: Queen of the Sagebrush Frontier

HOW I REMEMBER HER At the MUSEUM(please click image) She was in contrast to anybody I had ever met, most actually not like anything that inhabited the 2 South Bay coffee houses, the Iconoclast or the Insomniac I hung out in, and completely not like any of the opposite females and flight attendants hanging across the infamous Flying Jib in Redondo on the time. I used to be in heaven. Primarily because of that the remainder of the year slipped by, seeing each other as much as potential. Then, someday around the middle of the following yr I acquired a confirmation letter from the Selective Service informing me I can be inducted two or three months earlier than the top of the calendar yr and must report on a given date at a given time and place. The second I confirmed her the letter, aside from one uncommon occasion years and years later, I never saw her once more. Less than three weeks earlier than I used to be inducted she met some wealthy-ass USC dude who in the next 12 months while I was still in the military, having barely a yr of service behind me and being nothing however a lowly PFC, she married --- a play on the outdated gone off to varsity (him) while I remained nothing but a dunce working stiff (in the Army) trick. It has been said they eventually had twin daughters and from what I can tell she and her husband stay married to at the present time. Truth be advised, it was quite clear I wasn't going anywhere and she was, if she hadn't already. Due to her out of nowhere unexplained rebuff, i.e., if not being dumped, at least being forgotten to loss of life, I as an alternative spent a few of the summer time of 1962 throwing myself into some relatively intense Zen meditation periods that almost broke me mentally and almost killed me physically. So too, I know that on July 9, 1962 I went to the opening of Andy Warhol's first one man show ever, held in Los Angeles at the Ferus Gallery, though at the time Warhol was not well-known nor had I actually heard of him. After that I went crawling again on the marlin boat owned by David J. Halliburton to recoup. I spent the remainder of the summer season forgetting by hooking up with old pals in Cabo, many whom, no less than the feminine selection, labored the motels at evening and sunbathed on the yacht throughout the day. In the meantime I performed the bereaved lover, licked my wounds and wondered why the sunbathing women at all times seemed to be capable of finding the bottoms of their bathing suits but by no means the tops.

(please click image) In June 1968 Andy Warhol was shot and pronounced clinically lifeless and remained lifeless for nicely over a minute pushing into two before the medical crew was lastly capable of revive him. When Warhol and that i got to know of one another by means of a mutual acquaintance as a result of both Warhol and i had related near demise experiences, upon the dying of our acquaintance, he sent an unusual sized package, about three toes by three ft square and around three or four inches thick in care of me to the studio of an up and coming artist he knew within the Santa Monica/Venice area of California. Inside that rigorously wrapped bundle from Warhol's studio in New York, was a three foot by three foot signed by Warhol artist's proof print of Marilyn Monroe, which I nonetheless have.(see) When individuals see photographs of the particular person I met within the museum, especially so the headshot a few paragraphs again, those who know the gorgeous raven-haired beauty I met in school and took to see my Mentor, swear she is the very same particular person. Although she is a close to precise duplicate, I can assure you such was not the case, any doppelganger aspects being pure coincidence. As it was I didn't start faculty till after the Army. As found at the supply so cited, talking about my mentor after my discharge from the army I write: "(He) actually did not want anything to do with me, saying the army 'had brought out the beast in me.' He mellowed over time, particularly so after he reneged enough to permit me to introduce him to a gorgeous raven-haired beauty I had met in faculty. She had just turned 21 by just a few months after we met and I used to be a bit past my mid 20s though nicely shy of 30. He liked her immediately and considering of the Samsara world that a girl of such monumental magnificence might see something in me, I would nonetheless have after all, some inkling of redemption left."(see)

The purposely left unnamed fellow-pupil I met in college that I give title to as being a gorgeous raven-haired beauty, a direct quote I exploit from a buddy of mine used to explain her, had only turned age 21 by two months when we first crossed paths, she having just finished neighborhood school after earning an AA degree at the top of the fall semester. She had applied to Otis Art Institute and Chouinard's, now referred to as California Institute of the Arts, and been accepted by both, planning to start one or the other within the upcoming fall semester. Because of getting met me, at the end of summer and earlier than faculty began she appeared in a short dancing scene in one of many seashore occasion movies, most specifically the final in the sequence called The Ghost Within the Invisible Bikini..

