My grandfather was a pioneer in self-publishing. Our facebooks are never-ending stories. Rena is about denying people her beauty and her story. Its her way of getting back at her father who abused her. He defeated her. He won. Too bad!
In this prophetic post on June 11, I turn myself into a art-piece. I am an exhibit in the Portland Museum. I would later go to the Portland Historic society nearby and discover my blue Ford truck. There is no doubt in my mind I can see the future. My Muse takes me there. She leads the way.
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/john-at-the-museum/
This morning while googling Jack London Square I found a statue of a woman and an eagle. It stands near the place I brought my father and his business partner, Ernie, to show them my vision. It was the summer of 1965. Keith and I were living in San Francisco with Nancy and Carrol. We partied with two members of the Jefferson Airplane when their lovers, two Swedish Airline Stewardesses, were in town. They had an apartment down the hall from us on Pine Street.
My father had a produce market…
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