Hippie House
Jon Presco
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Royal Rose Of The World 2
Posted on December 19, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Chapter Two – California Royalty
by
Vincent Rosamond Rice
I could tell Seyburne Zorthian sensed I was Californian Royalty, and thus she wanted to go with Nancy and I to meet my mother. Nancy had been to our home on San Sebastian one time, and up in the boys room Bill encouraged us to kiss. We were twelve, and I never kissed a girl before. Bill was very involved in Kathy Moline, but this did not detour Nancy from loving our friend – to death. The three of us looked at the idea Nancy and I would be lovers, she perhaps losing my virginity in that abandoned house on Athol that overlooked Lake Merritt? Such is the brilliance of the erotic light that outshines the light that lit our childhood days
Right away Rosemary has noticed Seyburne is rendering erotic landscapes around me, and surprised me by knowing who her parents were. Ten minutes after we got out of the car on Glendon, Rosemary is whispering in my ear.
“Marry her. She comes from money. You should be supported!”
How do you know, I wanted to ask, but, did the math. My mother spent many evenings up at the Beverly Hills Hotel, partying with that famous crowd. Had she met Jiryl Zorthian, the famous party animal at the Altadena ranch? Did this erotic artist see one of Rosemary’s infamous porno movies that she made for Big Bones Remmer – who knew all the Mafia guys? I was staying in Betty’s home. I dropped acid there, with her three children. Toby and I had this psychedelic gunfight that had everyone in stitches. I was liked, even adored.
Nancy and her family moved to Pasadena where she befriend Barry Zorthian, who became my friend Keith’s lover at the Idol Hands commune in San Francisco, where I brought the Royal Brass Lantern. Bill, Nancy, myself, and Angel played at being Beatniks. Angel took ballet lessons in SF, and hung out at the City Lights Bookstore. She was the thirteen year old mascot of the Ferlinghetti crowd. Angel wore black, and was the next generation. She was extremely mature for her age. We loved her Barret. She would give birth to Bill’s baby. She offered to fuck me so I would not lag behind. But, her boyfriend Tony showed up that almost fateful night. They got married. I was thirteen. We could not count our close encounters that would have made us fully adult. We could not wait to enact – our better way! We founded our coffee shop where we smoked pipes and talked about Beah Writers and their books. I was assigned Neil Cassidy’s identity. Then I was George Sterling to Bill’s London.
And so it went, as I followed the brilliance of my best friend, who was six foot three, blonde with blues eyes, and a IQ of 180. Bill was an Adonis, and he knew he was doomed due to the jealousy of others. Bill was Royalty of another kind. He went where no one could go. He lost his virginity to his French maid in Paris when he was eleven, When Bill went to jail for over a year. He shut Nancy and I out of his life. Something had gone terribly wrong, and his promise to alleyway tell us the truth, was a promise broken, Bill’s favorite book and movie was ‘Of Mice And Men’.
When speed came the Height Ashbury, it came to the Idol Hands, first. There was no greater tragedy. I fled the small maids room I lived in near the huge boiler in the basement. I left my belongings behind. I had gone to visit Brian Purvis in Oakland. I meant to go back. But Barry showed me the shooting kit her lover hid under their bed, and in tears, asked me to intervene.
This is the winter of 66. We buried Hippie on October, 6, 1967. I lost the brass lantern. I left it behind. A light had gone out that many still talk about. I saw it go. Goodbye my dear fantastic friends1
DEATH OF HIPPIES Hippy
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DEATH OF HIPPIES Hippy ‘Elders 7 Gather To Proclaim End Of Era
SAN FRANCISCO (UPI) Elders of San Francisco’s hippie community gathered today atop Buena Vista Hill to proclaim “the death of he hippie” with pomp and dramatics. As dawn brightened the splendid view, they ceremoniously complained that their famed Haight-Ashbury district has gone wrong. ‘ Then they moved down Haight Street, cleaning up trash, common since the summer invasion of tourists and thrill-seekers. Outside of some hippie shops, closed for the three-day funeral observance, were scrubbed with flourishes. Skirl) emblems tvere placed on windows. Later, a solemn funeral procession circled the district symbolically purging it of evil. Hippies were asked to drop things meaningful to them, feuch as their beads, in a huge coffin.
The only trouble is that the performance was some sort of a “put-on,” typical of the irreverent youth. Not all hip-pie-oriented shops closed and not all hippies participated. As the “day of death” plan was developed in lengthly meetings of Haight-Ashbury patriarchs, as the observance vas turned into more of a death of labels event than anything else. “We need a new image,” they said. “The hippies want to kill their world – known name, F rom death comes rebirth, they said. They now wish to be known as “free men.” Daniel Rifkin, manager of the Grateful Dead band, important in popularizing San Francisco rock music, complained that the hippie label was manufactured by mass media. He said the name was a way to lump all kinds of unconventional people “in the same bag” with drug-crazed and other nasty connotations. Further, the name is attracting too many phony hippies, said Arthur Lisch, a prime mover in the Diggers, who scrounged for food which they served free daily in Golden Gate Park.
“Many of the creative people are leaving,” he said. “At this point, the Haight-Ashbury is a box,” and estimated Unit San Francisco hippies are now operating about 20 different communes, each with more than a dozen in California. Lisch was saddened because Haight Street has been flooded with teeny hoppers, liquorswilling college students and hostility ridden motorcyclists. Violence, including murder and rape, have been on the upsurge. Relentless police raids now net 20 or 30 hippies a night on drug charges. On Monday night, the Crateful Dead’s residence, center for several hippie organizations, was busted by police and two performers were among 10 arrested because of a pound of marijuana found. The band held a news conference Thursday to state defiantly they were objects of police harrassment and that marijuana laws, “are seriously out of touch with reality.” “All we wish is to be free Americans endowed with ceratin unalienable rights among which somebody once said, are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” they said. “Is that so frightening?”