THE GHOST IN INVISIBLE BIKINI WITH NANCY SINATRABY POOL AND RAVEN HAIRED Beauty IN BLUE Jeans(please click on picture) To this day, aside from the above so mentioned raven-haired beauty and not counting of course, Hope Savage, who falls right into a cannot be ranked independently particular category all her personal and possibly the feminine pharmacist on the since closed Laguna Drugs in Laguna Beach, California, Doris by name who appears to be like at you excessive of her glasses low on her nose via the height of her pharmacy window --- the museum lady, albeit having since those heady 1960's days develop into just a little wobbly in stature, nonetheless stands as absolutely essentially the most beautiful woman I have ever personally met in my life. Well, perhaps second, or maybe --- naw, I am unable to do this to her, but who's counting anyway? It all stems from a younger man's previous perceptions from a bygone day. Although I must admit, when that which is, bought round to coming into into the early 1980's, an individual I met in 1964, Madame Nguyen Cao Ky, arguably discovered floating precariously near the top spot.

MADAME NGUYEN CAO KY(please click image) For individuals who may be so fascinated, the gorgeous raven-haired magnificence I met in college and launched to my mentor passed away in 2017. Madame Ky died in 2016 at age 75. Essentially the most beautiful woman on this planet handed away in May of 2021. THE CURIOUSLY Famous NUT-JOB ... OR NOT While in high school, at the very least for the first two years, I had a job operating errands a few days a week and generally on the weekends for a badly burned, heavily scarred, barely ready to maneuver ex-merchant marine who in most of my writings I call my Merchant Marine Friend. During World War II the merchant ship he was serving on was forming up into a convoy and was positioned amongst the opposite ships within the rear nook on the starboard aspect that he known as "coffin nook," mentioned by skilled hands to be essentially the most simple picking location for submarines in a convoy. Even earlier than his ship finished its ultimate positioning and the convoy acquired underway members of a U-boat wolfpack started placing on the edges of the convoy and my friend's ship torpedoed. In order to avoid wasting himself he had no alternative but to leap overboard, touchdown in an space with oil burning alongside the surface of the water, the fire scorching his skin as he plunged through and returned for air. He spent months in recovery and rehabilitation. In these days each my Merchant Marine Friend and that i lived in houses on the 200 block south in Redondo Beach. He had a good friend named Truman Bethurum who lived just some brief blocks away, with an deal with somewhere simply north of the highschool not removed from my go to Mexico buddy's home, alongside the 400 or 500 block of north Gertruda. He would come by the merchant marine's house occasionally and the 2 of them would get into heated discussions. Several times when Bethurum was there I was there. The final time I remember seeing him at the merchant marine's home was in February 1954. Unknown to me at the time, all of the whereas Bethurum had been coming by to go to my merchant marine good friend he was rising up the ranks just to the cusp of being famous --- famous for what was was being known as a "contactee." I used to be advised a contactee was a person who had been contacted by aliens from another world. All of the whereas he was having books published, appearing on Tv, interviewed in magazines and the press. Even the Daily Breeze did a huge article on him. Bethurum mentioned his experience began after his shift working as a upkeep mechanic for the Wells Cargo Construction Company, an asphalt mixing plant in Nevada. Tired, he took a little time to take a snooze at a nearby place referred to as Morman Mesa where he had been trying to find ancient seashells. In the method he encountered a UFO and its occupants . Bethurum claimed his first contact took place on July 7, 1952 (later corrected to Saturday or Sunday of July 26 or 27) and since then to have had several similar encounters. My Merchant Marine Friend died through the summer between my sophomore and junior years in highschool, Bethurum died in 1969 after reaching his pinnacle some years before. After i first heard about Bethurum I sent a letter to my Uncle outlining his story. My uncle wrote again saying to take the guy for what he's worth, however he sounded like a nut case. My uncle mentioned he had three personal experiences with flying objects of an unknown nature or origin, the San Antonio crash (1945), the Roswell crash (1947) and the Kingman UFO (1953), and not as soon as, below any circumstances involving the objects, had he run into any type of alien life varieties, lifeless or alive --- though he did admit by inference the sturdy chance of such, primarily based mostly on the object he discovered on the Roswell debris area he reluctantly called the The Roswell Ray Gun as a result of it had all outward appearances of being a hand held weapon. My uncle's recommendation, presumably tinged with a tiny little bit of jealousy, requested what I thought my dad would think if he discovered I used to be listening to Bethurum. After all, he mentioned, when he asked me join him in Kingman, Arizona in May of 1953 my father said that he, my uncle, "was filling my thoughts with all kinds of 'weird and ineffective shit' and to and keep his 'cock-and-bull tales' to himself." THE KINGMAN UFO: 1953

