San Sebastian Avenue

On January 3, 2026, I talked to my old friend, Danny Blake. We lived in the same building on Broadway, where my daughter Heather Hanson, was conceive. We met in 1982? This journey into my past, has brought me to the truth I must describe my life as AD (after death) and BD ( before death) Most biographies take in ones birth, ones life, then ones death. Mine goes like this.

I was born!

I lived!

I died!

I was born into life again!

I lived!

I will die again.

Here is Cal’s hideout nest to Momma’s Royal Cafe. Go up the red stairs, under the arch with no name, and it is the studio before the pooted plant.

To be continued

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A week ago I talked with a friend about making a movie about the attempt by Puerto Rican radicals to assassinate, President Truman. I deduced it would be too radical – and cause racial tensions. Then I saw the new West Side Story being advertised. I saw it last night. It opens with the Jets stealing cans of paint, then smearing it over a Puerto Rican flag mural.

In the pic of the red truck you see my close, friends. Starting in the left, is Tony Puig who grandmother was involved in the attempt on Harry’s. Tony grew up in Harlem and was a radical in college. We played cards while he told me his amazing stories of survival, how he had to travel through different neighborhoods, that had hostile gangs. He talked about playing Bayamon in the New York streets.

George would come over on Sunday and watch football. He formedd a bond with David, the son of the Black Panther that died in a fire in Chicago. We went to hismother’s birthday party, where she asked me to dance.

“Do you know how to do The Bump?”

“Teach me!”

She would declare me the best Bumper she ever saw.

Joe lived in the Presidential car at the Harrison Park as a caretaker. They tore down his grandfather’s house to put in the Nimitz freeway, which turned Joe into a extreme radical. When two men from the City came to evict Joe, he threw the bodily off the train. When George came to talk to his dead friend, Joe tied him up to a chair. There was a standoff.

“Did you hear Joe took George hostage?”

“Gentle George!? What did he do?”

I was the only Gringo in the group until the actor Paul Drake moved upstairs from Cal Iwamota who fought with the Haoles in Hawaii. I met Mary Ann through my Mexican neighbor who had two activist sons in the Fruitvale. Joe got a job fixing some property in a dangerous area of Oakland, where I made an exit from when I got sober.

That’s my father playing chess with his best friend, Ernie Quinones, in his apartment in downtown Oakland. I didn’t know how much my father owned this city. Vic was always in his bathrobe, making loans over the phone. When his pole would dip, we got to see Mr. Smooth in action, as he reeled in his latest victim. Captain Vic was convicted of Loan Sharking in 1964.

Above is a photo of (left to right) John Presco, Peter Shapiro, Tim O’Connor and his girlfriend, Keith Purvis. Susan’s father was Marlon Brando’s agent. We are on a bridge in Venice California where I met Rena Easton. I spotted our car a minute into West Side Story. Spielberg should found a museum.

Vincent Rosamond Rice

On this day in 1950, two Puerto Rican pro-independence militants, Oscar Collazo and Griselio Torresola, attempted to assassinate President Harry S. Truman. From 1948 to 1952, Truman and his family lived in Blair House, on the north side of Pennsylvania Avenue near the White House, while the executive mansion underwent extensive renovations.

At 2 p.m., the would-be assassins walked up to Blair House’s front steps and began shooting. Private Leslie Coffelt, a Secret Service uniformed officer, was mortally wounded but managed to return fire and kill Torresola.

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Mud Flats

Posted on June 10, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

After living in West Los Angeles for two years I became homesick for the Bay Area. In the summer of 64 I did a large painting, about, 40 X 60 inches. It was inspired by the duck hunting shacks in the mud flats to your right when you get on the Bay Bridge from Emeryville. When Bill and I were fourteen, we tried to get out to one of these shacks by throwing boards in front of us to keep us from sinking in the mud. We went about two hundred yards, when a big burly man appear on the deck of one shack, and with hands on his hips, growled;

“Now that your worked this hard to get here, you can go back the way you came.”

He was like the ghost of Wolf Larsen. We questioned him. He said these shack belonged to an old duck hunting club whose name escapes me.

In a little floating shack near shore we found a coffee can. We built a fire and boiled some muscles, and ate them. Bill said we must be prepared to survive as artists and poets, when we are forced to flee from our ancient enemies. His father was attending a function on the Oakland Army base, he a retired career officer. We took off, and were late getting back.

LA was so sterile, and new. So were the people. I missed the old wood, the tires captured in the mud. I saw them as works of art – before the Emeryville Mudflat Artists put on a wonderous show that lasted many years before the Bay Area became LA-botimized, sterilized, and monified.

Jon Presco

Commentary: Mudflat Sculpture:Art to Remember By DOROTHY BRYANT
Tuesday June 07, 2005
Reading the May 31 article and seeing the photo of driftwood/junk structures which might be removed if the Albany Bulb becomes part of the Eastshore State Park, I was taken back years and years to—does anyone remember?—the Mudflat Sculpture in the tidela nds beyond the Eastshore Freeway before it was expanded and “improved.”

At high tide much of it was underwater. But if you happened to be driving to San Francisco at low tide, you could see Don Quixote on his rearing horse, a prop plane ready to take off from what looked like a buoy, a huge hand rising from the swampy tidelands clutching at the setting sun—and dozens of other creations that appeared and disappeared, made from driftwood and trash and whatever people could manage to cart out there in defiance of “No Trespassing” signs.