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Patrice and Heather Anti-Hippies
Posted on December 21, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
“Daniel Rifkin, manager of the Grateful Dead band, important in popularizing San Francisco rock music, complained that the hippie label was manufactured by mass media. He said the name was a way to lump all kinds of unconventional people “in the same bag” with drug-crazed and other nasty connotations. Further, the name is attracting too many phony hippies, said Arthur Lisch, a prime mover in the Diggers, who scrounged for food which they served free daily in Golden Gate Park”
My alleged daughter is not a Hippie, nor was her mother. Indeed, Patrice and Randy DelPiano were the antithesis of the Hippie. They ripped off The Real Hippies – and the Grateful Dead! Bogus Bobbie used the fame of this famous band, to rape and rip-off women who were fans of The Dead, who applied their seal of approval to the Mock Death of Hippie – so he could be reborn without all the parasitical attachments!
In 1988, with a year of sobriety, my first girlfriend, Marilyn Godfrey, insisted I get a reading at the Berkeley Psychic Reading when I went home for a visit. I was not a believer – at the time! I was told this by a young woman around twenty-four…
“People come into your being and take, take, take! You are powerless to stop them. I can’t see why!”
She began my reading by saying…
“You own your creation……You Died!”
“When Heather Delpiano was born, she was put in the arms of a con-artist, and ex-con who was convicted of impersonating Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead. Bogus Bobby appeared on the cover of The Berkeley Bard, he the subject of the only WANTED poster of this underground newspaper. Randall was getting suckers to buy fake Dead bootleg tapes. His wife – had to know what was going on. When I rescued Heahter’s half-brothers, I found her mother to be A AMBITIOUS HIPPIE – who wanted to meet my famous sister! This is 1984. I did not believe in a ‘Successful Hippie’ due to the reasons we buried Hippie. I could not SEE that I was considered a ‘Successful Hippie’ and that people wanted to be like me. They wanted – what I had! They came into my being – and took, took, took! Being a real generous Hippie, I felt I must share! I was wrong. The proof of this, my child was STOLEN from me, and then my grandchildren – by the SAME FAKE HIPPIE and her accomplices!
John Presco
JAN. 16, 1989 12 AM
A man who looted $4,000 from a woman’s bank account while posing as Grateful Dead guitar player Bob Weir has been sentenced to two years in prison and fined $500. The sentence was imposed by Alameda County Superior Court Judge Stanley Golde on Randall C. Delpiano, 33, described in a Probation Department report as having “achieved moderate fame by impersonating” Weir. Delpiano pleaded guilty in Oakland Municipal Court last month to one count of using a computer system to steal money. Other charges were dropped in a plea agreement. Authorities said Delpiano befriended the victim’s son and then moved into the family home. While the woman was out of town in October, they said, he took the money from her bank account using her automatic teller machine card.
When I found myself pregnant, I felt the father could have been
either John’s or my husband’s, but I had to convince the husband
that it was his baby or life would have been unbearable and the
chances of my baby’s survival would have been slim. I knew this baby
was meant to be, and be with me, and that was important. From there
moment she was born, I could see that she looked like John, but it
was the husband’s name that went on the birth certificate.”
Patrice Hanson falsified a birth certificate by putting Randall Delpiano’s name as the father, instead of me. Heather Hanson is MY daughter. Patrice admits she knew this in a letter she composed to send Oprah Winfrey. Randy is famous! He appears in two books as “Bogus Bobby”. Patrice says she was married to BB, but, I have my doubts. Patrice has never had a grasp on reality. She suffers from mental illness due to her severely mentally ill mother being violently beaten by Patrice’s father. This may have caused this poor mother of three to jump off a cliff, and kill herself. Patrice describes herself as being the surrogate mother to her siblings.
Jack and Ken Were Alcoholics
Posted on August 7, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Copyright 2021
After promising me he WOULD NOT employ The Presco Family Sobriety in his evil biography of a famous woman artist – with a massive drinking problem – Tom Snyder, the ghost writer – went to town! He had himself a field day! What does that mean? I’m sure Patrice and Heather Hanson filled Snyder in on all my literary plans I shared with my newfound daughter and her mother – who agreed to be my wife – then denies it after she stole my child once again! Can this be labeled – ATTEMPTED MURDER? Christine Rosamond is given allot of posthumous support for her recovery – that ended on her first sober birthday – the day she drowned! In AA we don’t honor – DEAD DRUNKS!
My daughter and her family have given me a strong message they do not support my poor sobriety, and do not care if I feel isolated and sorry for myself and go back to drinking! Add to this the fact Jack London was a alcoholic who committed suicide, then I being thirty-four years sober – is a miracle – because I have written more words then all three authors – combined! And they are Beat and Bohemian-like paragraphs – that do not promote drug or alcohol. How many Beat-Bohemian newspapers are there in the world?
Jack Kerourac – was a basket case! He lived with his mother in a quaint village. When he came to speak at Harvard, my friend Ed Corbin was elected by his English class to HELP the King of Beat Writers, show him the town, take him out to dinner. They were up all night drinking. They came on the stage – drunk! Jack told the class;
“Ed knows me and my work. He will be speaking for me!”
The professor dragged Ed off the stage, and told Jack he signed a contract. Jack did not own a car after that – which is a good thing! He pushed a grocery cart around town. He could have gone on a world speaking tour and made a million dollars – but he blew it! He was not – TRUSTWORTHY!
