“Dr. Wandel completed his fellowship training in glaucoma at the Baylor College of Medicine and a residency in ophthalmology at New York Medical College. His past appointments include Montefiore Medical Center and the New York Eye and Ear Infirmary.”
The problem I am having as a writer, is creating a real bad guy. In my unfinished novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ the villain is Thomas Gideon. Tom installs his benevolent comuter in Flea Bag Hotels with this message on it…
“Talk to me – Pilgrim!”
Berkeley Bill Bolagard does just that, and five hours later, the Oakland Cops kick down his door.
“”Get down on the floor – you fucking reprobate! You worthless piece of shit!”
Bill had confessed to killing a man who molested him after he picked him up when hitchhiking. Years later Bill finds a trunk in the attic of an old Victorian slated for demolition. My ex found a trunk in the attic of the house she purchased. Mary Ann Tharaldsen lived with Thomas Pynchon for two years. Christine is being sent a trunk full of her things she got from the Wandel home on Hancock Street. She forgot what she put inside. Her mother gave her this trunk and gave her a half hour to fill it – and get out! She claims her siblings got her share of the house after their father died.
On this day, May 16, 2024, I place Thaddeus Wandel under….LITERARY ARREST!
All day yesterday I looked in the Ugly Mirror that Thaddeus owns. He is not alone. I was forced to seriously consider if Mr. Wandel started his day by looking into the large mirror you see in his dressing room, and then enters his sister’s squalid studio in Greenwich Village. Thaddeus had offered to drop off the family china that he took from his sister’s appartment.
“You can have a dinner party for six!” Ludwig said to my dear friend since 1967.
Christine then told me her brother sold The Family Books!
“You can find them at Strand bookstore!” Teddy said, mockingly. Denying his sister was a High Sport. Fuck the Hypocritic Oath.
“He’s a reptile! How could he. I told him I wanted those books. He said it would have been too expensive to ship them.”
“Maybe he’s lying, and he kept them. I hope so, because the Wandel Books are the Star of my novel ‘The Gideon Computer. In my book you are Monica. Bill meets your father in his library on Hancock Street. He takes a book off the shelf, and gives a impromptu review! Your father is impressed! Your father puts a letter in one of those books for you! What – if there was a letter from your father in one of those books. Why didn’t you tell me Louise had Family Books?”
“Well, they’re gone now! He probably sold them. What a – BUM!”
I saved Christine Wendel’s life five months ago. I called her and she could not get off the floor. I called the police, and they came and kicked down the door. I called Julie t inform her her mother was in the hospital. Tow days ago Christine told me Thaddeus never met his niece, never showed any interest in her. Yet Thaddeus volunteered her to take care of her mother – if she becomes unable to take care of herself. Thaddeus recently got power of attorney, and put Louise in a home – against her will! He provided evidence she was not in her right mind. We talked about the $500,000 dollars Big Sister had in the bank, and how it would be seized by the Government. Not once did Thaddeus visit Christine in the hospital when she was fought for her life. Yesterday he told her he’s flying to Hungary for a vacation.
After I visited Nancy Hamren at the Springfield Creamery, owned by Chuck and Sue Kesey, the first girl I ever kiss (we were twelve) suggested I write the history of the hippies because I have a good memory. Six months later, I began The Gideon Computer which is about….The Last Hippie Standing! In 1980 Mary Ann showed me her copy of V that Pynchon signed. I tried to read it, but could not relate to the protagonist – who was not a Baby Boomer. Nancy dated Owsley and lived with Mountain Girl’s brother on the Kesey farm. She was Keith’s lover, her later became Christine’s lover. We are family. Peter Shapiro and I are talking about putting two years of our text in a book. The Wandel Library would have made a wonderful backdrop for our interview when Peter talks about the time Neil Cassidy came home with The Loading Zone after playin at the Fillmore. Christine went on a date with Bill Graham. Nancy got me on Further with Ken in the Eugene Celebration Parade. Our peers were the core of…
THE SUMMER OF LOVE
Is Thaddeus pissed because he was not invited? Did he know Timothy Leary at Harvard? Christine asked her brother if it took two doctors to commit someone. There was silence. Two hour ago I told I’m going to drop Thaddeus into the Cuckoo’s Nest. Above is a photo of the my childhood friend talking to Ken Babbs at the dedication of the Kesey Family Mural. The STAR of this mural is…
THE BOOKCASE
I interviewed the folks that did the mural, and they told me it was not Ken Kesey’s bookcase, but, Ken Babbs. WTF? Two months ago I sent Christine another Care Box. It had been awhile. Inside were two cans of Campbell’s soup, some crackers, three books, and a magnifying sheet so she can read the three books I gave her written by Jake Freeburg, who wanted to interview Christine, myself, and Peter Shapiro, for his radio show. Most of these interviews were published in these books Christine CAN NOT read!. In the pic above Christine is wearing the clothes I bought her in Oregon. Thaddeus got a report from the doorman that Louise wore rags, and defecated on the floor of her bathroom. This was used as…..EVIDENCE……his sister is out of her mind! There is no phone in her room.
GASLIGHTER!
For thirty years Christine Felicia Wandel bitterly complained about Thaddeus refusing to help her get glasses. Why is he paying so much attention to Louise. Is it…..THE MONEY? What’s in it for….The Man Who Doesn’t Care?
Five hours ago I read an article by Bill Ackman who went to Harvard, too. Christine’s father was a doctor that had his office on the first floor at 18 Hancock St. These are Boston Bluebloods – who love to look down on people – THEIR OWN PEOPLE!!!! WTF? Is it possible Thaddeus enjoys the poverty of his sister – so he can enjoy that much better – the choices he made? Did Thaddeus ever drop acid? Has Mr. Ackman? Does Thaddeus have beady eyes? What’s with that upturned corner of his mouth?
“Ackman’s plan is for the U.S. government to place $7,000 into an account created for every child at birth. To be clear, this isn’t a cash grant. He believes the account must be restricted from withdrawals and also tax exempt.”
What the fuck! This is another book!
Be Brutal And Multiply
by
John Presco
Copyright 2024
Doctor Studdfasteus T. Winzlepuff awoke early and admired the crescent moon from his emperor-size bed. He patted himself on the back for owning a house where there is no need for curtains. He lived on five acres of magical forest.
Going into his full-size dressing room, he puts on his ‘getting dressed music’. By the time Bolero is finished, he is ready to greet the day. But, on this day, two minutes in, the music changes. Studdfateous is hearing weird music and a song about a White Rabbit. He is feeling – small.He wonders if he is on drugs. Is this a flashback? Is he hallucinating. Studdfasteous gasps when he sees he is wearing – rags! Why?
“Why am I going back in time thru the Looking Glass?”
On the mean streets of New York, Studd approaches a guy that looks like a pimp. The pimp asks him if he is a homo because he doesn’t believe gays should be blessed with a Hedge Fund Baby, and become an instant multimillionaire. Future shares of these Bonus Babies are traded on the market. No sooner did Senator Packman get his Prenatal Grubstake made into an ironclad law, then ruthless Wall Street Speculator swooped in and did some multiplying. The Baby Grub became the new currency because it was – GUARANTEED – by the U.S. Government. Within a year New York’s Top Pimps were financial wizards because SEX was their thing, their specialty. When things really got out of hand, the Republicans’ passed a Bill that required all women have their tubes tied after giving birth to one child so they don’t have another one – FOR PROFIT! Family Values were important. Down South forced abortion laws were made in order to keep poor black folks from becoming filthy rich, and buying Cadillacs! All of a sudden Black People had VALUE. Black Baby Real-estate Brokers For Civil Rights and Fair Play, began to corner the real estate market in America’s largest cities. Alas, they had a bright future – guaranteed!! Then there are the Jews. You know how they are when it comes to networking. Consider the Bar mitzvah!