AND NOW THIS As found within the opening paragraphs at the top of this footnote: "Once i first graduated from highschool the job I had lined up as talked about within the above quote I believed was going to be a life long dream job --- a job I thought of would be my profession ceaselessly. It did not fairly work out that approach. Without even breaking 18 months with the corporate, in a preemptive strike to ward off a possible or rumored company restructuring or take over, they began reducing the level of their work force. The realm I labored for laid off upwards of round 90 people, and in a traditional final employed, first fired situation, I used to be caught up in it."

In the course of the roughly 18 month interval that I lived in Hollywood following my graduation from high school I stayed at a place owned by a man named Don, a long time acquaintance of my Stepmother. His house, the living area of which was built on high of a two-automotive garage had no entrance yard, back yard, or side yards, and was so tightly crammed in between neighbor's homes you could hardly slip a playing card between them. The whole garage door front of the home was only inches off a narrow twisty automobile-parked congested street a brief distance after getting into the Hollywood Hills just because the hills began to rise up off the basin ground from Sunset Boulevard, and for me, solely a short stroll to catch a bus to work if I so chose, having left my woody with my brother within the South Bay. The living arrangements, with no cost to me, had been set up by my stepmother the summer time earlier than when I was working for no pay as an intern or "gopher" or a "runner" as they are someday referred to as. Don was a single unattached gay guy about 45-50 years previous whose major declare to fame was that he knew the film actress Elizabeth Taylor, and in line with him, when she was in city they might have private little out of the way luncheons collectively regularly. Every time I requested if he would take me along someday he would all the time tell me she wasn't comfy with new individuals or individuals she didn't know.