I filmed Ed several years ago, along with his art that was piled in his closet. I should have asked him about that historic day in English Literature, and thus there would be a historic record from the horses’ mouth! I am kin to the Bohemian Artist, Augustus John, via Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor, and all members of the Getty family. Allot of substance abuse went down. I compare the artwork of ED AND HIS SONS to the John family of artists and musicians.
The town of Greenville burned down a couple of days ago. California is drying up! The scenic Beat Town of Mendocino – has run out of water! Can I put some of the blame on the Buck Family of oil and timber exploiting? We know the World Climate – is toast!
In 1968 I went to Mendocino with my sixteen year old girlfriend, Cindy Blake, and stayed in her sister’s geodesic dome. Her husband got up at five in the morning and took a boat out fishing. This is how this Super Hippie couple made a living. Harry Blake was Johnny Carson’s make-up man. Cindy took over when her father retired, but, it was not the same. I suspect this is why Carson retired. The Blake family lived next door to the Molnar family who i was staying with when I came down with Whooping cough when I was twelve. I dropped acid with Tyler and Rand Molnar that Kath Blake mailed them from Mendocino. They kept sugar cubes in the freezer. I dropped with Cindy when she was fourteen. Here we are in my parents pool. Her parents paid for cost of fixing up a shed by their pool that became our Love Nest. I was like Tarzan. I lived with my mother – and swam in two pools! The teen girls next door invited me to swim naked with them – in their Mom’s pool. Provincial Jack – could not cope! He had East Coast morays, and – was too hung up! Read Buknowski again and study these pics.
After I split and went back up North, my kin Michael Dundon showed up. Harry offered his $10,000 dollars to marry Cindy – and take her off his hands. Both daughters were fierce Hippie Rebels – and he was their Mark. This is the real ‘Wonder Years’.
My sister-in-law was Sue Lyon’s best friend. My brother drove this actress to Santa Monica City College where they went to school. Cindy is a Valley Girl – the real deal!
When I ran into Nancy at Far Mann’s she gave me a long hug and said she was going to see our ex-roommate, Barry Zorthian when she goes down to the Bay area. Her late-father was was titled ‘The Last of The Bohemians’. I believe I own this title because I KNOW JACK BETTER than all writers, because I have walked in his shoes. I look at these pics of Jack, and I see – ME! For my family to treat me like I am a using drunk, while, blessing outsiders who do not suffer, is an outrage blessed by the law firm owned by Robert Brevoort Buck, who set up Alcohol Justice and a scientific search for longevity – as Marine runs out of water. What is Wells Fargo bank doing about this real crisis? The Hippies and Beats are being blamed for everything, because their plan to Save The World – FAILED! They also FAILED – to end all wars! As for freedom of speech – they back the Democrats who stole the election. And thus, many Republicans are refusing to wear a mask and get vaccinated.
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The historic California town of Mendocino is running out of water and the reservoir it depends on is drying up amid a devastating drought in the state.
“It’s dire and it’s only getting worse,” said Ryan Rhoades, the town’s groundwater manager. Rhoades said he’s considering bringing in water by train. In the meantime, the local high school has offered some of its reserves, which is only one truckload of water per day. “That’s the problem,” he said.
More than 84% of California is experiencing extreme drought, where the current water supply is deemed inadequate for agriculture, wildlife, and urban needs, according to the National Integrated Drought Information System. So far, this year has been the third driest year on record in terms of precipitation, and it comes after another remarkably dry year, according to Jay Lund, an environmental engineering professor at the University of California, Davis.
Into the Bottle, a Rest Stop on the Long Island Shore
- Dec. 31, 2006
NORTHPORT, N.Y. — The King of the Beats was already a literary celebrity when he moved with his mother, Gabrielle, to this Long Island harbor town in 1958, but the locals remember him mainly as a broke barfly who padded about barefoot or in bedroom slippers.
“He never had any money, so he’d get your ear till you bought him a drink, always Schenley’s whiskey,” Bob Reid, a 69-year-old clammer, recalled of Jack Kerouac’s six years here, much of them spent in Murphy’s, a salty bar overlooking the public dock where the fishermen, lobstermen and clammers would come in still wearing their smelly hip waders.
“He dressed like a bum, wore an old ratty overcoat and always needed a shave,” Mr. Reid added. “We knew he was a writer but we didn’t know he was famous. He never talked about books, maybe because we weren’t exactly a book crowd.”
Another clammer, Denny Teal, 63, stepped off his work boat and waved his hand dismissively when asked about Kerouac. “He liked to sit by the gas heater in the back of Gunther’s,” Mr. Teal said, referring to another tavern Kerouac frequented, “and he could talk up a storm when the drinks were flowing. If he could’ve wrote down half of what he was rambling on about, that’d be the best Kerouac book of them all.”
Using some of his advance from “On the Road” for a down payment, Kerouac, at 36, bought a house on Gilbert Street, but he shunned the persona of suburban square.
He did not mow his lawn, drive a car or have a job. He read avidly from the local library, but refused to enter, choosing instead to have a librarian retrieve his books while he waited outside. He drank at home late into the night, playing music from his vast collection of reel-to-reel tapes, often blasting macabre selections from requiem Masses past midnight.
“He never had a car, so he walked or got a ride wherever he was going,” said Louis Goldin, 77, who lived next door to the house Kerouac moved into in 1962, at 7 Judy Ann Court. “He was just another guy in the village. You’d see him walking into town pulling one of those old-lady shopping carts for groceries.”