To Be Continued
This morning I asked Christine if Julie had $500,000 dollars Thaddeus – might have some interest in communicating with his niece, at least send her a Christmas card? I had her verify that Broadway Al was Julie’s Godfather, and, Joe Marra was her good friend.
“She used to go into Joe’s shop and talk to him. It was a head shop, with posters and pot accessories.”
Would Thaddeus shake Joe’s hand?”
“No!”
“Why?”
“Because he would consider him an inferior!”
I’m going to send Kuldev Singh this post and ask him if he has any interest in my theological solution to the Boy Born Blind? Many Jews are stellar philanthropists. I have written about the Mendes family, and Moses Montefiore. Both men are in my autobiography, that includes several chapters on Christine. I read Grace Slick wrote White Rabbit, and was inspired by The Bolero, that I danced for Marilyn Reed on her sixteenth birthday. On our third date she took me to see her friend, Les McCann, who played and sang for us on his baby grand. Christine was shocked when I told her there is a grand piano in her brother’s home. When I read Zillow’s description. I started to laugh.
“And – he refused to get you glasses – lest you see the beautiful trees outside his wall of windows!”
“Now I know why he never invited me to his house!”
I just saw the house across the street. Wow! Peter Shapiro played at the Acid Tests. His father was a famous professor at MIT. My friend was expected to be as successful as his father – and even more. The Wandel Family are……Prisoners of Attainment! If you are born on Beacon Hill, and if you dropout of The Blueblood Race – you will be severely punished – along with your children!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acid_Tests
In my novel The Gideon Computer, I employ the move of the Oakland Raiders to Los Angeles as the – Beginning of The End. For some insane reason I have Bill’s German walk-on twin come back to life as John the Baptist. I walked out of the Catholic Church when I was eleven and knew very little about the Bible. This story was inspired by my ex-wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen finding an old trunk in a attic that was owned by a German immigrant. There were Nazi postcards inside, I assume sent by a relative. Mary Ann had lived in Mexico with Thomas Pynchon. They lived for a short while on College Ave. in Oakland, thus, I put Pynchon and London in the same literary group.
With the Oakland A’s pulling out of the Howard Park deal, I believe the end of my life draws near. The Future I saw – has arrived.
John Presco
“Dr. Wandel completed his fellowship training in glaucoma at the Baylor College of Medicine and a residency in ophthalmology at New York Medical College. His past appointments include Montefiore Medical Center and the New York Eye and Ear Infirmary.”
“Dr. Singh has served as President of the American Glaucoma Society, Chief Executive of the World Glaucoma Association, Chair of the Board of Directors of the Glaucoma Research Foundation and as a member of the Advisory Committee for the International Society of Glaucoma Surgery. He is an investigator in the National Institutes of Health funded NEI Glaucoma Human Genetics Collaboration and is funded by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to study patient related outcomes with minimally invasive glaucoma surgery. Dr. Singh’s clinical practice focuses on the medical, laser and surgical management of glaucoma and cataract.”
Beady-eyed refers to having small, glittering eyes, especially eyes that seem to gleam with malice, avarice, or lechery. It can also describe someone who watches carefully and notices every small detail12. Imagine a bird’s eyes—small and shiny—staring out from behind thick glasses; that’s the essence of “beady-eyed”!
The birth of Montefiore Hospital arose from a series of meetings held in early 1884 among representatives of New York City’s synagogues, convened by Dr. Henry Pereira Mendes, to honor Sir Moses Montefiore on his forthcoming one-hundredth birthday. Out of these meetings, held in the rooms of Congregation Shearith Israel, the Montefiore Home for Chronic Invalids, now the Montefiore Hospital, came into being at East 84th Street in Manhattan and accepted its first six patients on October 24, 1884,[3] Moses Montefiore’s birthday. In its early years, it housed mostly patients with tuberculosis and other chronic illnesses.[4] After growing out of its original building, the hospital moved uptown to Broadway and West 138th Street in 1888.[4] In 1897, the Montefiore Home for Chronic Invalids established and managed the Montefiore Home Country Sanitarium in Westchester County, which mostly housed early-stage consumptives.[5] The Montefiore Home for Chronic Invalids was renamed Montefiore Hospital for Chronic Diseases in 1901.[6]
Hit it maestro! Que the cows! Play both videos at the same time!
Overview
Note: This property is not currently for sale or for rent on Zillow. The description and property data below may’ve been provided by a third party, the homeowner or public records.
Meandering up the winding drive is just the beginning of a magical experience! At the top appears a mid century modern home with soaring ceilings, incredible natural light and euphoric space. The front entranceway greeting is not only serene but has an understated elegance with the use of natural materials both inside and out.At every turn,nature abounds with walls of glass and multiple skylights.All this set on 5 plus acres to guarantee privacy,on one of the most beautiful roads in Westchester.
What the seller loves about this home
The house is sited on 5 acres so there is complete privacy for the occupants An Italian designer kitchen with Miele appliances All marble master bathroom with Jackuzzi Solar panels installed for electricity Cabbage Hill Farm is across the road – You hear cows mooing
Mr. Kohlberg, co-founder of private-equity giant KKR, was known as an architect of the leveraged buyout. He died in 2015 at age 90, and his wife died last year at 92.
The property is being sold by the Kohlbergs’ estate. Before her death, Ms. Kohlberg discussed her plans with the foundation and said she didn’t want the farm to be a burden to her four children, Ms. McCabe said. While she would have preferred it be sold to a farmer, she realized that would not necessarily be the case, Ms. McCabe said.
Off Market: $1,166,000 (4 beds, 3 baths, 2,650 Square Feet)
https://finance.yahoo.com/news/bill-ackman-solution-americas-retirement-114200938.html
This item: The Cats!: Volume 1:
On The Jake Feinberg Show (radio) and in Facebook Lives, Jake Feinberg has now conducted over 1,000 interviews with “The Cats”—popular musicians across the spectrum from rock to jazz, R&B to folk, pop to country, bluegrass to fusion. Jake’s unique interviewing style puts musicians at their ease and inspires them to reflect candidly on topics familiar or unexpected.This first volume of striking extracts from the interviews comprises three parts. Part 1 covers 13 musicians who have primarily made a living in the recording studio. Part 2 celebrates the life of Neal Casal. And Part 3 features 10 “wizards” who have had extensive solo careers or worked largely in established bands.The Cats tell little stories, muse about life, uncover aspects of the music business, dig deep into overcoming adversity, revel in camaraderie, and open their souls. You will never see musicians in the same light again….
Based on interviews with Randy Brecker, Kenny Burrell, Neal Casal, Leon “Ndugu” Chandler, Billy Cobham, Dennis Coffey, Larry Coryell, Greg Errico, Buzz Feiten, Steve Gadd, David Garibaldi, Jim Keltner, Dave Liebman, David Lindley, Pat Martino, Joe Sample, Danny Kortchmar, Chuck Rainey, Emil Richards, Leland Sklar, David Spinozza, Steve Swallow, Ron Tutt, and Lenny White.
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“I have come for sinners”
Posted on December 3, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
“To this they replied, “You were steeped in sin at birth; how dare you lecture us!” And they threw him out.”
Jesus made a strange statement that took me fifteen years to solve the riddle in it.
“I have come, not to get the upright, but sinners, so that they may be turned from their sins. ”
When I began to study the Bible at fifty years of age I had no problem with looking at the teaching of the Jews. When I read the Sanhedrin made a law stating no Rabbi need minster to a man or woman premarked a sinner by God while inside their mother’s womb, I had found the key to Jesus’s miracles and Christianity. Jesus came to get rid of this law, and as a Go’El Redeemer put an end to INHERENT SIN FROM THE PARENTS. Jesus declared there were no longer any BORN SINNERS!