ELIZABETH TAYLOR, Same Era, CIRCA 1961(please click image) Typically like I did almost every day after work in those days I walked all the way down to the bus cease near the corner of Sunset and Van Ness to catch a journey dwelling when on a sure particular day a pristine mint condition Mercedes Benz 300 SL gullwing coupe stopped in visitors directly across from the place I was sitting ready for the light. Of all things, and one of many last things I might have ever expected, I recognized the driver as someone I knew. Stepping off the curb towards the automobile, and not totally sure if I would scare the crap out of the driver, I tapped on the window. Almost instantly after a fast look the driver recognized me. In an open hand pointing motion he signaled as though he would pull over when he obtained a chance. When the light modified he crossed the intersection pulling into a purple zone along the curb whereas I ran to catch up with him. Now, I do not understand how many of you might have ever tried to get into a Mercedes Benz 300 SL gullwing coupe, but when you do not know how or have never done it before, it may be a bit of tricky, particularly in the course of rush hour traffic with horns honking and all kinds of individuals yelling. But received in I did and off we went in a huge huge rush of acceleration. The driver was none other than the multi-million greenback heir to the Woolworth fortune and soon to be famous builder of the extremely nationwide and internationally aggressive Scarab sports race cars, Lance Reventlow. The 2 of us had been crossing paths on and off ever since I used to be around 12 and he was 14. The very first thing he requested was what was I doing on a bus bench on Sunset in Hollywood, implying softly if I was homeless or something. I crammed him in that I used to be staying at the home of a pal of my stepmother who owned a spot within the Hollywood Hills whereas I was working as an Inbetweener within the animation department of a serious movie studio just down the street from the place he picked me up. He informed me he lived off Mulholland Drive in the Hollywood Hills and on his means house and could easily drop me off. Remembering again after we were each kids drawing race cars collectively and what I used to be doing now, he practically shit. Here was Reventlow, a man that did not must work a day in his life and me pondering nothing I might of or ever do or say would impress him a technique or the opposite, he was drop jawed amazed that I was working, being paid, and doing a job creating cartoons for a major Hollywood studio, and I used to be nonetheless just a kid. It appeared prefer it was virtually as though he wished it was him doing it instead. A number of people have come forward claiming to have recognized Lance Reventlow saying what I've written about him does not sound like the Reventlow they knew, i.e., spontaneously selecting somebody up from some bus bench in Hollywood for instance and taking him house. What most people seem to have in frequent is that their coming to know Reventlow got here into being after he had inherited his wealth and grew to become a Hollywood playboy sports activities automotive builder and driver. Once i first got here across Reventlow he was a 14 year old product of a falling apart household situation having been dumped off in some college out in the middle of the Arizona desert for asthmatics. The day I sat down subsequent to him and started drawing single seat open wheel race cars with him I had by no means seen anything like it. His unimaginable consideration to detail without the thing in front of him showed an extraordinary observant thoughts to small particulars combined with an means to transfer what was in that mind onto paper, showing an extraordinary mental hand-brain hand-eye small motor talent coordination that I hadn't actually skilled earlier than even in spite of everything these years with my artist uncle. Immediately I began upgrading, incorporating, and refining my means into the same set of skills. As to others and the way they knew him I have to admit the most time I ever spent with Reventlow together alone was the day he took me residence in his 300 SL after which he was solely simply then coming into the era where most of the writers were telling me how he "actually" was. I did get a small sniff of that potentiality when one day I submitted a satire article I had written on Reventlow to James T. Crow the editor of Road and Track magazine at the time. I had known Crow personally from the time he was the editor of the California Sports Car Club month-to-month journal and through that relationship thought he might publish the satire in Road and Track, a satire I had titled "LUNCH REVS-LOW: Or Lunch Bucks It." Crow obtained back to me saying though he discovered the article extraordinarily funny, falling into the identical vein of Mad Comics, he was reluctant to publish it, even when was written by somebody Reventlow knew because of his infamous lack of a sense of humor --- which was news to me. As to the job, weekdays were all the time filled with work for me, whereas the weekends went just about nonstop across the clock, that's till Sunday evening. By then every thing form of wound down or stopped. Invariably on the weekends, and effectively before those winding down Sunday evenings rolled round, Don would drag himself home with one or two, or by the end of the weekend a number of typically underage, always broke, runaway Midnight Cowboy sorts under his wing --- mostly off Sunset or Hollywood Boulevards or some other equally slug infested environ. Finding me there, though I had my own room, they thought I used to be one among them ending up with me usually spending an inordinate period of time fending off diametrically opposed life-style approaches. After a mainly sunrise to sunrise to sunrise weekend and the hunting down of a few of the extra undesirables Don would quiet down and sit back and watch Tv and all the time at the highest of his listing was, after the sequence started, Maverick. Since the next day was Monday and the start of the workweek for me, after the weekend I'd sometimes join him kicking again, in the process I noticed most if not all the early a part of the first season of Maverick, all in order and when they have been first launched. In the Fall of 1957, after nearly a yr and a half residing at Don's house, I spent Thanksgiving and the top of the year holidays with relations again in Redondo. The month prior to Thanksgiving, on what was one among my final weekends at Don's before transferring back to Redondo after being laid off, I watched an episode of Maverick with him titled "Stage West" based mostly on a Louis L'Amour short story referred to as That Packsaddle Affair. One 12 months later, though I hadn't gone back to see Don nor been in touch with him since I left, on the anniversary of that final weekend with him, he sent me a model new unfolded crisp copy of a simply out Maverick comedian book that had an illustrated model of that exact similar episode of Stage West the two of us had watched collectively that final weekend, and of which, below I've linked a full online copy of for these readers who may be so involved. Typically such an offer of goodwill and friendship wouldn't carry a lot weight past what it meant between say Don and i at the time. However, neither of us had a clue as to the downstream outflow that was to observe, nor did Don ever learn of it in later years that I know of. Although neither of us knew it on the time, it simply so occurred that the girl who co-starred and obtained equal billing with James Garner in Garner's own sequence as found in the Stage West episode of Maverick and who confirmed up as effectively in the comedian ebook version, albeit drawn more-or-less ambiguously, turned out to be the exact same lady I met several years later in the museum. Re the next: ------JAMES GARNER IN 1957'S MAVERICK EPISODE: STAGE WEST. THE ACTRESS WAS THE Woman Within the MUSEUM HOW I REMEMBER HER, THAT DAY At the MUSEUM