At first it was just a goofy protuberance here and there (maybe Osha Neumann was involved in this too, I don’t remember, and after a while everyone claimed to have started it). Then whole art classes were wading out in the stinking sand (you know that smell when the tide goes out!), building and assembling things. I used to look forward to driving to The City, and, yes, we would slow down a bit to take in the latest whimsical creations in this ever changing display, which c heered us up in the most dire days when the Vietnam War dragged on and on and during the political lows that followed.

My friend of bygone days, Bill Jackson—sometime teacher, poet, electrician, photographer—took it upon himself to photograph the ever-shifting display of art. (I’m sure he wasn’t the only one, but he was the one I knew.) I still have one of his photos somewhere—of the huge drowning, clutching hand rising from the tidelands, photographed through a red filter at sunset. One day, sitting in the Med, when it was still the caffeine-crossroads of all kinds of Berkeley folks, he told me that he had sold huge enlargements of his photos to the City of Emeryville, to be hung on the walls of their little City Hall. “What they paid me is no more than what it’ll cost me to have such enlargements made, but, oh, hell . . .” He was very pleased at even this recognition. “You ought to go see them!”

I meant to, but . . . .

Then Bill’s health declined rapidly, we lost contact, and I’m sure he is long dece ased. The new freeway was built, mudflat sculpture torn out, access impossible. Funky old Emeryville became a slick, shiny mall. Everything changes. Okay.

A few months ago, I happened to be near the shiny new glass Emeryville City Hall. The little old bu ilding was still there, locked up. I went into the new building and asked if we could get into the old City Hall and look at the Bill Jackson Mudflat Sculpture photos. Blank looks. I asked a few people. They didn’t know what I was talking about. I explained, again and again, to different people. Finally, an older woman said, “Oh, yes, I remember those. They were taken down and put into a warehouse.” No, she didn’t know where. No, I couldn’t go to the warehouse to see them; no one had the time to find the warehouse, let me in, and search for them.

I hope that the people trying to save the art at Albany Bulb, can also start a campaign to hang those old Mudflat Sculpture photos somewhere. The thought of them jammed into that warehouse, lost, forgotten, is sad.

Dorothy Bryant is a Berkeley author.

Posted on August 13, 2015 by Royal Rosamond Press

William Carter Spann was the manager of the building I lived in on Shafter with Gloria Ehlers. Bill may be the foremost celebrity of the Bohemian enclave gathering momentum in Temescal, an area in Oakland next to Rockridge. There is a Friday Art Walk and neighborhood fair. I love the Temescal Alley.

The news tonight said President Carter has cancer. His nephew died of exposure. He was a homeless person suffering from AIDS. He called himself ‘The Bad Peanut’. The first time I paid my rent I asked him why he had peanut bags hanging on the wall with the name CARTER.

“My uncle is the Governor of Georgia, and we own peanut farms.”

Bill was not the first rebel of Temescal. Thelma Reid got caught up in a Love Cult. If she lived on 47th. she was in Temescal, where thanks to her, the birth of the Hippies can be traced.

“In 1927, 17-year-old Thelma Reid had just begun her first year of college at UC Berkeley. She was living on 45th street in Oakland’s Rockridge district with her family and did many of the typical things a college coed did—went to class, helped around the house and did her homework. She never expected her studies would spawn one of the biggest scandals in Rockridge history. But then again, it wasn’t ordinary homework.”

Sacred School of the Great White Brotherhood

Here is the house that was raided by Oakland Cops led by Earl Warren who authored a report of the assassination of President Kennedy. It is right on the cusp of Temsecal and Rockridge at 460 Forest. This is where it all began. Before there were Beats and Hippies in San Francisco, there was the Great White Brotherhood, and their Love Cult. Consider Mel Lyman and Charlie Manson. Then there is that Cornell crowd, Richard Farina and Thomas Pynchon. Let’s no leave out the ‘Last Bohemian’ Jiryl Zorthian and his daughters.

The building we lived in was torn down and replaced with these modern rentals. Carter got fired and moved across the street into a cottage in back of the old house on the left.

I met Gloria in SF and moved into her apartment on 51st. Street. (right) Michael Harkins has a speaker shop on 51st. (left)

I lived with Amber in a apartment in the building on the lower right. I caught her in bed with my friend Paul Drake, who played the Bad Peanut, Mick, in Sudden Impact. About twenty Oakland Cops showed up for that Love Scene. There was a big storm that night that blew over a big redwood that was in the driveway and came to rest on the building by Amber’s window who was going to the California College of Arts and Crafts. She took me to her poetry class. She wanted me to meet Michael McClure who I had already met thru Michael Harkins who took me to see his good friends play ‘The Beard’. Harkins was a good friend of Jim Morrison. Oliver Stone wanted my friend’s take.

I was a original Hippie and Amber was showing me off, she not wanting to be seen as a wanna-be and McLure groupie.  Did she know McClure was the wanna-be?  I went and saw him at the first Be In. Ginsberg was on stage. His poem ‘Howl’ was ruled obscene, and when Ferlenghetti published it, he got arrested.

In 1965 I lived on 51st and Miles with Sherry Souza who had Bill Arnold’s baby that Christine came by to see. Sherry was a friend and neighbor of Nancy Hamren  who works at the Kesey Creamery. Nancy got me on the bus with Ken Kesey. She had been Bill’s lover. Two blocks up Miles I lived with my wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen , who was married to Thomas Pymchon. Harkins lived on Shafter. My friend Bryan MacLean, who was in the rock group ‘Love’, played at our wedding. Mary Ann went to Cornell and was good friends of Richard and Mimi.