This is why Rabbi Jesus died on the cross. This transference of evil from adults to the unborn, was over. Note the father of the boy born blind fears he and his son will be thrown out of the synagogue if they testify Jesus healed this son. There is no death warrant for believing Jesus is the Messiah. This is why Jesus bids them not to tell anyone so they can remain in the Synagogue and be ministered to by a Rabbi.
John ‘The Nazarite’
Everything I write is protected by a special Copyright fashioned for Ministers. With the pending passing of the Tax Bill, that applies the MARK OF THE BEAST to the poor, and gives GOLD to the rich, GOD-L has given me a message to give unto you………
“You have broken my heart!”
“They still did not believe that he had been blind and had received his sight until they sent for the man’s parents. 19 “Is this your son?” they asked. “Is this the one you say was born blind? How is it that now he can see?”
Dr. Singh has served as President of the American Glaucoma Society, Chief Executive of the World Glaucoma Association, Chair of the Board of Directors of the Glaucoma Research Foundation and as a member of the Advisory Committee for the International Society of Glaucoma Surgery. He is an investigator in the National Institutes of Health funded NEI Glaucoma Human Genetics Collaboration and is funded by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to study patient related outcomes with minimally invasive glaucoma surgery. Dr. Singh’s clinical practice focuses on the medical, laser and surgical management of glaucoma and cataract.
November 25, 2015
Soon after his shootout with police in 2013, one of the suspected Boston Marathon bombers was taken to an area hospital with serious injuries. A reporter covering the story described how, despite the heinous crimes of which he’d been accused, doctors would work hard to save his life because they’d taken an oath to do so. I knew she was referring to the Hippocratic Oath. But I also knew she was wrong.
There was a good chance that these doctors had never taken the Hippocratic Oath, but even if they had, there’s nothing in the oath that specifically obligates them to provide care for suspected criminals.
Perhaps it should, but it doesn’t.
In fact, the modern-day Hippocratic Oath covers only a few issues relevant to the ethical practice of medicine. It does cover some important stuff. Some of that stuff is controversial, and has been liberally revised. But plenty is simply left out from the original.
https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/the-myth-of-the-hippocratic-oath-201511258447
Off Market: $1,166,000 (4 beds, 3 baths, 2,650 Square Feet)
Wandel, Thaddeus L., MD
About
Certification: Ophthalmology,
Dr. Wandel is Director of the Glaucoma Service. He has been an attending physician at Westchester Medical Center since 1988.
Dr. Wandel completed his fellowship training in glaucoma at the Baylor College of Medicine and a residency in ophthalmology at New York Medical College. His past appointments include Montefiore Medical Center and the New York Eye and Ear Infirmary. Dr. Wandel’s current research is on the trans-cornea shunt, a device that can be quickly and easily implanted to lower intraocular pressure. He holds several patents on glaucoma-surgery devices and has served as an industry consultant. Prior to his career in ophthalmology, Dr. Wandel worked in an aerospace medicine program. His vision for the future of the department includes expansion of research and educational programs.
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$7,000 birthday gift
Ackman’s plan is for the U.S. government to place $7,000 into an account created for every child at birth. To be clear, this isn’t a cash grant. He believes the account must be restricted from withdrawals and also tax exempt.
The money must be invested into an index fund and left alone to compound until the baby is old enough to retire, says Ackman. He estimates these accounts could be worth $1 million each after 65 years. He doesn’t mention an expense ratio, which would reduce long-term returns, but we can assume he means a low-cost index fund.
The Marbles
Posted on September 8, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Marbles
by
John Presco
Copyright 2023
A Cable Series based upon a band that played at the Tribute to Doctor Strange Love, and thus were the pioneer group that promoted the use of LSD all over the world. After double-crossing members of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, The Marbles move to England and become a famous British Gangster band that plays down in the docks.
Petie Tinselwitz falls in love with Bblond Dend who is the infamous singer, Fillononre – who is a closeted man-hater, and has offed about seven dudes. Ms. Dend is from the small country, Fritzlandia.
The Marbles were an American rock band active in San Francisco from 1965 to 1966.
Biography[edit]
The Marbles had the following members: Peter Shapiro on lead guitar, Steve Dowler on rhythm guitar, David Dugdale on bass and Ray Greenleaf on drums. The Marbles were a psychedelic and rock group whose most notable performances were at the Tribute to Dr. Strange at the Longshoremen’s Hall in San Francisco on October 15, 1965, and again at the same venue for The Trips Festival on January 21, 22 and 23 along with Jefferson Airplane, The Charlatans and The Great Society. Both Shapiro and Dowler went on to become members of Paul Fauerso’s The Loading Zone.[1][2]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Marbles_(quartet)
Picture of Hollis In Safeway
Posted on September 1, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
I went to Safeway on Friday and said hello to employees who had bonded with my late friend, Hollis Williams. I was told there was a photograph of H in the office, behind customer service. I did not know this. I was moved. There stood three of us, like family, sharing fond memories.
When I checked out my groceries, Nancy recounted H buying jerky sticks that he titled ‘Steak on a Stick’.
John
Yesterday I talked to Aura at Safeway Headquarters in California about establishing a non-profit charity around my late friend, William Lee Hollis, who passed away in his sleep on March 8, 2012. She asked me to send her an e-mail. I did so after founding a Hollis Lee William Community on Facebook. After serving his country in the military, I did not want this unfamilied and homeless Vet declared an indigent and buried at the expense of the United States Government – even though he had just gotten on SSI, and a home through HUD-VASH. Hollis had a large extended family that loved him, and took care of him in so many ways.
After getting an American flag to take to the Portland National Cemetery, I passed it to the person who spoke after me, they in turn passing it to the next community family member who spoke eloquently of their love for a man who had no home, but, owned good cheer for everyone he encountered. Hollis was on point, he relieving much of the fear many owned during these hard times, that they too would be out in the street.
Hollis Williams was a very engaging human being who loved his country and his southern tradition. He kept telling me I looked like General Lee. On Christiman Eve he asked me if her could spend the night at my house, even though he had just got a new place to dwell. Hollis saw me as his kindred. No family member stepped forth to handle the funeral, and were not found until after the memorial. Hollis’two sisters had not spoken to their half-brother in nearly forty years, they last seeing him when they were six years old. Two days ago we found Elizabeth and Rossetta on Facebook.
On March 20th. my friend and kindred, Michael Dundon, flew in from Hawaii where he lived off and on as a Homeless Vet. He was extremely worried about this move, afraid that he would end up homeless. I had him stay at Hollis’ place till the end of the month. Michael was a great help in cleaning up the apartment and helping me move Hollis’ things, that became his things when my kindred moved into his new home April 7th. It was this passing of the hat that I proposed to Mayor Kitty Piercy and Congressman, Peter DeFazio on March, and spoke of at the memorial. After being helped, Michael will extend a hand to his brother, and so on, and so on.
While moving in my kindred, we talked about the road trip he made with my sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, and my niece, Shannon. They bought a a 1954 Mercury woody station wagon, and left Los Angeles for Rhode Island in 1970. I left a couple of weeks later, and crossed this country on the train. All four of us were homeless.
When I pulled into the parking lot with Michael’s belonging in the back of my 1972 Ford truck, I declared our long road trip, at an end.
“You’re home!”
An hour earlier, Michael told me the secret of Rosamond’s success that two authors and two movie scripts failed to discover. All they had to do – was ask! If we had not been discussing the many lessons Hollis left behind for those he loved, to find, we would never have arrived at – the truth!
On April 7th. Erica Ware contributed $3.00 dollars to the HLW fund. She is a co-owner of Second Thoughts, a second-hand store in Springfield that was our favorite. The longest journey begins with one small step. God loves a good road-trip story! Hollis is at home with the Lord.
John Gregory Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
Hi Aura!