Associated more with places like Greenwich Village or San Francisco, Kerouac told friends that the bucolic New England feel of Northport reminded him of his hometown, Lowell, Mass. In Northport, an hour’s drive from Manhattan, he could maintain contact with artistic and publishing circles, yet escape the pressures and pitfalls of fame.
He was not especially productive here, working unsteadily on a number of shorter projects and a novel he called “Memory Babe.” Emotionally fragile and beset by alcoholism, not to mention a complicated relationship with his mother, Kerouac was declining physically, disillusioned by his celebrity and growing apart from his radical friends and artistic colleagues.
Booth-Kelly Lumber Company In Springfield
Posted on June 26, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press
The Story of Rosamond
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
“Hi Dan. Ten years ago we talked in your office about the white equestrian statue outside your office. According the ongoing Kesey Square Myth, this horseman may come alive in the night, and drag Kesey statue over to Springfield – with your assistance. Is this true?”
I have known Dan Egan since I moved to Springfield eleven years ago. Recently, we discussed his prophecy that Springfield would soon own the statue of Ken now located in Eugene. Or, did Neil Laudati tell me this? There is a Trojan Horse, here? I have found the hidden Mr. Burns. In theory, I own the history of Springfield. Helen is my friend. I have talked about running for Mayor. I will beautify this lumber town. I own the real story of a lone poor man taking on the powerful and rich man with a bevy of attorneys, who depicted my famous sister as a deranged and dangerous lunatic, thus her legacy had to taken over by sane outsiders!
“Mr. Buck is a prominent Mason, a Knight Templar and Odd Fellow, and a member of various clubs, including the Bohemian, of San Francisco; the Pacific-Union of the same city, the San Francisco Gold and Country Club, the Claremont Country Club, of Oakland, California, and the Sutter Club, of Sacramento, California.”
From Frank would come the largest family trust on earth that is worth a billion dollars. Because there was alcoholism in the family, it was founded to combat this disease, and help the poor people of Marin. Maybe we can get Springfield in on this action, because Buck bucks, built this town – and Beverly Hills!
After my friend, Mark Gall, paid for my membership in the Emerald Art Association, I talked with Dan in his office at the old Springfield train station. He gave me his last copy of the history of Springfield which I donated to a merchants organization on Main street, that is now defunct. Then, came the rejection of the history I was compiling on the Fremont-Benton family by the founders of Emerald Arts, who I was told by the director were the widows of the men who owned logging companies. Were any of them kin to Frank Buck, the President of the Booth-Kelly Lumber Company that built a huge lumber mill in Springfield, and, was based in Eugene. Frank was the major stock holder. Why haven’t we heard of him. Where is his monument and plaque. He is the real Mr. Burns!
“Mr. Buck is interested as a stockholder and Director in the Rodeo Land & Water Co., of Los Angeles, which owns 3100 acres of land near Los Angeles. The townsite of Beverly stands on part of this land. Mr. Buck is President of the Booth-Kelly Lumber Company, of Eugene, Oregon, and has heavy timber holdings in that section of the Northwest. He also is a Director of the Bakersfield Iron Works.”
Why did the artist who designed the Kesey mural put these Biblical words where the signature of the artist traditionally go? I and my niece have been fighting a conglomerate that made millions fro Oregon trees.
A month ago, my childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, saw the real me. I was having dinner at Far Manns in Springfield. My waitress was giving me the eye, again. She took over my station just to wait on me. I found out her middle name was Rose, which was her grandmother’s first name. I told her about my Rosy family. We made a date, and she tells me she lives in a recovery house. I tell her I just had my thirty year birthday. I offer to be her sponser until she get’s one. I turn to say something to Rose, and am staring at Nancy. She is with Jerry in a booth. I say hello!
Nancy tells me she did not hear our conversation, but, she is being polite, and shy. She asks me if I have talked with Bill’s sister, his lover, and his son. Bill was killed on railroad track on my eighteenth birthday. He was a beautiful artist and writer. He was the love of Nancy’s and Christine’s life, who did this painting in memory of my childhood friend. This painting is discussed in my sister’s biography. I am vilified in this book of lies. Garth Benton says Christine received a letter from me wherein Bill is mentioned.
I read words suggesting if I had passed a letter to Bill, that Christine wrote, she could have saved Bill, and, he would still be alive, today. This lie was conjured up by a member of the Buck family. It was meant to destroy me. People wanted me to take my life. People who surrounded Rosamond, thought she would take her life. I have shown a powerful lawfirm who handled Christine’s probated………….they own no death scene!
I was doing a painting at the time of Bill’s death. I set up my easle before the T.V. because my friend’s two favorite movies were on; ‘Of Mice and Men’ and ‘The Old Man and the Sea’. It was just after midnight. I was painting a railroad track at night. I put my friend standing by the tracks looking at me.
“Hello Bill!”
Nancy made references to the video I made at the dedication of the Kesey mural in Springfield. She appologised for the ending. She said she was shy. I told the first girl I ever kissed that she was one of the most honest and integral human beings I ever met. We hugged each other. We went to – that place! We were so beautiful – and perfect! We were perfect every day. When we awoke, and wondered again, if this perfection would ever end, we smiled, for to wonder such a thing is such a perfect thing to wonder about.
I have not read ‘Sometimes a Great Notion’. I could barely watch the movie, for, there is our Bill captured under the log, and we are so helpless. We tried. He was a suicide. He was nineteen. His play had just been rejected by an editor who made a point to come see him. Bill believed the worth of a man is judged by the worthiness of his enemy. ‘The Fountainhead’ was another favorite book. Bill became Howard Roarke. He saw himself as Lenny. I was George. Nancy gave George a hug at Far Manns. Nancy honored ‘The Survivor’ of one of the most beautiful and creative bond, the world has ever known – if only someone would tell the tale.