This is the scene that Bill Carter considered himself a part of. There is a good chance President Carter funded his nephew’s Bohemian lifestyle that Ronald Reagan and Ed Meese exploited in his rise to the White House. It was Reagan’s promise to right-wing voters to destroy the Pagan Cult of the Hippie Love Generation that led him to defeat Carter.  Reagan was also aided by Radical Iranian Terrorists who took hostages.  The Great Culture Wars, rage on!

Nancy Hamren Van Brasch

Gloria Ehlers and Jon Presco ‘Temescal Pioneers’. 1975

Jon Presco

Copyright 2015

http://insidescoopsf.sfgate.com/blog/2015/05/27/rosamunde-sausage-now-grilling-in-oaklands-temescal/

Best Art Murmur Offshoot” in the East Bay Express Readers’ Poll, Temescal First Friday takes place from 6-9 pm every first Friday of the month.

Galleries, cafes, bars, and retailers in Oakland’s Temescal district have teamed up to bring you art, music, food, drinks, and strolling the streets along Telegraph Avenue and in Temescal Alley and Alley 49.

Dance music, kids entertainment and mural unveiling this weekend at Temescal Street Fair

http://sf.funcheap.com/event-series/fridays-temescal-alley-art-walk-oakland/

An estimated 10-15,000 people are expected Sunday for the annual Temescal Street Fair on Telegraph Avenue.

The event runs from noon-6 p.m, and about 120 booths selling local crafts will be set up along Telegraph, between 45^th and 51^st Streets.

Two stages will be set up, the main at 51^st Street, featuring mostly dance bands, and kids’ entertainers will perform at a second stage at 47^th Street. Oakland apparel company Oaklandish will have its own stage, a wrestling ring, at 48^th Street.

The “Temescal Flows” mural, painted on the Highway 24 underpass at 52^nd Street, between Shattuck and Martin Luther King, Jr. Way, will be unveiled as well. Artist Alan Leon is scheduled to talk about the mural on the main stage during the afternoon.

“We’re celebrating all things Temescal,” organizer Karen Hester said.

The street fair was scheduled for June but was called off due to heavy rain. This is the first year it will take place in July.

http://www.roseannbathphoto.com/blog/enakedrose.com/2012/11/temescal-alley-oakland.html

http://archive.oaklandlocal.com/article/experience-north-oakland-temescal-street-fair-sunday-july-10.html

Recently, I’ve been thinking pretty seriously about moving closer to the middle of Temescal. Right now, I’m technically in Temescal (at least, according to some), but I’m many blocks and a freeway overpass away from 51st and Telegraph and all the great stuff in that area. But there was one reason that had been holding me back – no grocery store! Where I currently live, I can walk to four grocery stores – Whole Foods in Berkeley, Market Hall, Trader Joe’s, and Safeway on College. From 51st, I could still walk to the Safeway on Pleasant Valley, but there’s no way I could do the majority of my shopping there.

But just under a month ago, the Temescal Produce Market opened on Telegraph between 51st and 52nd, and I got a chance to stop in yesterday. It’s certainly not a full-scale grocery store, but they do have nearly all the staples (well, if you’re a vegetarian, and I am). There’s tons of produce, which would be great to augment anything not available at the farmer’s market, but I’m even more excited about their grocery selection, which is mostly organic. The store has a decent bulk foods section, dairy, baking goods (including a huge selection of spices), snacks, frozen food, and plenty more.

I just picked up some half and half because I had done my shopping the day before (but, oddly, Whole Foods was entirely out of organic half and half), but I plan to be back in the future, especially if I move further down Telegraph. For pedestrians, bicyclists, and transit riders, this is the perfect store to run to if you realize you’re missing an ingredient (or a few) or just don’t have time to trek down to one of the bigger stores.

If you’re in the neighborhood, stop by. Here’s some of what you’ll find:

Temescal Produce Market fills neighborhood grocery store gap

ROSAMUNDE NOW OPEN IN TEMESCAL Rosamunde has been selling sausages and craft beer out of its location in Old Oakland’s Swan’s Marketplace for a few years now. They opened their second East Bay location in Temescal over Memorial Day weekend. This new location, in the former Good Bellie’s café at 4659 Telegraph Ave., is the fifth for the the San Francisco-based restaurant. The Temescal location has the same food menu as at its Old Oakland location, including three varieties of vegan sausages and 14 varieties of beer on tap. Rosamunde Temescal will hold an official grand opening June 11, complete with $1 beer specials and an in-house DJ. Rosamunde Sausage Grill is at 4659 Telegraph Ave. (between 46th and 47th streets), Oakland. Connect with the restaurant on Facebook.

The Destruction of Pacifica

http://articles.latimes.com/1997-03-16/news/mn-38842_1_jimmy-carter/3

Jimmy Carter sent his nephew clothes, helped him find places to stay, paid for his methadone. When Carter was in the Bay Area, he’d track Willie down through a parole officer and arrange a visit. He also reached out to Drew, who lived with his mother. Carter always remembered his birthday.

In December, Jimmy Carter came to San Francisco and found Willie in the hospital, his face cut and bruised. He said he’d been beaten up while walking past a bar.

“He had all the nurses charmed,” Carter recalls. Carter asked if he needed money, and Willie took $20 for cab fare home.

On Dec. 16, after a record nine months of no violations, the California Department of Corrections finally discharged William Carter Spann from parole. He was 50.

Six weeks later, he stood in the predawn chill, trying to turn his jacket into a drink.

Francisco Noyola had gone inside the house for something to eat when he heard screaming outside.

“That man is dead!”

Noyola found a woman standing on the sidewalk, pointing at William through the chain-link fence. “He’s turning blue!”

Noyola’s head was pounding. “He’s just drunk,” he assured her. But when he went over and grabbed William’s wrist, he felt no pulse.