I talked to you earlier about my friend, Hollis Williams.
https://www.facebook.com/#!/HollisLeeWilliams
If Safeway gave the option to donate redeemed can slips to homeless vets, I think many will say “Yes”
Monies could be used to hire homeless vets to work in community gardens and grow porduce for kitchens for the hungry. Vets could be hired, or, volenteer during peek hours to recieve cans and feed them into recycle machines they would know how to maintain. This would help Safeway employees. Vets could wear name tags in form of flag. Customers will love the opportunity to help those who served.
Monies could be used to pay for funerals of unfamilied vets. I tried to do this for Hollis with my trust monies, but, was given the wrong information. I did not want him declared an indigent and thrown away. I adopted Hollis through the Elks Association.
Sincerely
John Presco
Dear Kitty Piercy
My dear friend Hollis passed away on March 8th. He was a homeless Veteran for many years and had been placed in an apartment two months ago by HUD-VASH. He also received funds from The Vet-Vincent De Paul program. Because Hollis has no next of kin, I adopted him through the Elks Society, and am paying for his cremation with monies from a Special Needs Trust. I am on SSI. Mr. Williams is now my son. I did not want him to be treated like a unfamilied pauper – after he is dead!
The people at HUD-VASH have been very helpful, however, they have no funding in order to make sure Veterans like Hollis – have not served in vain! At Hollis’ memorial, I will present the idea that if we collect $1,005 dollars, then Hollis himself can pay for the burial cost of the next Homeless Vet who dies unfamilied. This is the passing of a baton amongst a Band of Brothers. Here is a hand from heaven lifting up the next Homeless Veteran who passes on.
I am not a Veteran. I was drafted in 1966, but because of grave emotional problems I was classified 4F.
I have always respected those who served, and have considered them my brothers.
The memorial will be at the Campbells Senior Center 155 High St. at 1:30 Sunday the 17th.
Sincerely
John Presco
717 Oakdale #216
Springfield, Or. 97477
541 844-1974
Dear Jerry
I recieved a letter from the Rice Trust saying I will get a check for $13,746.23 within 15 days if everyone signs. I got a call from Maria Cortez at HUD-VASH and we are trying to locate funds to bury my dear friend who died last Friday. I am Hollis William’s foster-father and will recieve a document shortly. He is a Vetran, and I do not want my Foster-son to be buried as a pauper. How much money is left in my trust? The cost of the burial is $1,005 dollars. I want to have enough to keep open my Trust with you until check arrives.
Sincerely
John Presco
Defying the Boston Mafia
Posted on February 12, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is me in 1971. I lived on Beacon Hill in this apartment building. I had unlimited guts. I took on the whole world.
In 1971 my attorney told those who refused to move out of our home on 40 Anderson Street, a four story building on Beacon Hill, to move to the top floor for our safety. I was in a legal battle with the brother-in-law of the head of Boston’s Mafia, and they were losing. This guy was a top-notch attorney. The owner of the grocery store down the street who liked me, said;
“They want their building back. They will hurt you.”
When I heard the door being kicked in on the main floor, I rushed downstairs to find the door to the old managers apartment knocked off its hinges. Then I heard the awful sound of the squatter’s three month old black lab having its throat cut. I shouted;
“Get out there!”
There was silence, and then this question;
“Are you the manager?”
“Yes! Get out!”
“You come in here!”
“We got something for you!” said the second voice.
When I refused, they came out carrying bloody knives. I stood my ground. Just them, Shaheb let out a long blast from his horn. He was on the steps with three of my neighbors. These demons folded their knives, walked passed me with smirks on their face, and were out the door. I rushed to find the puppy. I almost fainted when I saw its blood smeared on every wall. I went in search of her and found her body stuffed behind the toilet. I picked her up. She was still warm. I began to cry. I began to wipe her blood off the walls before her owners came home. When they did, I was still crying because it was my vanity, our vanity, that killed her. She was completely innocent. She didn’t have a clue about the battle for the building she lived in. She was happy. She was horrified by the cruelty inflicted on her. I will forever hear her cries.
We won our case. No one likes killers of puppies. Not ever the mob bosses. This is when Shaheb told me he was considering getting guns to fight for the building that was sold in auction to a family construction company who never made the changes they said they were. It took all the light I could muster to talk Shaheb out of a armed stand-off.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/09/02/vegas-handsome-johnny-rosselli/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/08/12/the-sharon-family-in-bay-area/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/06/05/eastwood-american-royalty/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/06/01/the-pilgrims-society/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/the-gooch-hart-benton-and-mcdowell-family/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/01/28/son-of-art/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/10/28/the-coakleys-and-the-angels/
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/sharon-family-reunion-at-palace-hotel/
Felix Meets Sluggo In The Emerald Valley
Posted on August 17, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
Ken Babbs a.k.a. ‘Sluggo’
Sluggo and Felix The Cat copyright
Christine Wandel and I talked on the anniversary of Woodstock. I told her she was the Last Woman Standing. She was wearing a Joe Marra shirt she got at his funeral. Later that night, I find a pic of Ken Babbss wearing a Prankster tee-shirt and promoting Prankster Night at the Emeralds baseball game. In my Bond book I have my Lesbian heroines come to PK Park. Starfish made a treehouse and is manifestation of Elfine. Babbs will also own the moniker ‘Sluggo’ in my Bond book. He is not happy to know there’s is a East Coast ‘Sluggo’. Are they destined to meet? It’s all coming together.
John Presco
Reading from ‘The Gideon Computer’
Posted on January 2, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Here is John Gregory Presco reading from his novel ‘The Gideon Computer’. This is a time capsule for my grandson, Tyler Hunt, the son of Heather Hanson.
Copyright 2014
Prologue
Chapter One
Part Two
Pynchon Wittgenstein and Cornell Grouping
Posted on March 20, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Today is the most momentous day in my life. All my hard work has paid off. Ludwig traveled to Ithaca and hung with Cornell philosophers. My cup runneth over. I am so overjoyed that my grandparents can be put in a group of writers and thinkers – forever! I can remove my sister Christine from the literary hell she was thrown in hours after she died. My relationship with the woman I married, is redeemed. We believed in each other.
John Presco
Wittgenstein’sVisittoIthaca.pdf (cornell.edu)
Pynchon and Philosophy radically reworks our readings of Thomas Pynchon alongside the theoretical perspectives of Wittgenstein, Foucault and Adorno. Rigorous yet readable, Pynchon and Philosophy seeks to recover philosophical readings of Pynchon that work harmoniously, rather than antagonistically, resulting in a wholly fresh approach.
Martin Paul Eve
Chapter in Profils Américains: Thomas Pynchon
Edited by Bénédicte Chorier-Fryd and Gilles Chamerois
Pynchon and Wittgenstein: Ethics, Relativism and Philosophical Methodology
Perhaps the strongest rationale for a philosophico-literary study intersecting Thomas Pynchon
with Ludwig Wittgenstein is that, in the writings of this philosopher, the very nature of philosophy is
reflexively questioned. Within his lifetime Wittgenstein published a single text, Tractatus
Logico-Philosophicus, influenced by the logical atomists in which he claimed, initially, to have “solved
all the problems of philosophy” (Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus x). However, in 1929 he resumed
lecturing and, following his death in 1951, the world was presented with the unfinished product of
these intervening years: the Philosophical Investigations. While many early studies, and indeed this
biographical overview, present a seemingly bi-polar, bi-tonal Wittgenstein, who enacts a retraction of
the Tractatus in the Philosophical Investigations, a closer examination of Wittgenstein’s notebooks and
intermediate remarks reveals that the latter owes its genesis to a critique of the former and was
developed through an accumulation of thought and a gradual transition.
