After slashing me every-which-way, with expert cuss words, Shanno (Shannon) began to cry, a cry so deep that I heard the weeping of her mother, and our mother, Rosemary, whose ghost I summoned when I told Casey my mother will be a ghost in my series ‘Lima Bean’. Very Spooky! Dead Women – do not die all the way! They leave a trail of tears behind for other women to hear, but, there was no woman to hear Shanno. So….I would have to do.
An Obscured View
The Autobiography of John Presco
I’ve taken steps to see the world through my grandfather’s eyes, because Victor Hugo Presco remains – UNCORRUPTED! This could be the title of my autobiography. Victor Hugo was a professional gambler, a Man’s Man, and lived with his wife and son for about nine years in Oakland. He commuted to work in the Barbary Coast. He was gone for days, shacked up in a fleabag hotel in the Tenderloin where Melba Broderick came to visit him, with my father going along for the ride, across the bay in a ferry boat.
I was a Oakland Macho Man. How could I not be. I was raised to be the characters Jack London wrote about. My father admitted he used Wolf Larson as a model on how to raise his two sons seen in the photograph above taken in the Oakland…
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