When I visited Nancy and the Springfield Creamery in 1986, she suggested I write the history of the Hippies because I could recall so much. I knew she wanted me to write Bill’s story. I had grown up in his shadow. But, this time, at Far Mann’s, she no longer wanted me to author Bill’s story – or mine! She told me she and Jerry had not come to this restaurant for twenty years. When they did, they got to see the real me, the hidden me. I can see that Ken admired John Steinbeck, and his mice who want to be men.
“What is a man?”
I am a Lamed vav Tzardikim. I am the ‘concealed one’. In this life I am ‘The Rose of the World’. I am the Beautiful Rose Artist. I have come to save………..Art! I have been elected. How I was elected is what Ken’s two novels are about! I even did a cote of arms – before I knew who I was – fore sure. I have suffered. No artist has suffered more. No artist has loved art – more! My betrayal is so complete, there is nowhere to go. There is not diversion. No one to blame. I have been elected by a process that does not understand itself. I am on the railroad tracks. There is a train coming. Last night………I found that train. It is…….on time! Of course you are going to title me ‘Mad’. That’s what you do! That’s your job! It’s all about making money, and having money – for you!
Nancy was at my graduation from Serenity Lane. She had me meet Ken several times. I heard he had a drinking problem. Here is the Buck Trust.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcohol_Justice
Buck & Fargo In The Recovery Industry
Posted on June 6, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press
Capturing Beauty
by
John Presco
Coyright 2021
Is it possible aspects of the Buck Foundation, and Wells Fargo, had plans to corner the market on the ‘The Recovery Industry’? Along with research that extends the lives of folks who suffer from ‘Death’, is there a new plan and program to cure folks from Death Due To Drink? My science fiction novel ‘The Gideon Computer’ – has come true! Big Brother Buck took over my family. The Prescos were kidnapped by…..BIG RECOVERY. Watch this video!
“Seeking submissions. SUBMIT – OR DIE!”
You can’t make this shit up! Or – can you?
I began The Gideon Computer in 1986 while I was still using. I got into the New Hope program at Serenity Lane to get sober, so I could live to finish it. It has become true. The Gideon Institute – is for real!
John Presco
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Inside The $35 Billion Addiction Treatment Industry
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The National Council on Alcoholism and Drug Dependency estimates that over 23 million Americans (age 12 and older) are addicted to alcohol and other drugs. According to the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA), just under 11% (2.5 million) received care at an addiction treatment facility in 2012. SAMHSA also estimates that the market for addiction treatment is about $35 billion per year.
The vast majority of addiction treatment is based either partially or entirely on the 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous (AA), but is there scientific evidence to support AA as a clinical treatment? Should addiction treatment centers make enormous profits by simply funneling substance abusers into the free fellowship of AA?
These are the primary questions behind The Business of Recovery ‒ a new documentary that opened earlier tonight at the Newport Beach Film Festival. Like many documentaries, there are some startling statistics ‒ including this provocative one delivered early in the 81-minute film.
I became the Director of the Alcoholism Treatment Unit at Harvard’s McLean Hospital. I’ve probably treated a couple of thousand people who have one addiction or another. Almost all residential treatment programs in the United States are 12 Step based, so their effectiveness will depend entirely on whether 12 Step programs work and the statistics for AA are not good. It is helpful for 5‒10% and that’s a good thing. That’s 5‒10% of people who are being helped by A.A. ‒ it’s a lot better than zero percent ‒ but it shouldn’t be thought of as the standard of treatment because it fails for most people ‒ for the vast majority of people. Lance Dodes, MD ‒ Addiction Expert & Author ‒ Harvard Medical School Graduate in The Business of Recovery
“Nests of Filthy Hippies!”
San Sebastian Avenue
by
John Presco
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I awoke this morning with the realization my compromise – is doomed! I spent an hour reading clippings about Belmont government. It was famous for being very contentious. Did I stir up the hornets nest?
At 7:45 A.M, on 8/28/24 I found an article about an ordinance that was passed to make communal living illegal in Belmont because it conflicts with……FAMILY LIVING VALUES! This is from the Redwood City Tribune June 24, 1969
“It would clean out these nests of filthy hippies from the cities neighborhood. The ACLU wrote to request a copy of “anti-hippie ordinance.”
For over three years I have been trying to identify the people that dug up Carl Janke and his wife in the middle of the night, and put them in a dug grave in the Union Cemetery – WHICH WAS CLOSED TO NEW BURIELS! It is…….AN ILEGAL GRAVE!
I read a clipping about a UN button being ripped off a shirt. It looks like an Extreme Right-wing group was trying to take over the City Government of Belmont. Standing in their was EVE STERRY who resigned from the Belmont Historical Society after bringing up the alteration of Janke Family History, and Denny Lawherns disinterest in putting up a plaque on the Bay tree honoring my ancestor Pioneer Family. Denny authored the words in the plaque honoring LIVIMG CITY COUNCIL MEMBERS!…..WHY?
I suspect there is no Deed to Twin Pines Park, just a signed agreement that the grave of Carl Janke would remain there – FOREVER – and the lands that constituted the Janke Theme Park would remain – UNTOUCHED! With this Filthy Hippie Ban, we now understand why the History of the Janke Family depicts my ancestors as DIRTY FILTHY COCAIN DEALERS that got people stoned and drunk. Good citizens had to step in and stop these Filthy German from tearing up tgeir town!