This piece presents a tripartite analysis of the relationship between the philosophical works of
Ludwig Wittgenstein and the novels of Thomas Pynchon. This is broadly structured around three
schools of Wittgenstein scholarship identified by Guy Kahane et al. as the Orthodox Tractatus, the New
Wittgenstein, and several strands of the Orthodox Investigations (Kahane et al. 4-14). Moving from the
earliest affiliation that Pynchon stages between Wittgenstein and Weissman, the underlying theme lies
in Pynchon’s relationship to ethical relativism as it pertains to Nazism. From this it will become clear
that neither relativism of experience and representation, nor an unbounded relativism of non-committal
John Presco Married Mary Ann Tharaldsen
Posted on December 8, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press
I married Mary Ann Tharaldsen, the ex-wife of Academy Award Winner, David Seidler, who is also in my family tree, along with Rick Partlow who marred my sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, who was married to the muralist, Garth Benton. Partlow won a Grammy. A Cornell paper says Mary Ann was married to Thomas Pynchon and they lived in the Rockridge on College Avenue near where the Hippie Movement began. The Loading Zone played at the Open Theatre. Lead guitarist, Peter Shapiro, played at our wedding reception. A close friend lived nearby and he was asked to contribute to Oliver Stone’s movie. He was a good friend of Jim Morrison and Michael MacLure who taught poetry across the street from the Art College.
My family were San Francisco Pioneers. Mary Ann’s father came from Norway. My step-daughter, Britt Baumback Murray will be in my family tree. Mary Ann is wearing Marilyn Reed’s ‘Train Dree’ that my sister Christine Rosamond Benton, wore, and Debbie Boone on the cover of her album. Mary Ann discovered the actor, Paul Drake, who played Mick in ‘Sudden Impact’. My friend, Bryan MacLean played at our wedding.
I still admire and love the only woman I married. She found me living and hiding in a little shack working on the fifty drawings of Atlantis. MA lived in Marin. My niece, Shannon Rosamond, read the bad movie script written about her mother. I’m going to use MA’s discovery of me in – our movie about a world famous artist. MA was raving about me, she saying my drawing were worthy of a Master’s Dissertation. She asked me if I was a member of Mensa?
I was blown away when twelve year old Britt showed me her written code after beating the Mother May I machine. I hope our new President will revitalize Gifted Children programs. Britt chose to go to my old school, McCheznie, verses the all white private school in SF. My Stuttmeister-Broderick kin had a house and small farm down the street. Gertrude Stein was a neighbor. I was very proud of my step-daughter for this stellar choice. Our black maid lived nearby and would take Christine home with her on the weekends to stay with the Sisters. At the reception MA danced with my nephew, Cian, when he was about nine. He is ‘The Garden Child’ I did a life-size drawing of MA who did a life-size painting of her good friend, Mimi Farina. I wish I had found time to do a painting of Britt and Mary Ann. Perhaps I will.
After our divorce, I moved downstairs. I remained good friends with MA. One day Britt brought her black girlfriend down to meet me, and show me their cornrow hairdos they just did. I should have become a photographer – along time ago. Her father had her going to the most exclusive private school in SF so she could meet the children of the rich. There had been a legal matter. Looking at these two beauties, was the happy outcome. These beautiful lessons continue to be the highlight of Bay Area History.
It occurs to me why I did not take up photography. I was afraid of becoming a commercial success like my sister, who is depicted as being deluded in saying her gallery ripped her off for millions; when in truth, they only ripped her for $50,000 a year. In this court matter, it never occurred to me me to use Rosamond as a character reference. I just now realize she was the kind of person Mr. Baumbach wanted his daughter to mingle with. The Benton’s were friends of the Getty family. The hut in this painting is more my style. I did this when I was seventeen from memory of the mudflats off the entrance of the Bay Bridge. It is rumored Pynchon lived here. You could only walk to this shack during a special low-tide. How perfect for your average recluse. Note the pier is broken, thus, there is no access to the Recluse, this way. Money can’t buy seclusion like this, because it is……a state of mind. Stoke the potbelly stove. Cue the rain!
John Presco
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Mary A Presco
in the California, Divorce Index, 1966-1984VIEW
| Name: | Mary A Presco |
|---|---|
| Spouse Name: | John G |
| Location: | Alameda |
| Date: | 24 Mar 1980 |
Mary Ann was married to
| Name: | David Seidler |
|---|---|
| Gender: | Male |
| Marriage License Date: | 1961 |
| Marriage License Place: | Brooklyn, New York City, New York, USA |
| Spouse: | Mary Ann Tharaldsen |
| License Number: | 4200 |
Two of Pynchon’s Cornell friends, his future girlfriend Tharaldsen and her then-husband, David Seidler, had moved to Seattle and encouraged Pynchon to join them. Tharaldsen says Pynchon arrived “depressed—very down.” She worked for Boeing, and hooked him up with a job writing technical copy for their in-house guide, Bomarc Service News. The aerospace giant was just then developing the Minuteman, a nuclear-capable missile that likely inspired Pynchon, years later, to cast Germany’s World War II–era V-2 rocket as the screaming menace of Gravity’s Rainbow.
UG. 25, 2013
On the Thomas Pynchon Trail: From the Long Island of His Boyhood to the ‘Yupper West Side’ of His New Novel
By Boris Kachka
Then: Pynchon, age 16, in his 1953 high-school yearbook, one of the few known photos of the author. Photo: Getty
Let’s get a few things straight. First of all, it’s pronounced “Pynch-ON.” Second, the great and bewildering and, yes, very private novelist is not exactly a recluse. In select company, he’s intensely social and charismatic, and, in spite of those famously shaming Bugs Bunny teeth, he was rarely without a girlfriend for the 30 years he spent wandering and couch-surfing before getting married in 1990. Today, he’s a yuppie—self-confessed, if you read his new novel, Bleeding Edge, as a key to the present life of a man whose travels led one critic to reflect: “Salinger hides; Pynchon runs.” Now Pynchon hides in plain sight, on the Upper West Side, with a family and a history of contradictions: a child of the postwar Establishment determined to reject it; a postmodernist master who’s called himself a “classicist”; a workaholic stoner; a polymath who revels in dirty puns; a literary outsider who’s married to a literary agent; a scourge of capitalism who sent his son to private school and lives in a $1.7 million prewar classic six.
Other high-serious contemporaries, like Don DeLillo and Cormac McCarthy, have avoided most publicity out of a conviction that their work should stand apart, and they’ve largely succeeded; no one stakes them out with telephoto lenses, and everyone takes their reticence as proof of their stature. But Pynchon, by truly going the countercultural distance—running farther, fighting harder, and writing wilder—has crafted a more slippery persona. He doesn’t just challenge his fans; he pranks them, dares them to find out what he’s really about (or maybe just to stop exalting Important Writers in the first place). He’s said he wants to “keep scholars busy for several generations,” but Pynchon academics, deprived of any scrap of history, find themselves turned into stalkers.* The more he flees, the more we want—even now that, at 76, he’s just another local writer you wouldn’t recognize on the street. Though likely you have heard the rumors: He was the Unabomber; he was CIA; he wrote ornery letters to the editor at a small-town newspaper in character as a bag lady. In 1976, a writer named John Calvin Batchelor wrote a long essay arguing that Pynchon didn’t exist and J. D. Salinger had written all the novels. Two decades later, Batchelor and Pynchon published stories on the same page of the newsletter of New York’s Cathedral School, which both their children attended. Their bylines were side by side: “John is a novelist”; “Tom is a writer.”
Tom is quite a writer. He’s been credited, justly, with perfecting encyclopedic postmodernism in his third novel, Gravity’s Rainbow, as well as in other kaleidoscopic epics and a few books he’d call potboilers and others would call the minor work of a giant. Bleeding Edge, out in September, is a love-hate letter to the New York City of a dozen years ago, when Internet 1.0 gave way to the fleeting traumas of September 11. It takes place partly on Long Island—where he was raised—but largely on what his detective heroine knows as “The Yupper West Side.” And it’s a book about something he’s never really addressed before: home.
