When James Bond entered the Key Club on San Pablo Blvd. he instinctively looked for the high rollers table, where the real money is being wagered. But, business first. Heading for the bar he beheld Rosemary for the first time. It was hard to believe she was the mother of four children. She was a knockout! She had the body of a twenty year old.
“Rosemary?” Bond ventured.
When she turned, James was taken back by how beautiful and sophisticated this mother was. He could see why she got the attention of powerful players who were recruiting her into their circle. She had come into the Key Club after work. She was an executive secretary at Rucker, a plant in Emeryville that made hydraulics for NASA. Rosemary helped put men in space. She was vital to the Space Race and all the propaganda that went with. The Soviet Union was the competition. As luck would have it, Sam Giancana was in town visiting Big Bones Remmer who had just become the manager of the Cal Nevada Lodge. Remmer had several clubs in San Francisco, and there was a plan to get this famous Sin City to legalize gambling again. The Barbary Coast had become famous. Gamblers had come from all over the world. There were dance halls and bordellos’.
Rosemary was shocked when Sam started telling her he did some work for the CIA. He was bragging about it – openly! After Sam asked Rosemary for a date, she called her old friend from Naval Intelligence who had tried to employ his ex-lover in some clandestine operations. Having four mouths to feed after her and Victor got divorced, she was asking if there would be pay for her work. Within hours, she is being told not to go to the CIA.
“I know someone in British Intelligence. We worked on a project together.”
“And you are……?”
In 1963, while watching T.V. with her four children, Rosemary Presco made an announement.
“I know who killed Kennedy.”
“Who? we asked
“I can’t say.”
Rosemary told us a year earlier she was making porn movies for Big Bones Remmer, and was a hooker, sleeping with powerful men. Our mother was spending allot of time at the Beverly Hills Hotel, and we always found a doggy bag with a partially eaten stake. The hotel name was on the bag. We went for days without seeing Rosemary. She would later tell me the people she had orgies with were too racy – even for her. My mother was oversexed – most of her life! She was a real Bond Woman. I keep reading all these newspaper articles that treats James Bond like he is a real person. Why not employ James to solve the mystery of…..
WHO KILLED JOHN (JACK) KENNEDY?
Rosemary Rosamond was fated to be involved in The Kennedy Assassination’s, being her mother and father camped with members of the Black Mask, including Dashiell Hammet. The Kennedy Murder has generated more words, more mounds of paper, and more ‘Pulp Fiction’ than any crime case. I mix fiction with fact, and, the theory the movie The Rock, suggests Bond came to the Bay Area – on business! Is it possible that the Nine Muses exist, and, they are on the case?
“Racketeers let children into joints!”
I posted this on my Remembering San Francisco Facebook The press covered the affect Bay Area gambling had on families – even children! For this alone the Presco family is famous. Now add my grandfather the gambler, and the founding hippies involvement with the Hell’s Angels, then I might be Heir to Outlawism. I met the major manufacturers of LSD. I believe I know how the Mafia got a LSD lab and started selling on the East Coast. Ken Babbs just published ‘Cronies’. Pot is now legal in Oregon and is a billion dollar industry, as is legal gambling in Nevada – and elsewhere! I don’t see any interest in politics from the Kesey Krowd, whose Springfield Son partied with the Hell’s Angels in La Honda. The KK is leaving it all up to Jerry Russ – and whomever – to carry the Hippie Political Branch. As to who is carrying the Hippie Spiritual Torch now that Allan Ginsberg’s tiny finger symbols have become silent – who gives a rat’s ass. Feeling omnipotent and all powerful is the name of the American Game!
This is Bones Corner a gambling joint at Taylor and Eddy owned by Big Bones Remmer who I met, along with his wife. My mother met Bones at the Key Club in Emeryville where she went to have a drink after work. She worked hard to feed her four children. Bones, put her to work. When there was a big bust, Rosemary fled to LA and left us in charge of a old hag – with a big wart on her chin! Every Halloween I think of her – our other mother. One neighbor read an article in the Tribune. A judge was considering putting the four Presco children in an orphanage. Then, Rosemary came and got us. Packed into her little Ford Anglia, we headed to La La Land. We were treated to the King Breakfast….in King City.