Then, Eric Reed dies, and monuments of him are sprinkled all through the land that belonged to the JANKE FAMILY! Show me…..THE DEED! I will be contacting the ACLU, because my photographs of the Stuttmeister-Janke crypt in Colma….DESTROYED THEIR ILLEGAL FICTION! William Stuttmeister and William Janke were partners in a dentist office in Redwood City. Lawhern had to be aware of my FIRST POSTS on BHS. He had to be in shock! I suspect he was a right-wing plant. He is reading post after post by The King of The Hippies. He calls up the Old Goldwater Nine? It looks like members of the Facsit Right retreated to Belmont and made a stand against Creeping Hippiness coming their way from San Francisco,
PETER: “There’s a bunch of bums out there in Alameda”
GREG: “We should have never left Alamed and bought that Victorian. Drinking beer on the tennis court, the Beat Men of Leisure!”
PETER: Go by and see what their price is. Hole up on republican island.”
EXTRA! I just talked to the ACLU and they are extremely interested in the Family Crisis I have been experiencing ever since I contacted the BHS. They want their part in Real History to go into their Historic Archives. AND they are very interested in the suppression of my blog-newspaper that I gave them the name of. They gave me three ways I can make a complaint. The suppression to alternative family lifestyle’s in under atack by Vance – who may be the next Vice President after Kamala Harris.
Above are pics of “filthy hippies” who lived together. In the bottom pic were see the Zorthian sisters with their mother, who paid the rent for ‘Idle Hands’ where my sister and I lived, The artist, Rosamond, was a “filthy hippie”, The BHA asked me no question about the mother of Drew Benton. I was painting in my studio when Linda Tillery auditioned at the 13th. commune.
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Former President Donald Trump is attempting to clean up his vice presidential pick’s resurfaced comments disparaging Democratic officials who don’t have children as “childless cat ladies” with a simple message: Sen. JD Vance “loves family.”
“He’s not against anything, but he loves family. It’s very important to him,” said Trump during an appearance on Fox News’ “Ingraham Angle” on Monday night.
Out of The Blue Prophecy
Posted on June 26, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Following Taylor’s remarks, members of the City Council unveiled a plaque recognizing his service on the Planning Commission, the City Council, and as Mayor. Also etched on the plaque is a quote and a note of gratitude for his “life and service to the City of Belmont.” The plaque sits to the right of the path to the Veterans’ Memorial and at the foot of the Eric Reed Grove.
Late 1960s: The Loading Zone
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Tillery first came to prominence as the lead singer in San Francisco group The Loading Zone starting in 1968. The band had just signed with RCA Records and was looking for a new lead singer, so they placed a classified ad in the San Francisco Chronicle stating “Wanted: One Soul Singer” which was also the title of a Johnnie Taylor album that Tillery enjoyed.[6] At least six singers had auditioned for the job but the 19-year-old Tillery had an edge because she had phoned beforehand to make sure she was what the band was seeking. Years later, Loading Zone founder Paul Fauerso described the hiring of Tillery:
She said, ‘I’m kind of big, like Big Mama Thornton, and I play harmonica…. She walked through the door in a post office uniform, with little white cat-eyed glasses, and I said, that’s our girl. She just looked right. We evolved as a dance band with a fusion of R&B and rock, and we ended up as a psychedelic soul band once we added Linda. She was singing for us by the time we opened for Cream at Winterland. Her mother made her a floor-length ruffled red leather cape. It was very dramatic.[14]
Tillery recalled her audition day with humor. Loading Zone guitarist Steve Dowler went to Tillery’s house to pick her up. “Her mother saw a hippie at the door and refused to let him in”.[6]
Linda with the Loading Zone frequently played popular Bay Area Night Clubs like Keystone Berkeley, Frenche’s in Hayward and The Odyssey Room in Sunnyvale. While The Loading Zone occasionally performed as headliners in concert venues, they were more well known as a popular opening act for other big-name bands. They toured with Vanilla Fudge and The Jeff Beck Group, and opened Bay Area shows for many other bands and performers including The Who on their first American tour,[14] Jethro Tull, Sam & Dave, Cream at San Francisco’s famed Winterland Ballroom[6] and Big Brother and the Holding Company featuring Janis Joplin at Bill Graham‘s historic venue The Fillmore. Of the gig with Big Brother, Tillery and the Loading Zone won over Joplin’s fans so much that Joplin told others after the show that Tillery was never allowed again to be on the same bill with her.[9][15]
The Loading Zone’s style has been described as psychedelic soul, and they have been compared somewhat to Sly and the Family Stone.[16] Another critic called their music “a distinctive blend of garage rock, R&B, and jazz”.[14] Their debut album titled The Loading Zone was released on RCA Records in 1968 and sold about 100,000 copies. Critical reception was mixed, with many dismayed that the album “didn’t come close to capturing the band’s energy in concert”.[14]
Tillery’s tenure with The Loading Zone marked the beginning of her professional career. “Though it was at the height of the drug-crazed rock era, the members of the band had all turned to Transcendental Meditation, were completely clean and sober, and were dealing with a lot of political issues that other musicians wouldn’t tackle, like confronting the American Federation of Musicians which was not doing a very good job at providing benefits and protections for musicians. It was the beginning of a journey through consciousness-raising and political development for me”.[9] Tillery stayed with The Loading Zone a few years, but the lifestyle became “too much, too soon …. I kind of crashed after that….The lifestyle can either make or break a human being. There are some people who are destroyed by their early success. At least I can say I’m a survivor”.[13] The group broke up and reformed in 1969, and had varying membership for periods of time in the late 1960s and early 1970s. One account shows that Tillery left the group in January 1969, rejoined in March 1970 through 1971, and left The Loading Zone for the final time in 1972.[17]
Actor Tim O’Connor Leaves The Planet
Posted on June 27, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I just got an e-mail from Tim. He informs me his father passed away in April. He got married recently and his sent me a photo of he and his bride standing in front of a tug boat. He has been reaching out on the God-line. He is thrilled he has been heard by an old friend who he can match pictures with. There are four of US who still communicate……Tim, Peter, Chris, Jon.