Batchelor and Pynchon probably know each other by now (though neither has answered interview requests). But their first point of contact was a note Pynchon wrote in response to that original article, postmarked from Malibu and written, curiously, on MGM stationery. “Some of it is true,” Pynchon wrote of the story, “but none of the interesting parts. Keep trying.”
Early on in Gravity’s Rainbow, Tyrone Slothrop muses bitterly on his old-money roots. “Shit, money, and the Word, the three American truths, powering the American mobility, claimed the Slothrops, clasped them for good to the country’s fate. But they did not prosper … about all they did was persist.” It sounds like an ungenerous rendering of the Pynchons, one of those Wasp lineages whose historical prominence leaves their ancestors with a burdened inheritance. For a would-be writer with his own stubborn ideas, it was a source of pride and shame.
The name goes back to Pinco de Normandie, who came to England at the side of William the Conqueror, and carries on through Thomas Ruggles Pynchon, the author’s great-great-uncle, president of Trinity College and the first Pynchon to take issue with the family’s portrayal by another writer (Nathaniel Hawthorne, who wrote of the “Pyncheons” in The House of the Seven Gables). Thinkers, surveyors, and religious mavericks, the House of Pynchon had settled into middle-class respectability by the time this Thomas Ruggles Pynchon was born near Oyster Bay, Long Island, in 1937.
His father, Thomas Sr., remembered saluting fellow congregant Teddy Roosevelt at church, and remained a staunch Republican along with most of Long Island’s mid-century Establishment. Eisenhower was their man, and the growing white suburbs of postwar New York their constituency. Thomas Sr. went into engineering like his own father but wound up, for a time, in politics. He was Oyster Bay’s superintendent of highways and then, briefly, town supervisor (the equivalent of mayor), until he was accused of complicity in a scheme to overpay a road-surfacing company. At a hearing during his campaign, Pynchon Sr. admitted to taking gifts. “I received some poinsettias and I managed to keep one alive,” he told his accuser, “and it will give me great pleasure to put one on your political grave.” Instead he lost, giving way to the town’s first Democratic supervisor in 32 years. His son was out of the house by then, but he’d seen enough of small-town, big-boss politics to float “The Republican Party Is a Machine” as an alternate title for his first novel, V. A family friend remembers the Pynchons, in their simple frame house, as “a very bookish family” with a large library to complement the ancestral portraits. On Sundays, the three children would split off between churches—Episcopalian for Dad, Catholic for Mom (a nurse from upstate)—and reassemble later at Rothmann’s Steak House.
Tom was lanky and unathletic, with protruding teeth that embarrassed him. He stuttered, too, and felt a kinship with Porky Pig. But that same friend ascribes some of Pynchon’s “social behavior issues” to his “very dysfunctional family”—without elaborating. Pynchon himself almost never talked about his parents, especially in his earlier years. But one afternoon in the mid-sixties, he and his then-girlfriend, Mary Ann Tharaldsen, were driving through Big Sur when she complained of nausea. She wanted to stop at a bar and have a shot to settle her stomach. According to Tharaldsen, he exploded, telling her he would not tolerate midday drinking. When she asked why, he told her he’d seen his mother, after drinking, accidentally puncture his father’s eye with a clothespin. It was the only time, says Tharaldsen, who lived with him, that he ever mentioned his family. “He was disconnected from them,” she says. “There seems to have been something not good there.”
A voracious reader and precocious writer, the young Pynchon skipped two grades, probably before high school, and channeled his suburban alienation into clever parodies of authority. He wrote a series of fictional columns under pseudonyms in his high-school paper in which teachers used drugs, shot off guns, and were driven insane by student pranks. In one story, a leftist agitator “got acquainted with the business end of a night stick the hard way.” Pynchon later recalled that his first “honest-to-God” story was about World War II—though in his recollection it doubled as a plan for how to navigate the stultifying culture of postwar America. “Idealism is no good,” he summarized. “Any concrete dedication to an abstract condition results in unpleasant things like wars.”
Engineering physics, the hardest program at Cornell, was meant to supply Cold War America with its elites—the best and the brightest, junior league. One professor called its students “intellectual supermen”; Pynchon’s old friend David Shetzline remembers them as “the slide-rule boys.” But after less than two years in the major, Pynchon left Cornell in order to enlist in another Cold War operation, the Navy. He once wrote that calculus was “the only class I ever failed,” but he’s always used self-deprecation to deflect inquiries, and professors remembered universally good grades. Tharaldsen says she saw Pynchon’s IQ score, somewhere in the 190s. So why would he leave? He wrote much later about feeling in college “a sense of that other world humming out there”—a sense that would surely nag him from one city to another for the rest of his life. He was also in thrall to Thomas Wolfe and Lord Byron. Most likely he wanted to follow their examples, to experience adventure at ground level and not from the command centers.
White Rabbit (song)
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
This article is about the Jefferson Airplane song. For the Egypt Central song, see White Rabbit (Egypt Central album). For other uses, see White Rabbit (disambiguation).
| “White Rabbit” | |
|---|---|
| Single by Jefferson Airplane | |
| from the album Surrealistic Pillow | |
| B-side | “Plastic Fantastic Lover” |
| Released | June 1967[1] |
| Recorded | 1966 |
| Studio | RCA, Hollywood, California, U.S. |
| Genre | Psychedelic rock[2]acid rock[3][4] |
| Length | 2:31 |
| Label | RCA Victor |
| Songwriter(s) | Grace Slick |
| Producer(s) | Rick Jarrard |
| Jefferson Airplane singles chronology | |
| “Somebody to Love“ (1967)”White Rabbit“ (1967)”The Ballad of You and Me and Pooneil“ (1967) | |
| Music video | |
| “White Rabbit” on YouTube | |
“White Rabbit” is a song written by Grace Slick and recorded by the American rock band Jefferson Airplane for their 1967 album Surrealistic Pillow. It draws on imagery from Lewis Carroll‘s 1865 book Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and its 1871 sequel Through the Looking-Glass.
It was released as a single and became the band’s second top-10 success, peaking at number eight[5] on the Billboard Hot 100. The song was ranked number 478 on Rolling Stone‘s list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time[6] in 2004, number 483 in 2010, and number 455 in 2021 and appears on The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll. In 1998, the song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.[7]
History[edit]
“White Rabbit” was written and performed by Grace Slick while she was still with The Great Society. Slick then left The Great Society to join Jefferson Airplane to replace their departing female singer, Signe Toly Anderson (who left the band to give birth to her child). The first album Slick recorded with Jefferson Airplane was Surrealistic Pillow, and Slick provided two songs from her previous group: her own “White Rabbit” and “Somebody to Love“, written by her brother-in-law Darby Slick and recorded under the title “Someone to Love” by the Great Society.[8] The Great Society’s version of “White Rabbit” was much longer than the more aggressive version of Jefferson Airplane. Both songs became top-10 hits[9] for Jefferson Airplane and have ever since been associated with that band.[10]
Lyrics and composition[edit]
“White Rabbit” is one of Grace Slick‘s earliest songs, written from December 1965 to January 1966.[11] It uses imagery found in the fantasy works of Lewis Carroll—1865’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and its 1871 sequel Through the Looking-Glass—such as changing size after taking pills or drinking an unknown liquid.
