I called Michael Sparky.
I believe Michael Harkins….is dead! I do not feel his presence on the planet. Was he another friend who became jealous of me, and my study? We had a falling out over the fight for his mother’s legacy. The last time we spoke he said I never met Bill Linhart. I reminded him of the time Bill took us to lunch at Wendy’s and showed us a un-cashed check for $5,000 dollars. We then too Linhart to Jack London Square where he was going to be interviewed on KTVU about being Caryl Chessman’s Private Investigator. We picked white cat hairs off his dark blue suit. Classic
I was living with Peter Shapiro of the Loading Zone when I began my first book….Golden Girls of the Corncob. It’s about a woman’s cult who take Rena into the sand dunes of Nebraska and worship her as The Goddess. This is 1974 –…
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