THE BLONDE Due to my fairly low profile mundane existence and life-style amongst the masses I by no means expected again to be ready to be granted or turn out to be a second time recipient for an occasion of such significance or magnitude to repeat itself. However, such was not the case, though it took 50 years or so before any kind of a remotely related incidence was to transpire. That remote incidence concerned an unusual convergence of the supernormal perceptual state recognized in Sanskrit as Siddhis, myself, and a lady of exceptional beauty, spiritual acumen, intellect, and pure expertise by the identify of Phyllis Davis. Why she was capable of carve out time for me or did so is on it is personal is a itself a miracle and slightly bit beyond comprehension. In Footnote [3] I point out the Mahasi Meditation Center in Rangoon, Burma --- of which staying there for the full 12 weeks for meditators to today is still free, together with room and board. Phyllis Davis and i had been tied together under quite unusual circumstances involving the Mahasi Meditation Center. See:

PHYLLIS DAVIS CIRCA 1980(click picture)

THE Comic Book "On what was one of my final weekends at Don's before moving again to Redondo after being laid off I watched an episode of Maverick with him titled 'Stage West' based on a Louis L'Amour quick story called 'That Packsaddle Affair.' One yr later, although I hadn't gone back to see Don nor been in contact with him since I left, on the anniversary of that last weekend with him, he despatched me a model new unfolded crisp copy of a simply out Maverick comic e-book that had an illustrated version of that actual identical episode of Stage West the 2 of us had watched collectively that final weekend."

BY MOUSE CLICKING THE Below GRAPHIC All the MAVERICK Comic BookSTORY OF STAGE WEST Presented BY DELL FROM Start To complete COMES UP (please click on picture)

MAVERICK TRAILS: THE DELL ADAPTION OF STAGE WEST LOUIS L'AMOUR: THE PACKSADDLE AFFAIR, STAGE WEST

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Redondo Beach is the place I really remember the last time my speedy household was collectively, that's, intact and healthy with my mother, father, two brothers and myself absolutely together as a functioning family unit. That remembrance circulates round all of us residing in our authentic family home on Lucia Avenue. A contented loving childhood with a mom and father and taking part in with my brothers and youngsters within the neighborhood. A house filled with toys and my older brother studying to journey a bicycle. But, most specifically for me, remembering one of my brother's birthdays, one of many final ones we had together for a lot of, many years to come back, if at all. My brother's birthday is in October and in 1942 it fell on a weekend. My parents --- the key words right here being "my mother and father" within the plural, that is, both of them --- decided to make it more special than traditional. More than special as a result of the long run was so uncertain in these days, and scary apart from, they determined to throw him the best surprise celebration they may whereas time and circumstances still allowed it. How do I realize it was 1942? Because to tug off the surprise required my brothers and me to be out of the house while it was being decorated and guests, mates and children secretly arrived --- so my dad took us down to the ocean to stroll alongside the sand. It was not unusual to wander alongside the seaside with one or the opposite or both of our dad and mom, and even grandparents, so it was no big factor. However, we invariably hunted moonstones on what was called Moonstone Beach in entrance of the Strand that ran north of the pier in those days. Instead, no sooner had we reached the seashore than we worked our approach south of the pier to see a highly-muted city event, a two-man Japanese Midget Submarine that had washed up on shore. Despite the fact that the sub was roped off blocking any formal entry from the front, to get to it my dad took us along a slender strip between the Horseshoe Pier and the rocks, crossing beneath the pilings of the straight pier along the water line and onto the seashore. Once we reached the sub he lifted me up and I used to be capable of look inside via an open hatch.

Just a few days earlier than, within minutes of the midget submarine being spotted 500 yards off the Redondo Beach pier, a half a dozen airplanes dropped bombs from her last recognized position to all alongside her suspected path of journey. Two days later the sub, although nearly undamaged, washed up on shore. The date of the occasion has been reported as being October 4, 1942 although it doesn't really matter a lot as the bombing occurred in October, 1942 and that i personally noticed the midget submarine inside days of it washing up on the seaside --- and that i remember seeing it quite clearly with my dad --- and we have been there that day because we needed to be out of the home for my brother's birthday. A then Redondo Beach resident named Max Harris and an avowed eyewitness to the midget sub washing up on the beach, who can be well into his 90s now if nonetheless alive, was age 26 on the time and, extrapolated from his personal words, describes how he recalls the event: "It was a quiet morning round 10:00 AM and me and my girlfriend had been walking alongside the beach. Unexpectedly out of nowhere, six American bombers flew right over us and began dropping bombs about 500 yards from the shoreline. They then circled again and did it again, dropping at the very least 50 bombs after which flew away. The next thing I knew about 200 soldiers appeared and they shortly closed the beach. "Later that day radio information broadcasts said that a Japanese two-man submarine had been sighted off the coast of Redondo and it was destroyed. Two days later the submarine washed up on shore and inside they discovered the our bodies of two Japanese Naval officers." (supply)