Slick wrote the lyrics first, then composed the music at a red upright piano she had bought for US$50 with eight or ten keys missing—”that was OK because I could hear in my head the notes that weren’t there”[12] —moving between major chords for the verses and chorus. She said that the music was heavily influenced by Miles Davis‘s 1960 album Sketches of Spain, particularly Davis’s treatment of the Concierto de Aranjuez (1939). She later said: “Writing weird stuff about Alice backed by a dark Spanish march was in step with what was going on in San Francisco then. We were all trying to get as far away from the expected as possible.”[11]
Slick said the composition was supposed to be a wake-up call to parents who read their children novels such as these and then would wonder why their children used drugs.[13] She later commented that all fairytales read to little girls have a Prince Charming who comes and saves them. But Alice did not; she was “on her own…in a very strange place, but she kept on going and she followed her curiosity – that’s the White Rabbit. A lot of women could have taken a message from that story about how you can push your own agenda.” Slick added that “The line in the song ‘feed your head’ is both about reading and psychedelics…feeding your head by paying attention: read some books, pay attention.”[12]
Characters Slick referenced include Alice, the White Rabbit, the hookah-smoking caterpillar, the White Knight, the Red Queen, and the Dormouse.[14] Slick reportedly wrote the song after an acid trip.[15]
Christine’s Crystal Typewriter
Posted on May 24, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
Christine finally got around to opening the box that contained the Underwood typewriter I sent her just before Halloween of 2021. There was a bag of black spiders inside. I made her open this box – while we were on the phone! We had a real bad falling out over this box – that sat in the hallway outside her appartment on Carmine Street – in the heart of Greenwich Village.
“You got to bring it inside and set it by your only window on the world, and type five words! This way I can honestly say in my massive blog – you are a Bohemian Writer of the Village! We’re not going to live forever. Ricco is the Last of the Village Street Artists. It doesn’t matter if he’s real famous.”
Rico Fonseca died last week. He walked out of the Big Apple into that Incan Light he talked about, and rendered in his work. Turns out – he needed a roof job – too! Rico painted Rock and Roll bands. According to Peter, Bill Graham and Christine were lovers. When the Tower of Power played at the Bottom Line, Bill contacted Christine and they sat in the front row in 1989. Two years later, Bill is dead.
Last week I almost got Christine to get a smartphone so she can join the billions of us living beings in the New Communications Network – but she failed to follow my instructions – as usual. Once she got the Underwood out of the box, she is asking me how she opens it?
“What? The box?”
“No….the typewriter!”
“There are buttons on the side!”
“Got it!”
I told Christine once she had a smartphone I can show her how we can see each other when we talk – and show each other our cat! We have had three thousand phone calls since 1994. The last time we saw each other was 1985. When I got angry at her eighteen months ago, I told her Jake Feinberg wanted her, Peter, and I on his radio show. He may have contributed to Ken Babb’s autobiography ‘Cronies’. Christine got mad. I told her she did not want to be in Jake’s books because they are a recitation of famous folks, mostly musicians. I got story books going here!!! Stories!
Two weeks ago I told Peter Shapiro life is about .Lost Prestige – and the return of the Parodical Son. I want to go to Belmont with Christine and show her my families lost prestige, which dovetails nicely with her families lost prestige. This prestige comes to us via an old crystal set. It is -very faint. We Hippies invented a new way of communicating. We made psychedelic crystal sets!
I never met Mr. Fonseca who will be honored on June 3rd. I don’t think Christine can make it, or – Johnny Evil, the worst white slide blues guitarist in the world, that cane to Wilkes-Barre in our story….The Roof Job. Feel free to play ‘Can I dedicate’ by the Loading Zone, to go with a video of Rico’s artwork, artwork that Fonseca wheeled out onto the Streets of New York in a wedge-shaped juggernaut, and dare hung his art on a old fence. Rico had guts! On the news last night I heard about young people who are ending their lives because they can’t put down their smart phones – and have a life! Play both videos at the same time, but, turn down Rico’s word. Behold, this is The Scene a thousand Village Artist’s – recall – with found memories. They salute you….Rico Fonseca!
John Presco
“Hello Rico. I have known your neighbor Christine Wandel for 55 years. I am writing a book and a series about Christine’s musician friends helping her put a new roof on her house in Wilkes-Barre. Do you want to be in our show? My friend says there is new roofing material in the house you sold her. Do you know how it got there?
https://www.kniffenfuneralhome.com/obituary/Rico-FonsecatheArtistofGreenwichVillage
Obituary
“A Colorful Life” – Rico Fonseca, a brilliant artist known for his vibrant and unique artwork, passed away peacefully on May 8th 2023 in his home in Wilkes-Barre, PA. Rico’s life was a symbol of resilience, hope, and creativity. Born in Lima, Peru, Rico developed his artistic talent at a young age and dreamed of becoming a world-renowned artist. With only $25 in his pocket, he hitchhiked his way up the Pan-American Highway and arrived in Miami three months later. Rico’s journey was a testament to his courage, his resilience, and his unwavering faith in his dreams.
Rico was an iconic figure, with thick curly hair and colorful beanies he became known as the artist of Greenwich Village. For over 50 years, he sat by Washington Square Park in NYC, selling his artwork and inspiring others with his unique style and vision. From painting on driftwood on his way to America, to making murals in New York city, Rico Fonseca has left his mark on this world. His artwork graced the pages of many newspapers and magazines, including The New York Times and Playboy, and his pieces were admired by famous people, including Jimmy Carter, Gerald Ford, and Ronald Reagan.
Rico’s legacy will continue to inspire us all to live a life full of color, creativity, and hope. He is survived by his only child Fabian Fonseca and step children, Donya, Gary, Byron, and Debbie, Casey . Rest in peace, Rico. You will be deeply missed.
Calling hours will be held on Saturday, June 3rd from Noon til 3:00PM at Kniffen O’malley Leffler Funeral & Cremation Services, 465 S. Main Street, Wilkes-Barre.
To send flowers to the family or plant a tree in memory of Rico Fonseca, the Artist of Greenwich Village, please visit our floral store.
Artist of Greenwich Village Rico Fonseca By http://www.roadjournal.com/NY/rico.htm – YouTube
Rico Fonseca – Greenwich Village Artist Photo Gallery by Hubert Steed at pbase.com
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P. long live the gourdmobile originally invented 50 years ago
G. I want to write book about you called Kid Boston. Hippie Pulp Fiction. The cover will have you ad black girfriend stepping over Neil Cassidy on way to a gig.. Chris needs new roof so Im going to author 18 hancock street a poe like novel. Full of woe and gore. Time to cop out while we can. Gourdmania. Cassidy went to Mexico to find Gourdzilla.
P I may need you to do some rant poetry while my group nutsack plays quetly behind you.
G I wrote a poem about Christine watching me do a painting in from of kenny reeds jazz band. We did jazz and poetry for four years with Izzy Whetstone. What happened to malcom and willy/
The Roof Job
The Roof Job
Posted on December 9, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Roof Job
A Collaberation
by
Christine Wandel, Peter Shapiro, and John GREGory Presco.
Copyright 2021
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
For months I and Peter Shapiro have been bantering about an idea for a musical called ‘The Roof Job’. Christine Wandel needs a new roof that the dude she bought her house from, may be responsible for. Ricco had bought new roofing material that is still in the attic. This morning I read a war of words between the Chinese and Team Bohemia – because we Beats still got a dog in hunt thanks to the discussion I am having with two Heads that lived with me at Thirteenth Street. I think I’m going to write Congressman Peter DeFazio and see if he can get us funding to make a New Cold War Musical. In this prophetic discussion Peter says we need Star Power. A month later Christine announces she had a kid by Ruben Blades, the Champion of Latino Native Americans. On Friday the New Westside Story will premiere in theatres. We are already – on it!
Christine got close with Stefan Eins, and then they had a famous falling out. She calls him a Fake Artist, a Total Fraud. The Democrats and Republican are conducting The Fraud Wars that make Chinese Propaganda sound – IMPOTENT! I invented Johnny Evil to be the Guest Star on the Roof Job. Johnny is the worst musician that ever lived. He is – REAL BAD! He’s just – FAKING IT! That Ruben suggests he should have won the Nobel Prized, and not Bob Dylan – was prophetic.
