Dottie Witherspoon and I went to Meher Baba’s home in Myrtle Beach South Carolina in 1971. We then moved to California and lived in Alameda. Dottie took our Blue Tick hound born on the Fourth of July, and went to live on the Lighthouse Ranch with some Jesus Freaks. We named our dog Benjamin after Franklin.
Three months later I get a long letter from Dottie inviting me to come live on the ranch and accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior.
“No thanks!”
There are two things in life I swore I would never do:
1. Go down South
2. Become a Christian
Dottie did her best to corrupt me – after I rescued her and her cat from a Satanist. That’s us up in tree in a park in Boston where we lived.
When Dottie got me down South, I met her father, an ex-marine drill sergeant who…
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