John Madden is dead! Two authors met in Washington Square. Foreigners make a movie ‘Martin Eden’. Carmel and Belmond history is dead. Eugene – died! Jack London Society No one gets it anymore! The Raiders were named after a oyster pirate. Jack LaLane – where are you?
Marten Eden would have taken LSD.
I just wrote that when Mr. Noodles called with the BIG NEWS. I started composing my post on the return of the Embodiment of Jack London, to Belmont, where another statue of Jack would be commissioned. Below is my painting of a schooner that toured the world in a Red Cross show. That book case is full of rare books collected by Broderick and Stuttmeister that were into philosophy. My uncle, Fred Broderick, came into our house after school without knocking and started emptying our books into boxes. Par for the course!
“Why didn’t you stop him?” Rosemary asked.
I was fourteen. If I called the police I would say – what?
“We have a rare book thief over here at 5649 San Sebastian Ave.”
“I am ordering you out of the house. Lay prone on the ground until a squad car arrives. Prank…
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