Within the above essential textual content I write that a pair who had been visiting neighbors throughout Thanksgiving offered to take one in all us boys in an effort to ease the childcare burden going through my father. My father agreed and the couple selected me, in flip taking me to India first without his knowledge then with out his approval. What I'm not privy to in such a situation is what year Thanksgiving we're talking about, 1942 or 1943. If it was the Thanksgiving of 1943, which I generally tend to lean towards, I'd have been with the couple solely a month earlier than going to India. If it was Thanksgiving of 1942 I could have been with them for as much to a yr IF I went to live with them right away following Thanksgiving. No sooner had I moved in with the couple following Thanksgiving and began a new faculty than the 2-week Christmas trip, or winter recess as they name it now, rolled round and they took me to India, not returning until sometime round the start of summer season, in the interim me lacking the remainder of the varsity year. They selected the tip of the year with a view to attend a religious convention held December 26-31, 1943, in Adyar, positioned on the coast of the Indian Ocean near Madras, about ninety five miles northeast of Tiruvannamalai. Tiruvannamalai is the place they eventually ended up, residing at or near the ashram of the venerated Indian holy man the Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi for perhaps 5 months. Through info informed to me by a one time childhood good friend, Adam Osborne, now deceased, whose household lived on the ashram at the time, he and that i had been together throughout the complete moon of April 1944. That may put me nonetheless at the ashram proper in early April as the total moon fell on the 8th that month, however, as came upon by letters from the girl of the couple to my father, on my approach residence onboard a ship in the Indian Ocean, by earlier reckoning as figured out in British Ship MV Tulagi, toward the tip of May, 1944 and more than likely back within the states sometime in June, 1944. On close to the very last day of June or so 1944, I used to be placed on a passenger train somewhere in Pennsylvania headed towards Chicago, touring with who I do not know. If it was or was not the couple who took me to India has by no means been confirmed. In Chicago I boarded the Number 19 Santa Fe Chief westbound to Los Angeles. After two days of travel from Pennsylvania, someday round midnight of July 3, 1944, between Flagstaff, Arizona and Williams, on a high pace downhill run and behind schedule, the Chief's locomotive, a powerful Baldwin constructed 4-8-4 Northern with eighty inch drive wheels and clocking out at over 90 miles per hour, hit a marked 55 mph velocity limit curve, with the locomotive derailing and sliding in the dirt on it's side off the tracks for properly over the length of two football fields earlier than coming to a stop. The rest of the 14 automotive prepare ended up in varied phases of derailment and wreckage on and off the track, some automobiles remaining upright with two actually staying on the tracks undamaged. The fireman and three passengers have been killed. 113 passengers along with 13 prepare employees injured, among them the severely injured engineer.

