This morning I awoke with the realization I am the Caretaker of the Creative Stackpole Family History, because they have passed away, along with a good friend of the family, Michael Harkins. Michael told me stories about Ralph Stackpole. He told me how his grandson, Peter Stackpole died. He was camping on the American River when he spotted an eagle feather floating by. He dove in for it, and never came to surface. Peter’s father is the son of the LIFE photographer who took the photos of Joan and Christina Crawford. Peter took the pic of Joan chatting with the infamous artist, Salvadore Dali.
My group of Bohemians have exchanged precious bodily fluids. I got on the computer and tried to find Brian Purvis, who took Pip’s virginity when she was thirteen. Brian was also Rosemary’s lover. He kidnapped Rena on Pismo Beach. I want his photographs before he kicks the bucket…
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