“He could have died on the street, but I didn’t let him lay down,” Noyola would say a few weeks later. “He had his last cigarette, his last drink. At least he died in somebody’s yard.”

The coroner notified Jimmy Carter. Since leaving office, he had negotiated peace in Haiti, brokered fair elections in Nicaragua, fought to eradicate the guinea worm from Africa. But he could not save his nephew from himself.

The autopsy found a toxic level of alcohol but no drugs. Drew’s mother had the body cremated and collected the ashes; even in death, the Bad Peanut did not go back to Plains.

On January 14, 1967, McClure read at the epochal Human Be-In event in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco and transcended his Beat label to become an important member of the 1960s Hippie counterculture. Barry Miles famously referred to McClure as “the Prince of the San Francisco Scene”.[3]

McClure would later court controversy as a playwright with his play The Beard. The play tells of a fictional encounter in the blue velvet of eternity between Billy the Kid and Jean Harlow and is a theatrical exploration of his “Meat Politics” theory, in which all human beings are “bags of meat.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_McClure

1927: Rockridge scandalized by pagan love cult

Rockridge is a residential neighborhood and commercial district in Oakland, California. Rockridge is generally defined as the area east of Telegraph Avenue, south of the Berkeley city limits, west of the Oakland hills and north of the intersection of Pleasant Valley Avenue/51st Street and Broadway. It is known for being one of the wealthiest areas of Oakland.[citation needed] Rockridge was listed by Money Magazine in 2002 as one of the “best places to live”.[1]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rockridge,_Oakland,_California

In 1927, 17-year-old Thelma Reid had just begun her first year of college at UC Berkeley. She was living on 45th street in Oakland’s Rockridge district with her family and did many of the typical things a college coed did—went to class, helped around the house and did her homework. She never expected her studies would spawn one of the biggest scandals in Rockridge history. But then again, it wasn’t ordinary homework.

The collection of poems that would eventually set into motion police raids, arrests and a full-blown media circus was assigned to Reid not by any of her UC Berkeley professors, but by a neighbor, Gertrude Wright. Wright’s home, a few blocks away from Reid’s at 468 Forest Street, served as the international headquarters for a mystical society—called the “Great White Brotherhood”—that blended aspects of Eastern religion with notions of Christian love, racial harmony and communing with God through sexual acts. Reid had been attending one of Wright’s “Sacred Schools”—classes where Wright delivered her unconventional teachings and handed out writings advocating “sacred phallic laws” and “mystical marriages” in which both parties had absolute freedom to explore love in all its exotic forms. Reid’s mother discovered the poems in the family’s home, and referred them to the Oakland Police Department.

But it wasn’t until another mother, Margaret Merwin, concerned about her 18-year-old daughter Caroline, who was also attending brotherhood classes, went to the police that then-District Attorney Earl Warren decided to take action. Warren sent OPD officers to 468 Forest Street and what they found there sent a shockwave through the sleepy Rockridge community for months to come.

In Wright’s home, a full-fledged, old-fashioned pagan society had taken root. According to police records, the raid found an “effigy of a woman with a sword piercing her heart, incoherent messages, cards bearing linked names of males and females and other equally weird evidence.” The Rockridge bungalow had become headquarters for the brotherhood that also had branches in San Francisco, San Jose, Portland and Chicago. Members of the Rockridge society included city council members, schoolteachers and businessmen. Cult founder and high priestess Wright was taken into police custody, along with her disciple Irma Gibbs and three others, on charges of encouraging delinquency.

The media went to town. The brotherhood was dubbed a “love cult” by newspapers around the Bay Area, which painted Rockridge as the epicenter of sexual perversion. Articles spawned sensational tales of paganism and decadence. LA Times columnist Harry Carr had this to say about Reid and Merwin:

“The attempt to paint these girls—and their beef-fed sheiks—as innocent, wide-eyed victims of a freak religion is enough to make anybody laugh. Girls of this day and age are wise guys. And any one of them knows that a so-called religious cult that involves being ‘initiated’ in the presence of men with most of their clothes off is merely an excuse for a debauch.”

The only sympathetic voice at the time belonged to Oakland Tribune reporter Nancy Barr Mavity. “Whether the web in which [Wright] is intangled is one of wheels within wheels of enmity on the part of deserters from the order,” wrote Mavity, “Or whether she is the priestess of views not favored in Western society, she remains the romantic lady in a world where a white stucco bungalow easily becomes a temple.”

In May of 1927, one of the arrested society members, Russel Alley, was tried before a jury, and found guilty of contributing to the delinquency of minors. Unconvinced they could receive a fair trial, Wright and Gibbs jumped bail and disappeared across the border to Mexico. For two years there was no sign of either of them, until Wright sent an emissary back to Alameda County to negotiate her return to Oakland in 1929. Local authorities refused her permission to return, and Wright was never heard from again. Whether she was a pagan cult priestess or just a “romantic lady,” in the end she went down in history as a fugitive from justice.

Dagmar’s Acid and Crash Pad

Posted on November 21, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

If you were looking to drop some acid, you went to Dagmar’s on Telegraph. If you wanted a place to crash, throw you bag on Dagmar’s floor. Her door was always open. There were three shifts of Trippers. We were ‘Trailblazers’. The year is 1965-66.

Dagmar was married to Brian Purvis, Keith’s brother, who is seen on this canal bridge in Venice with his buddies. From the left: Me, Peter Shapiro, Tim O’Connor, Susie, Keith.

I rented the bottom floor of this house in Alameda in 1971 and lived with Peter and Tim.

