Monthly Archives: January 2014

If my late sister, Christine Rosamond, was alive, and she asked Rena to be her model and muse, would Rena call the sheriff and have him back Rosamond off by accusing her of stalking Rena? That would be insane! Well, … Continue reading →

The followers of this blog know that I have given away mounds of information that could be bound in several books, and turned into cold hard cash. But, I am a chivalrous Knight. My Grail and Courtly Love study is … Continue reading →

I stated years ago that my blogs are part of my therapy. The head of Serenity Lane, who saw mw one-on-one, said this in my After-care package. “Write! Write! Write!” From here on, none of my writing is aimed at … Continue reading →

After investigating how Christine died, I came to call my alleged father ‘Captain Victim’ because he was the biggest VIC-tim of them all. VIC-I came in second. Stacey and the Female Gallery Gargoyles came in third. My daughter and her … Continue reading →

When I showed up at my father’s house, I saw he was doing well. I had several months of sobriety. My sister Vicki was living with Vic. Christine called Vicki, and I was on the phone with my famous sister. … Continue reading →

For two days now I have been weighing whether or not to see my attorney, change my Will, and name Rena Easton my Heir. I was also going to have my attorney write a Non-disclosure Contract for Rena to sign … Continue reading →

Here is Michael Dundon and I playing Gokay at the park in Blue River where I wanted my sixteen year old daughter to come live. Michael was foreman for several logging companies. He was the real deal. The crazy shit … Continue reading →

When I was living in a trailer up river at the Dundons, I got out of my car, measured a McKenzie Riverboat, and made a model of it that I later gave to my newfound daughter. I had rented space … Continue reading →

I was watching the Godfather last night and thinking of Randy Delpiano and his Sicilian family passing my baby around at their family gathering, while big-teeth Patrice is beaming ear to ear. Last week I watched the Dukes of Hazard … Continue reading →

After my second visit to my daughter in Sonoma, Patrice said this as I boarded the bus for home; “Your father’s going to abandon you just like Randy did!” The door to the bus, shut. I was in shock. Patrice … Continue reading →