When I lived at the ‘Idle Hands’ commune with Nancy Hamren and the Zorthian sisters, Nan’s friend Jeff came to live with us. He was the enforcer for his father’s bail bond company in Sacramento. He was extremely bad-ass and made Keith and I play guitar with him – while stoned on acid! We were not very good. We had no choice. There was the real possibility he would beat us up, if we – quit!
Vincent Rosamond Rice
GREG: Sep 7. Pay attention. Ricco made that hole in Christine’s ceiling when he went up in the attic to remove roofing material. I solved the riddle. My grandfather was a good friend of Dashiell Hammett and other detective writers. Rico had not time to fix the hole before Christine came home so he gaslighted her. This very long chat needs to be made into a small book. Cut and paste it then send it to me.
PETER: can do. need $1,300 startup. how about “rent a rabbi” venture – you lead the 6 month training curse.
GREG: Send me the text and I will put us next to Michael MacLure who taught poetry around the corner of the art center the Zone played at on College. This is huge. You will see why.”
PETER: Sep 7. we need some name recognistion to jump star this. eins? someone from thirtheeth street who go famus. steve kupka? steve dowler? bob kridle? babananda james? harry bassett? hairy j? johnny joe? jimmy john? jumpin jimmy/ vinnie the blade? vinie the chin? ronald reagan? the donald?
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BEAF
Posted on July 12, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press
Katherine Wilson made a movie about Animal House that will be showing on May.
“Now show me that book!”
Posted on October 1, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press
Above is a photograph of me taken in 1986. I am forty years old. You are looking at the author who wrote….The Great American Blog….that I named after my grandfather, Royal Rosamond. This pic is the official photograph of this blog’s dust cover.
Below you see pics of me standing next to the model of a McKenzie Riverboat. I made a smaller model of one when I lived in Blue River. In back of me is the Mayor and City Council of Springfield. I spoke at the open meeting about the naming Franklin Street after Harry Lane in order to remove the racist history of his grandfather, Joseph Lane. The City Club of Eugene tackled this issue two weeks ago. This fits with the ZARDOZ Vortex prophecy.
There is one thing, one miracle that I can attest to….My grandfather can not believe his prayers came true, that he would have a grandson like me. No one – and they will try – can take away Royal’s ‘Dream Come True’. Frank Wesley Rosamond was a Regional Writer and belonged to the Mark Twain Society. He considered his books works of art. However, they are hard to read. Yesterday I discovered, why. He was inspired by…….THE BOOK!
What book? Show us…..THAT BOOK!
Bookstore to close after controversy – KOBI-TV NBC5 / KOTI-TV NBC2 (kobi5.com)
Each September, the Shakespeare Books & Antiques bookstore in Ashland, Oregon, features a banned books display featuring works such as The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (1884) and Little Black Sambo (1937) as a means to educate visitors regarding frequently challenged and banned books. The store’s owner, Judi Honoré, states that this same display has been featured for a number of years and this is the first year of any such complaints.
Lima Bean
by
Vicent Rosamond Rice
Copyright 2021
NOTES – for a series and movie about the Lima Bean Prophecy. I posted the following at 10:20 A.M. and listened to the video of Rico Fonseca. If I had coffee in my mouth – I would have spit it out onto my computer when Rico said;
“I’m from Lima Peru!”
I texted Peter last night and told him we have a Grail story. Tortilla Flat is a Grail story. I told Pete there was a special path of Lima beans in Camarillo that produce a magic bean that makes the affects of Chem Trails go away. If Ruben does not want to be in Lima Bean – we may have a replacement.
When Rico was put on the boat to America, his parents gave him a pot of Lima Beans and told them they are very special beans.
“Go plant them in the valley of your ancestor in California and raise a large family that will be a dyansty one day.”
Did Rico listen? No. He wanted to be a Beatnik Artist in the Village where he befriended Christine and her daughter Julie. Some books, write themselves. Here is a pic of Peter and the musician, Tim O’Connor, who lived with me in a Alameda Victorian, where Peter planted gourds, as he was want to do in the backyard of all his friends. He was in the business of making Kalimbas. Ijust posted this on Rico’s Facebook;
“Rico! I too am a artist. I taught my sister how to paint and she became world famous. I just listened to your video again, and am amazed to learn you are from Lima Peru. The Mayan gods have been good to you. They bid you to be extra kind to Christine and Julie. You Villagers are going to be in my story.”
FLASH! Peter Shapiro and I just exchanged these messages:
PETER: 11:03 A.M. Dec 13, 2021. “ill back a “back to the 60’s” festival on my campgrounds.
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Valerie Sherwood – Cat Lady
Posted on December 31, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
She was known as the Cat Lady and owned many cats, who must have freaked when she wore her dead ermine shawl. My friend, Christine Wandel was known as the Cat Lady of Greenwhich Village. She met with her daughter and grandsons yesterday, and told me she would tell them Ruben Blades is the father of Julie. She finally gets it, that there is a market for books about steaming hot relationships of Bohemian Artists and Performers. I told her her grandsons will google Blades on their phones the minute they hear The Good News, then text their friends. Alas – they are players!
I see Valerie as a Kilgore Trout. I’m offering my services as a book cover illustrator.
VRR
Christine’s Typewriter
Posted on November 19, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Christine’s Typewriter
by
John Presco
A Serial-Novel
Copyright 2021
Over a month ago. I boxed and sent via UPS, Christine Wandel, one of my manual typewriters. It sat in her hallway on Carmine Street in the West Village – for a week! Why she didn’t bring it into her appartment, is the beginning of this haunted tale that led me to learn my favorite actor is dead! God rest his soul.
I will be conducting a ceremony at sundown, where I will assign this actor’s heavily-textured soul to the Oaks Motel in Oakland California. He will be the first Thespian in residence. I think I will put Taylor and Burton there as well, in the next room, sos his tortured pathetic soul can be woken in the middle of the night by screeching and hollering!
I wanted Harry to play me in any movie made about me, or, anyone I know, but, as fate would have it, Mr. Statton has been chosen by the God’s of Pathos – to haunt Christine’s Typewriter! I have been accused of engaging in automatic writing in regards to my blog, Royal Rosamond Press. I have have given credit to My Muse. I wanted to help Christine become a Village Writer. but, I think she is a……Muse Snatcher! I think she – wants it all! She wants to own my Magic Jinn so it will type all day and night and generate a small library of novels – and several blogs! She wants a car, a literary vehicle – that writes automatically – just like the car in the movie ‘Christine’!
Harry was in the movie ‘Christine’. He plays Detective Rudolph Junkins. In my serial, he will be, Michael ‘The Spark’ O’Harkins. I have created this Pulp Detective to get to bottom of this. What the hell is going on? I think I created a – MONSTER!
Christine (1983 film) – Wikipedia
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Martin Eden of Springfield and Oakland
Posted on May 18, 2023 by Royal Rosamond Press
In my novel The Gideon Computer, I employ the move of the Oakland Raiders to Los Angeles as the – Beginning of The End. For some insane reason I have Bill’s German walk-on twin come back to life as John the Baptist. I walked out of the Catholic Church when I was eleven and knew very little about the Bible. This story was inspired by my ex-wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen finding an old trunk in a attic that was owned by a German immigrant. There were Nazi postcards inside, I assume sent by a relative. Mary Ann had lived in Mexico with Thomas Pynchon. They lived for a short while on College Ave. in Oakland, thus, I put Pynchon and London in the same literary group.
With the Oakland A’s pulling out of the Howard Park deal, I believe the end of my life draws near. The Future I saw – has arrived.
John Presco
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