Death In Venice

Posted on August 5, 2013by Royal Rosamond Press

One evening we talked about the crazy raid of the Berkeley Cops. They broke down doors and rushed in with vacuum cleaners. If they found a pot seed in their bag, it was used in court to bust your ass off to San Quintin. Would the Oakland Cops follow suit?

Country Joe lived a block away on Telegraph (red tile awning) and held a open appartment for Trippy Hippies. We smoked pot with him. When Janis Joplin stopped by, Joe put her in the back of his pickup and drove her up Telegraph, her ostrich feathers flowing after her. I got to see that. I also got to see a big bag of Acid put in a suitcase at the appartment on Claremont where I lived with Keith and James. My art patron made Acid with his childhood friend, Tim Skully.

“This is going to the Beatles!”

According to the Holy and Sane Nurse Ratched Squad, their Killer Jesus will wipe out all this history, and all of the world’s history. Only Humble Emperor Jesus’ history will be allowed. When you turn on the news in heaven, you will only hear Jesus’ opinions. This is why I am convinced our President will not be going to heaven. Huffington News just said Mad Trump is a Accessory to Murder. He is telling the world he has formed a Rich Man Cult. I am reminded of the movie 2012. They got their arks ready to go. This is what you get for thinking Trump is the Messiah.

“So long – suckers!”

Bellow is a photo of Donald selling space on his Ark to the Crown Prince. I declare the Commander in Chief of the United States of America – A DESERTER!

Down the street from Joe’s was a Safeway that was open 24 hours. We tripped in there, with other strange Trailblazers floating down the isles looking for munchies, or, hallucinating on the packaging, we not able to grasp the idea that we are – Food Eaters.

Sure we thought Jesus was just like us! The Kimites were pleased to know they bagged a Real Hippie – for Jesus, and were divvying up their 300 Sanity Points, when they realized they bagged Mr. Big! Now, their mind is blown, seeing they got ten zillion Sanity Points. They are online talking with other Jesus Freaks about a possible Pre-Rapture, a early liftoff! Super Sane Jesus is checking them out.

Wave to the computer camera! Say – cheese!

I declare Thelma Reid the forerunner of the Hippy.

John Presco

Copyright 2018

Robert Miles – Vietnam Vet

Posted on November 11, 2011by Royal Rosamond Press

Robert W. Miles is my father-in-law. He is five months younger then me. He met my mother in a bar in Reseda California, and then, left for Vietnam. He told Rosemary if he survived, he would marry her. I do not know the date of their marriage.

At my wedding reception, Robert got into a discussion with Tim O’Connor, the son of a famous actor of the same name. He told Tim about the horrific things he and his platoon did to produce a body-count, they coming to understand that is why they are there for, and that was what was expected of them. Robert was very volatile, and suffered from PTSD. My wife was friends of the Mimi Baez, Joan’s sister. I was very anti-war.

BEAF

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/opinion-trump-khashoggi-mbs_us_5bf46ff2e4b0eb6d930915db

Here is where I had my second Acid Freak-out! I saw the FBI and CIA climbing this telephone pole to spy on us. They attached a coiled wire with jack and sent it towards my bellybutton. They wanted to get plugged in to our Cosmic Truths.

McDonald has noted that his ex-girlfriend at the time, Janis Joplin, showed much anger for breaking up with her to be with Menken but asked him to write a song about her; the result was “Janis”.^[7][16]

McDonald has four other children, Devin (b. 1976) and Tara (b. 1980) from his marriage to Janice Taylor, and Emily (b. 1988) and Ryan (b. 1991) from his marriage to Kathy Wright.^[12]

As of 2012, McDonald still lived in Berkeley, California.^[17]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Country_Joe_McDonald

More Hypnotic Eye

Lucky Victor’s

The Japanese Sword & Love Exchange

War Against Artists and Hollywood

Broadway’s Dead End Rap Kids

The Monkey Block and Queen Calafia

The Bad Peanut of Temescal

Sacred School of the Great White Brotherhood

Posted on August 12, 2015by Royal Rosamond Press

Last night I discovered the opening shot of the trillion dollar war against members of a Pagan Cult that led to the imprisoning of mullions, many of them white hippies, beats, and Bohemians. This war began when Alemeda District Attroney, Earl Warrne instructed Oakland Cops to raid a house on Forest Street. As fate would have it, this house is around the corner from a duplex on Claremont where I saw members of the Brotherhood of Eternal prepare a suitcase of LSD for tripsters in England. I heard a rumor the Beatles were customers.  Earl Warren, Ed Meese, Frank Coakley, and Ronald Reagan, conducted a modern day Witch Hunt against Paganism. This was not a war against drugs. This is a Conservative Christian Crusade that the Religious-right has been conducting since 1927. And who is King Ben of the House of David? Is this what Dan Brown was eluding to?

http://www.lashtal.com/scanac/1927-Nov-27.pdf

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_David_(commune)

With the demonstration of ‘Black Lives Matter’ against the radical socialists, Bernie Sanders, this history is now very pertinent, because in the 60s ‘White Bohemian Lives Matter” in the fight against racism and oppression. These articles establish a historic culture that is not confined to the Flower Children, and thus deserves all the respect other cultures enjoy. There were no drugs involved. Moral Cops and Prigs were riding around in cop cars armed to the teeth. ISIS are Moral Cops who will cut off your hand if you are caught smoking a cigarette. Do the they gouge out the eyes of the people they oppress for reading a Western Poem? The goal was to destroys these young people’s lives as an example to other young people. One youth appears to have been sent to a orphanage.