WRECK OF THE Number 19 SANTA FE CHIEF JULY 3, 1944.(photograph from Chris Baird Collection) While in India or in transit I ended up lacking my mom's dying and her funeral. No sooner had she been laid to rest than my father, who had been on a non-stop binge since she died, possibly earlier than, hastily left the care of my two brothers, like he had with me, in the arms of others, with every being sent their separate methods to family or guardians. Then, with out even ready to see if his haze-fueled plans would be remotely profitable he basically disappeared into the hinterlands for a number of years heavy into alcohol. My older brother went to live with my grandmother's brother and his household in some small city in the lower reaches of the mountains near Fresno, California. My youthful brother was sent to dwell with a couple I used to be advised have been, however of which I'm still unsure of their standing of who they have been actually, my father's father's brother's son and his spouse down along the California-Mexican border. After my return to the states, between the time I left the practice station in Williams, Arizona however before I went to reside with the flower store folks, I stayed with my grandmother on my mother's side on and off for an unknown time frame. During that point two very excessive impact occurrences transpired in my life. First, following my return my grandmother became increasingly involved about my seemingly askew perspective on issues. In turn, because of her considerations, she contacted my Uncle, who lived in Santa Fe, New Mexico, to see if he had any concept where my father was. Almost immediately, after being totally unsuccessful in locating my father in any of his outdated haunts, my uncle came out to help, one of the first of several journeys earlier than he actually remained on a everlasting foundation. Secondly, I had solely been with my grandmother a short time when i went purchasing all day long in town along her daughter (my mother's sister, in any other case referred to as an aunt) and her daughter's two youngsters (in any other case generally known as first cousins). Returning at the tip of the day we pulled up in entrance of the garage and i got out of the automobile opening the 2 aspect-by-side wood garage doorways. There, only a few steps from the place I stood, right in front of me on the garage floor in the glare of the headlights, in a slowly expanding pool of blood, was what was left of the husband of my mother's sister. The whole back of his head blown out from the blast of a double barrel shotgun he had stuck in his mouth. With all the pieces in a significant turmoil with adults screaming. kids crying, and cops and ambulances everywhere in the place, not realizing how it was finished or by who, I ended up by some means in mattress that night. The subsequent morning, though I personally wasn't very high up on anyone's precedence listing contemplating the circumstances, it was ultimately discovered I was not only not with any of the cousins, I used to be nowhere to be found. Weeks, possibly months went by when my grandmother was contacted by a sheriff from a department in a distant desert neighborhood saying they'd discovered me, that I used to be Ok, and principally all she had to do aside from some minor paperwork, was to come and get me. Apparently the night of the shooting a neighbor who was making an attempt to help discovered me walking around my aunt's property in some type of a semi-dazed state and with out consulting anyone, below her own initiative, carried me into certainly one of my cousin's bedrooms and lined me on the mattress totally clothed and within the confusion all however forgotten. The subsequent morning, miles, and miles away from the place I had been the night before, I used to be discovered wandering out in the course of the desert by an outdated desert prospector, with no idea who I was or how I obtained there. Eventually the prospector, the honorable man that he was, albeit residing on his own prospector-like desert time, took me to the authorities who contacted my grandmother, re the following: "The sheriff advised my grandmother that the previous man knowledgeable him he was driving along Old Woman Springs Road situated down and behind the mountains from Big Bear Lake on the excessive desert flooring when he noticed an unusual group of vultures circling within the thermals. They didn't seem to be zeroing in on an unmoving carcass of some type, but transferring their circle as if following one thing possibly injured however nonetheless alive. Reading the indicators of the desert like a guide and using his intuition as a lot as his curiosity, the previous man turned north on a dirt road that led toward the old Bessemer iron mine thinking he might have the ability to get nearer and get a better look. When he reached a point about even with the overall eastward movement of the vultures he pulled over to the facet of the street and standing up on the seat of his open high jeep peered out over the desert with binoculars to see if he might see something. Sure sufficient, visually sweeping the area beneath the vulture's circle by his binoculars he noticed some distance off the street what seemed like and turned out to be, a younger boy all by himself out in the midst of nowhere walking along almost if he had no clue as to where he was or what he was doing. However, the previous man said, such it would appear, was not the case. It was as though the boy knew precisely what he was doing, however why he was doing it was a mystery. "If the boy was following the vultures with them appearing as guides or they have been following his lead it didn't appear to matter because the younger boy walked straight to and into, solely to then sit down in the middle of, probably the most unusual features in all of the Mojave Desert, a creosote ring. But not any creosote ring the outdated man stated, but a specific one, with an enormous diameter the likes of which he had by no means seen. By all description and placement, without realizing it, the younger boy had walked to, selected out, and sat down in the midst of what, after it's discovery 30 or 40 years later, turned out to be, and has since been given the identify King Clone, the oldest known dwelling factor on Earth, dated as being over 11,700 years previous."(source)

Sometime in mid August of 1945 my uncle, as nothing more than an innocent bystander --- and formally confirmed to be such at a later date -- received caught up in some type of scenario that attracted the attention of the atomic vitality people at Los Alamos. Two men flashing badges and dressed in civilian clothes showed up at his dwelling early one morning and took him without rationalization to a secured space contained in the Los Alamos facility. After two days of questioning about what he saw he was launched primarily by the efforts of famed astronomer and mathematician Dr Lincoln La Paz. In a footnote on the La Paz web page so linked the next is discovered: "(A) severe radiation mishap occurred at Los Alamos that killed one of the scientists working there. His death did not truly occur till several weeks after the accident, and it wasn't till his demise that it was reported --- after which, on the time, the actual cause of his demise was not launched. In any case the accident occurred on August 21, 1945. During my uncle's dialog with La Paz over coffee and the fact that it circulated around radiation and it's effect on living things --- comparable to my uncle's interest on radiation impression on plants --- La Paz let slip that a fellow scientist was severely burned by an overdose of radiation the day before."