Here is a list of Tim’s films. He was a serious actor, but had done a comedy, or two.
http://www.aveleyman.com/ActorCredit.aspx?ActorID=13023
The character Fenzwick interests me because I have used the name Fenwich several times. I am not famous. Perhaps I should seek fame? I lost my facebook friend, Ben Toney, in May. He was a pioneer of Pirate Radio. I get choked-up knowing his earth-voice no longer broadcasts. His magic wand, lie silent. I posted this on his facebook while he was dying. He was glad to hear what a friend thinks of him – before he is dead! Tim is another Gully Gimson. May he live long and prosper. Tim Sr. bought the Theanna in hope he could cross the Atlantic. The boatman will take us across to the Elysian Fields.
There is some synchronicity going on. My muse, Lara Roozemond. For a month I have been composing a chapter I will send out to the folks making the new James Bond movie. Then I see Tim standing with his new Dutch bride in front of a Tugboat belonging to Captain Martin.
We hippies talked about Our Great Movie that was never made. Pynchon should have never let ‘Inherent Vice’ be made without two real hippies on the set and in the editing room. Zabriskie Point was a huge BUST! Hippie Tim was a hippie actor with no CUT in his life. He is always ON. We were always on! TURN ON!
What Did Eric Reed Know – And When?
Posted on July 5, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press
It is 8:33 A.M. May 27, 2023 – and I am still in shock having discovered my grandparents are buried in the same grave! I saw TWO flags put on one gravestone. That was a half hour ago. THEN – I see another flag! There are three of my ancestors buried in the same grave! WHY? Did the caretakers conclude this was a very poor family? William Stuttmeister knew they were Belmont before he died. At great expense to himself, he moved the Jankes to Colma after they were evicted from the Odd Fellow cemetery – at great expense! This was a wealthy pioneer family whose graves keep being defiled! They were moved to the Union cemetery i 1972?
I’m sure I will be accused of having no respect For The Dead because I am forced to ask hard questions about the late Mayor of Belmont. Did Reed learn about the fate of Carl Janke and his wife?
John Presco
EXTRA!!!! At 1:45 on July 5, 2024 I found this evidence that the Belmont Historical discussed the removal of the Janke graves in 1992. Denny knew this when I first posted. He said he was not discouraging me and Cynthia said she was totally to blame. This constitutes CONSPIRACY!
I am in shock! My heart is pounding and I am breathing hard. There was talk about putting a plaque on the giant bay tree, where at the base was buried my great grandparents. It looks like Eve Steery resigned over this – OUTRAGE!
The Belmont Historical Society said – they placed the headstone you see above??? Can this be true – and they lied and degraded me to hide – THE TRUTH? Did the Mayor and City Caounil hear a proposal to put a commenative plaque for the Founders of Belmont?
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- No progress report on Belmont, As We Remember It. Anna Sco tt did
not attend the meeting. We have $250 available through a grant . It
must be used by August. Denny sugg e sted Anna Scott may need help.
Ell ie Woodard said first few pages ar e set up and plans are t o put
it on a disc when printed and available for future copies . - Eve Sterry read report on Heritage and Newsletter and h a d copies
available. Discussed infor mation on missprint of Belmont Community
Catalog which had been corrected. Tom Seivert discussed la st Board
Meeting where it was decided our Society was created primarily because we were asked to form a group by Parks and Rec. & Jim Mc Laughli
since a place was needed fo r Histrical Belmont Pictures .
Eve Sterry said she is resigning her post as Editor of the Newsletter,
if it isn’t true to history. Trish leEdwards said the Newsletter
mu s t represent views of group at large. Eve Sterry said,”Please
accept my resignation. 11 Tom Seivert accepted r esignation.
Denny Lawhern discussed documentat i on of grave s ite location and
proof that the gr ave stones were r emoved~o preven t va nd al i s m duri ng
routing of new fr eeway 280. The c emetery s till exists & bod ies are
s till there . Records are at San Ma teo County Historical So c iety.
Doris Vannier reported that the History of Be lmo n t was b rought up
long before gravesite subject. In 1972 Doris Vannier & Ju anita Doyle
had wo rked with a group at The Belmon t Congregati on al Church & attempted to get together a Belmont History Group. Finally , Tom Seivert
was able to take over as head and made some thi ng of it. Eve Sterry
asked that it be put in the recor d that the placeme n t of grave stones
was made by ou r Society. She sugge sted that a plaque be placed on
page 2 of 3 pages.
the fabulous Bay ~ree in Twin Pines Park. Th i s is to be di scussed. - Ell ie Woodard reported on photographs from Mrs . D. Bl ank . Carlmon
Camera made negative for reproductions. There ar e now 142 it e ms in in
tory a nd new things ar e coming in. Deed o f gifts hav e been given
to a ll, c opy to donor , info on file and als o in b i nder.
Bert ,Johnson, a s Docent on Wednesday ,talked to Ea rl Miller and
identified people in picture of dog racing track . Russ Estep mentioned picture o f Florence Vannie r on Firetruc k & his ph oto of S . F .