1927: Rockridge scandalized by pagan love cult

http://www.1947project.com/a-most-quotpernicious-revolting-nefarious-and-immoralquot-love-cult#.VcuhapDJA5s 

Above is Glenview Elementary School where all four Presco children attended.  Below is the home we lived in on San Sebastian. There are pics of Corpus Christi Church and Leimert Bridge. There are archways that lead to Piedmont, and the empty lot we played in. Here are the homes of my friends, and my enemies. Here is where I found my bliss.

Jon Presco

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The Bad Peanut of Temescal

Posted on August 13, 2015by Royal Rosamond Press

The Sol Warriors

Posted on August 13, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press

Sol Yurick passed away. I and my ex-wife, along with my step-daughter, stayed at Sol’s house when we went back east to pick up the Thunderbird. We talked for hours about his books, and, the real Cultural Warfare that was going down. I really liked this man.

Conventional armies are powerless against highly loyal and specialized gangs. America’s Rebel Army was this. The British did not stand a chance.

Jon

The American novelist Sol Yurick, who has died aged 87, was too radical, too extreme and too violent for the respectable literary establishment of New York, yet no writer more fully embodied the city’s anguished spirit in the 1960s. His novels The Warriors (1965), Fertig (1966) and The Bag (1968) constitute a trilogy of vibrant energy, biting satire and high, though irreverent, artistic seriousness.

The Warriors, a tale of gangs and street violence, was rejected by 27 publishers before it finally appeared. With its carefully crafted parallels with Xenophon’s Anabasis, it was more literary than Hubert Selby Jr’s Last Exit to Brooklyn (1964), but shared its gritty feel for the city’s underclass. In 1979 it was made into a stylish film by Walter Hill. Vincent Canby in the New York Times considered the film “a mish-mash of romantic cliches, moods and visual effects”.

“I Am A Living Museum”

Posted on June 28, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press

On the train home from Vancouver British Columbian, I told a beautiful woman from Bristol England;

“I am a living museum!”

http://www.museumofvancouver.ca/exhibitions/exhibit/1960s-1970s-you-say-you-want-revolution

This declaration occurred just after we pulled out of the Amtrak station and after we crossed a river with three bridges. Tracy had sat down next to me at the small table in the Bistro car. We consumed our food in a unconformortalbe silence. We were strangers on a train.

An hour later, you could not shut us up. We were seated in separate cars next to someone. We fled to any empty car where the conductor sat alone at a table working on his papers. I begged him to let us sit in this car and chat because we just met. He gave us twenty minutes. An hour later we are seated at a table in the lounge car we alas found. I compare our conversation with one of my favorite movies ‘My Dinner With Andre’, but this is;

“My Breakfast With Tracy.”

We come out of long tunnel and two eagles have been startled by the train and swoop down over the water the train runs along.

“Look Tracy. Eagles!”
“Are those The Eagles?” This British Subjects asks.
“Yes! I exclaim, knowing they have blessed the Vision quest we have been on. “They are American Bald Eagles, the one you see on American passports.”
I take out my passport and show it to Tracy who let’s out a knowing laugh, we just having crossed the border and were not happy with the posturing and bullying that had gone thru.
Then, this question was put to me;
“Are these eagles quite common?”
Tracy was asking if we would be seeing many of these great birds from now on, now that we were in their land. All of a sudden I had a vision of an America plagued by an over abundance of Bald Eagles. They were more numerous than the pigeons in Rome. They were everywhere, fighting with seagulls for a morsel of garbage. Outside McDonalds there are signs that say;
‘PLEASE DON’T FEED THE EAGLES’
You see, folks were getting ther jollies by throwing French-fries in the air just to see the eagles swoop down and catch them in their sharp talons made for catching fish. But, those were the good ol days. These fries have turned our National Bird into a feathered pig, who didn’t bother to soar high into the air anymore, but waddled toward the outdoor diners who emptied whole bags of fries on the sidewalk when they squawked. Some took little kicks at them, which was against the law. When the cops were called in to stop these feeding frenzies, Americans would rise up and riot. They would go thru the downtown looting and burning, they shouting and screaming;
“No one can tell us to stop feeding our national symbol of democracy. No one!”

I looked at Tracy who was waiting for her answer. She was sincerely puzzled. She truly wondered if many eagles would be seen now that we were in the Land of the Free. There was only one other explanation.
“That was a very rare sight. We have been blessed, our quest. Those eagles are us…..The Last Messengers of the Final Transformation.”

Tracy is a black musician whose ancestors come from Jamaica. For the next two hours I explain the Southern Strategy and the agenda of the Evangelical Neo-Confederates. I tell her about the utterance of Lindsey Graham and the ranting of Rick Perry the secessionist governor of Texas. This morning, both men are on the news, news that was being made as Tracy and I spoke. Perry was telling woman what to do with their bodies at a Right to Life rally, and is assuring Latinos immigration is a wonderful thing as the Evangelical Congress prepares to shoot down the bill the Senate passed yesterday. Illegal aliens crossing our southern border is our national plague, and should be shut out, say some. So called Christian law makers are screeching;

“DON’T FEED THE MEXICANS!”

The Mexican flag contains an image of a Eagle swooping down to capture a snake.

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https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/ford/

At the Vancouver Museum, I came into a room that contained a 1956 Ford Farilane. I am amazed, and am telling this older couple I used to own a 1957 Fairlane. I tell them about the Ford truck at the Portland Historic Society. I am tell them I own the mate to this truck, and, I am one of the original hippies, if not the last hippie.