A method or the opposite, nevertheless the events involving my uncle unfolded, it should have been just on the close of summer, sometime between that August 21, 1945 date and the start of faculty in September of 1945 that I discovered myself getting out of a car clutching a tiny suitcase with nothing however a handful of crummy belongings and sack stuffed with dirty underwear and not realizing how I got there. Standing on the sidewalk not a lot greater than a simple beleaguered younger boy with no mother and a father lengthy gone, being taken by a stranger to live with a pair that owned a flower shop in Redondo Beach, a pair I used to be sure I had never seen or heard of in my life. THE SPIRITUAL ELDER AND THE SANTA FE CHIEF

SANTA FE LOCOMOTIVE #3774

RIDING THE CAB FORWARDS

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"Living on the ranch in the high desert of the Mojave in these days had been heady occasions. With the struggle finally over almost everything was doing nothing however going upward. All kinds of issues were occurring, especially in the aircraft and automotive fields and happening within the desert apart from. The ranch was situated not removed from Muroc Dry Lake the identical place Edwards Air Force Base was situated. So too, the ranch wasn't removed from Mirage Dry Lake both. On the bottom at Mirage had been nothing but numberless sizzling rods and belly tank lakesters. My uncle would take us on the market to observe some of the hopped-up Ford flatheads hitting a hundred and fifty mph. Within the air, flying proper over the ranch, have been B-36s and flying wings. Higher up they have been testing the Bell X-1 and breaking the sound barrier." A BOY AND HIS JEEP: ADVENTURES In the DESERT

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Not everyone who reads my works catches on or will get the concept once i write about the mixture of me and my stepmother at the side of a ranch she owned, that there have been really two very separate and distinct ranch experiences as well as ranches. Some readers, not realizing it, tend run of blend the two occasions and ranches together, which is easy enough to do. The first ranch experience revolved or centered round me as a young basically grade college child along with my older and youthful brothers and several other other kids my stepmother more-or-much less supported or took care of in some fashion, all residing on a ranch she bought just for that purpose --- which the above quote on sonic booms and flying wings alludes to. The second ranch expertise found me just getting into my teen years and beginning my freshman year at Redondo Union High school. I didn't live on that second ranch, only spending the summers there during those highschool years. My stepmother, after having just returned from a two yr absence living and touring in Mexico and South America, then divorcing my dad after she obtained back, bought what was a deserted, just about failed run down former try at a dude ranch. One year later, during my first full summer time there, the summer time between my freshman and sophomore years in highschool, what she referred to as a 'ranch' --- even though as a ranch it was slightly on the sparse facet in what I would name standard ranch fare --- had been completely rebuilt and refurbished with a relatively long fully stocked bar, meals service amenities, swimming pool, a dance corridor with a stage and reside entertainment, together with rodeos and boxing matches on rotating weekends. It additionally had at least two dozen one-armed-bandit slot machines in a secret hidden room, plus like I at all times love to say, an ever current flock of Hostesses. Although I was on the ranch through the summers throughout my highschool years because the son of the proprietor --- and on the time she being fairly rich --- it wasn't like I used to be a prince. My stepmother, or ex-stepmother because the case could have been by then, had a whole collection of jobs or work for me to do around the place to "earn my keep" as she would usually tell me. One of those jobs, apart from shoveling horse manure and cow dung after the once-a-month weekend rodeos, was to assist the swamper that cleaned up the place following the Saturday evening bashes by gathering up and rinsing tons of previous beer bottles (usually stuffed with cigarette butts put out in stale beer), emptying and washing ashtrays, wiping down tables and chairs, hoeing out the restrooms and barf and sweeping the dance hall ground and stage with oiled sawdust. But, it was not all work and no play because the previous point out of me going to the El Rey Club. At the top of one of many boxing days, some Runyonesque types, realizing I used to be the "son" of the owner and having been ferrying bet cash between them on a few of the matches invited me to sit down and have dinner with them. My stepmother, circulating by way of the group, after noticing me at the desk with some pretty dangerous varieties, got here over to see if all was effectively. In small discuss one in every of them mentioned they'd come up for the day from Del Mar and would quickly be