Bay from Belmont hi lls showing Red Rock Hill. Doris Vannier has
picture of sister Flor ence, whe n 6 years old,during dedication of
cabi n in Golden Gate Park for Ca lifornia Pionee r s . Bill Kn owl and is
hol din g her hand. Ellie will have pictur e copied . Tom Seivert mentioned picture of people in grandstand at dog track from Earl Miller .
Doris Vannier sa id there were more people at the dog track than l ived
i n Belmont. There were thousands. Eve St e rr y discussed Hi s torical Bay
Tree in the Pa rk . Doris Vannier told of Carl J anke & wife being bur i
there be f or e being moved to Union Cemetery in R.C. De nny suggested
further discussion & permission from City Council . Tom suggested that
this was a good idea and should be put on the agend a fo r new business - No repo rt on membership,since Fran Farmer did not attend. Denny
suggested we mu st contact Fran Fa rmer and get information by next mt g
6 . Tom Seivert r eported on display of California Express Comp any
envelopes & Historical Belmont postals at Belmont Library , which
ac companied talk on Belmont’s First Library . 20-30 p e ople attended
including a professor from S . F. State Col l ege & person involve d
wi th first Library in Belmont. Plans were made to have Gordon Seely
of S .F. State to speak to group.
Intermission: Time for coffee & ” Fabu lous Lemon Squares” from
Redwo od City Heri tage Cook book, served by Trish le Edwards and Barba r
John s on.
NEW BUSINESS:
Russ Estep men tioned Mt . Vernon and trail down to River and tombstones. May be d one in a simil ar sty le here . To be discussed next meE
ing .
John Presco
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Grove in Twin Pines dedicated to former Mayor Eric Reed
Belmont Mayor Douglas Kim delivers remarks alongside Councilmen Charles Stone and Warren Lieberman.
Sam Hosmer, Staff Writer
November 11, 2018
Former Mayor and Councilman Eric Reed may have passed away in 2017, but his memory appears indelible.
A grove adjacent to the Veterans’ Memorial in Twin Pines Park in Belmont was dedicated Sunday afternoon to the memory of Reed, who died last December after a three-year battle with cancer.
Reed, inspired by the sacrifices made by Belmont residents over the years in service of their country, proposed the Veterans’ Memorial in 2016 and saw it to completion a year later with the aid of a committee of Belmont residents. Now, approximately two years after Reed proposed the project, just under one year after his death, and on what would have been his 51st birthday, the area around the memorial has been named in recognition of his efforts to champion the Veterans’ Memorial and in celebration of his service to the City of Belmont.
“A year ago today, Eric was with us to commemorate the Veterans’ Memorial, which was his way of showing respect for our veterans,” said Belmont Mayor Douglas Kim. “A year later, we’re here to show our respect for Eric, commemorate his accomplishments, and say thank you for his service to the City of Belmont.”
Vice Mayor Davina Hurt and Councilmen Charles Stone and Warren Lieberman also delivered remarks at the dedication, as did Reed’s mother, Loverine Taylor. All spoke in mutual admiration of Reed’s longstanding and far-reaching commitment to Belmont, borne out by his tenures on the Planning Commission and the City Council as well as his term as Mayor in 2016.
“Eric had a need and a desire to give back. And you, the people of Belmont, made that possible,” Taylor said. “This place is so beautiful. I’ll think of him anytime I come here.”
Several community leaders were in attendance at the dedication, including four members of the City Council, City Clerk Terri Cook, City Treasurer John Violet, City Manager Greg Scoles, Reverend Michael Arase-Barham of Good Shepherd Episcopal Church, and Poet Laureate Jacki Rigoni, who read a poem written in Reed’s honor. Also attending the Sunday event were several other members of city staff and the leaders of various civic organizations — likely a testament to the high level of respect Reed’s service earned from his community.
“[Reed] has done so much for this community, and we owe him a lot of gratitude for all the work he did until the very end,” Hurt said.
Following Taylor’s remarks, members of the City Council unveiled a plaque recognizing his service on the Planning Commission, the City Council, and as Mayor. Also etched on the plaque is a quote and a note of gratitude for his “life and service to the City of Belmont.” The plaque sits to the right of the path to the Veterans’ Memorial and at the foot of the Eric Reed Grove.
“I feel incredibly blessed that this community has embraced us,” said Eric’s wife, Laura Tower Reed. “It was a labor of love that built [the Veterans’ Memorial]. The fact that the grove has been named in his memory is everything.”
Commemorating Reed’s legacy is a plaque bearing the inscription of his extensive civic involvement.
According to Belmont Parks and Recreation Director Brigitte Shearer, who was in attendance at the dedication, the parks department added new mulch to the grove and planted new vegetation, including five trees and several orange flowers — Eric’s favorite color. Parks staff also chose the stone for the memorial plaque and upgraded the grove’s irrigation system.
“As the guys were working on this over the last couple of days, they really noticed that, now that the older trees have fallen, the light just comes through here in a really beautiful way throughout the day,” Shearer said.
All spoke in tones of shared admiration of Reed’s dedication to the city and his extensive record of successful community engagement. During his time on the council, Reed was a major force behind the adoption of the Belmont Village Specific Plan, an enormous commercial zoning overhaul which may one day pave the way for a substantive Downtown Belmont. He also played a major role in the completion of Davey Glen Park.
“If there’s one thing we can all remember and reflect on, it’s that Eric, as much as anyone and more than most of us, was really a unifier and someone who wanted to bring the community together,” said Lieberman. “And I know of no higher virtue than doing something like that.”
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