This couple are spellbound. They are ten years older then me, and agree this exhibit is of my era. I pose for a picture. I put on my Barret, smile, and give them a authentic peace sign – from the source! I was yet to see the three rooms they had just seen. When I entered the first one, I felt electricity running all over this surface of my body. It was a replica of a Hippie Bedroom, a woman’s bedroom. There were Bohemian clothes in the closet. There was an altar with a cushion to kneel on. I did not see the deity, but saw the candles and the incense. My Muse came to mind. Was this Rena’s first bedroom, her hippie nest she made for herself in Lincoln Nebraska afer we parted ways.

There were two more rooms with hippie memorabilia. One contained a Light Show box. One could conduct their own light show, but it was not plubgged in.

“Turn on. Tune in! And drop out!”

All of a sudden I realized I was the Real Thing, the Living Hippie come home alas. These were my things, in my home, in the House of the Three Muses. I belonged here. Here was my……………..”Sanctuary!” Here I could bring home Rena whom I rescued in LA. I saved her and brought her to a mountain top where perched like eagles we behild the sea far below.

My philosophy. My way of life. My vision of beauty and a new world had been exported to a foreign land where it took root and found a permanent home. Meanwhile, back in the state, I am hounded, questioned, put in a jar – and poked like a bug!

“A prophet is not known in his own land.”

Why is Vancouver, if not Canada, such a liberal country I now wondered. The answer came just now.

“People who love Victor Hugo find a home here – the French!”

I chose to come to Canada rather than fly to France!

The Photos

I was called Aqua Lungs after I developed a love for beer. That is me in front of 1939 Ford panel truck. This was taken by my roommate, Peter Shapiro of the Loading Zone and Marbles. We lived in a Victorian with the rest of the band before this, along with Tim O’Connor who wrote ‘The Hippies Were Right” in Amsterdam.
I am getting of the Amtrak train in Eugene as ‘Oakland Jonny’. to get sober. I was living in a Victorian water tower and was under the protection of a crack gang whom I knew when they were children.
I am standing with my uncle and brother with a cast on my hand. Vinnie and June would give me their Ford Fairlane that is parked at the curb.

Jon Presco

http://www.museumofvancouver.ca/programs/blog/tags/hippies

http://www.museumofvancouver.ca/exhibitions/exhibit/1960s-1970s-you-say-you-want-revolution

A museum is an institution that cares for (conserves) a collection of artifacts and other objects of scientific, artistic, cultural, or historical importance and makes them available for public viewing through exhibits that may be permanent or temporary.[1] Most large museums are located in major cities throughout the world and more local ones exist in smaller cities, towns and even the countryside. The continuing acceleration in the digitization of information, combined with the increasing capacity of digital information storage, is causing the traditional model of museums (i.e. as static “collections of collections” of three-dimensional specimens and artifacts) to expand to include virtual exhibits and high-resolution images of their collections for perusal, study, and exploration from any place with Internet.

The English “museum” comes from the Latin word, and is pluralized as “museums” (or rarely, “musea”). It is originally from the Greek Μουσεῖον (Mouseion), which denotes a place or temple dedicated to the Muses (the patron divinities in Greek mythology of the arts), and hence a building set apart for study and the arts,[3] especially the Musaeum (institute) for philosophy and research at Alexandria by Ptolemy I Soter about 280 BCE.[4] The first museum/library is considered to be the one of Plato in Athens.

Young people searching for an alternative way of life made Vancouver the hippie capital of Canada. Kitsilano, at the time a neighbourhood with cheap housing, became home to Vancouver’s radical youth. The 1960s and 1970s were a time of contention as the city grew in to itself and now internationally known “radical” groups like Greenpeace started right here on home turf. Groove on Vancouver, the cool city on the coast.

Visit the hippies’ communal house, try on macramé finery, and listen to great Vancouver bands from the late 1960s.
Look for your mom or dad, or yourself, in swinging footage of the Stanley Park Be-In.
Follow the action as Vancouverites – both hippie and straight – fought the freeway, saved their neighbourhoods, and changed the way city planning is done.

Post-riot therapy. Scout lists 101 awesome things about Vancouver. Glad to see we (and this blog) made the list!
Riot. An independent review of the police response to the riot is underway. The Vancouver Police Department has released a fact sheet.
The backlash continues. Employers of outed rioters are facing boycotts and negative press and in some cases are letting those employees go. Blenz has launched the first major lawsuit against as yet unnamed rioters.
The backlash highlights lines of cultural divide and prejudice between the city and suburbs. A lot of the blame for the riot has been leveled at the suburbs, but many suburbanites are disputing th
There is growing concern that some riot photos submitted to police have been photoshopped, and it’s likely that this will be a popular defence in court.
Rebranding. In light of recent marketing campaigns by Vancouver and Calgary, how does a city go about changing it’s image?
Gentrification. The Dependent looks at some of the people walking the fine line between gentrification and revitalization in Gastown and the Downtown East Side.
Language. There is now a dictionary for the Squamish language.
Local food. Turning a new page in the local food movement, the City of Vancouver funds a project to encourage people to replace their lawns with wheat.
Summer of our discontent. Past Tense remembers Vancouver’s Yippie civil unrest.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Loading_Zone

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Marbles_(quartet)

Gloria Ehlers

Here is the best woman I ever loved, because she loved me, completely. Bad! Bad Gloria! She was so bad! She was the best. She came from Wisconsin with a banjo on her knee. She could sew up a storm, and paint a grand landscape of a bull elk standing by a blue, blue, river with snow-capped mountains in the background. Her lover was one half of the White Panthers, and brother and sister legal team that worked hard to get the Back Panthers our of jail. She blew into Berkeley in 1970 at the beginning of the Woman’s movement. She had carte blanche and wrote her own ticket.

Gloria went to the University of Wisconsin in hope of being a famous woman artist. The moment my sick, sick father lay eyes on her, he had to have her! She was pure Teuton. She reeked of a superior race – and woman! She was Captain Vic’s Betty Lou, the homespun girl of Roseville that my father should have married. Instead he married Rosemary – for her secretarial skills. My father was – nuts! So was my mother, the Executive Secretary by day, Porno Star for the Mob – at night Point a camera at her, and she the Supreme Party Animal. She got it on with Hollywood Perverts at the Beverley Hills Hotel. Her children were Judgmental Prigs – in her Cocktail Mine! Her favorite T.V. Show was Gunsmoke. She had a thing for Miss Kitting. She understood.

I’m so sorry Gloria that we did not wed. ButI was afraid what they would have done to if you got too close….to them! My folks spring from Scowtown People that gathered near and under the Cauquenes Bridge and got drunk and laid at The Artist’s Tea House. Have you read John Steinbeck? You don’t want to end up like those folks, those good for nothings that hung out in Canary Row? You don’t want to be a bum. You come from such a good home!

Did I tell you Gloria could sing just like Bessie Smith? We used to go the Alley Cat Bar on Grand Avenue in Oakland. It was parallel to Oscar’s Bar and Grill over on Lakeshore. My girl was one of Ron Dibble’s favorites. We gathered round the giant grand piano and watched Gloria prove white folks got soul. It can’t get badder than this – but it did! Gloria and I took over two bars on Piedmont Avenue – and shut them down!

The Canteen was a senior bar for old Piedmontese.  A year later we got biker gangs and San Francisco Bar Flies pushing throught the crowd to get a drink. Out is the Wells Fargo parking lot, is the Saturday Night Drug Market. Pot smoke fills the air. Another fight breaks out, and ten squad cars full of Oakland Cops roll up. We can’t be controlled. Chicks on the back of hogs are mouthing Bruce Springsteen hit. We are going insane with all the cocaine!

Taylor’s Bar & Grill lost it’s liquor license yesterday. Yeah I drank in there as the reinvented – me! My drinking had gotten out of hand. I was trying to put my black-outs behind me.  I wanted to be the mild-mannered, soft-spoken Hippies I used to be – and still be able to drink like a fish! I have thirty-three years of being clean and sober.

Bernie just won, and is promising the legalization of marijuana, and wiping the slate clean for those who have a record for the use, of.

I am grateful to be alive – today! My famous sister just painted beautiful women. I made love to them!

Gloria

 

I designed the dress

she wore

to Rosamond’s wedding

I planted a garden

and cooked our meals

after she left me

for Frank the bartender

I beat him

on the softball field

I hit to the fence

and ran with all my might

as my ex-Scowtown Tramp

shouted

Ain’t there nothing

you can’t do?

 

Go Oakland Johnny

Go!

Run with all your might

cuz

you got bad-ass roots

in your Rosie garden

and ain’t nothing going

to come of you.

 

John Presco

Copyright 2020

To be continued.

Victor Hugo – Last Bohemian

https://kval.com/news/local/olcc-all-alcohol-must-be-removed-from-taylors-bar-grill-by-7-am-tuesday

EUGENE, Ore. – The Oregon Liquor Control Commission has cancelled the liquor license for Taylor’s Bar & Grill, a popular bar located just west of the University of Oregon campus.

The full commission held a contested case hearing on an opinion not to renew the license issued by OLCC staff.

“Commissioners voted to have its Full On-Premises sales license cancelled due to a history of serious and persistent problems,” the OLCC said in a statement.

According to the Oregon Liquor Control Commission, Taylor’s Bar and Grill has had 29 violations in the past 14 months under its new owner.

“What makes up the 29 is kind of a variety of different violations,” Matthew VanSickle with the OLCC says. “Drugging is certainly a component in there, unfortunately. But also there is a number of physical altercations. You know, people ending up with broken bones, missing teeth, things like that which are, you know, just not acceptable.”

https://www.thealleyoakland.com/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Alley

 

My Girlfriend – Gloria Ehlers

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Why I Am A Living Museum

Posted on June 29, 2013 by Royal Rosamond Press

In this prophetic post on June 11, I turn myself into a art-piece. I am an exhibit in the Portland Museum. I would later go to the Portland Historic society nearby and discover my blue Ford truck. There is no doubt in my mind I can see the future. My Muse takes me there. She leads the way.

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/john-at-the-museum/

This morning while googling Jack London Square I found a statue of a woman and an eagle. It stands near the place I brought my father and his business partner, Ernie, to show them my vision. It was the summer of 1965. Keith and I were living in San Francisco with Nancy and Carrol. We partied with two members of the Jefferson Airplane when their lovers, two Swedish Airline Stewardesses, were in town. They had an apartment down the hall from us on Pine Street.

My father had a produce market in a old Victorian Warehouse on Webster and 4th. Street. My brother and I were Lumpers at eight and nine years of age. We got up at 4:00 A.M. in the morning, and often did not get home till 6:00 P.M. If Vic stopped to have a drink at Oscar’s Bar and Grill on Lakeshore – while we waited in the truck – we wouldn’t get home till 9:00 P.M. We were paid a dollar a day.

I showed Vic and Ernie the huge empty field next to the Estuary, a body of water between Oakland and the island of Alameda. I would come here and watch the hawks and jack rabbits. I told Vic this could be the Venice of the West. No one comes down here. I saw shops, boutiques, restaurants, art galleries, ect. ect.

“This place could be a mecca for the arts!”

My idea went over like a lead balloon. I believe I heard my father chuckle.

Above are photos and paintings of ‘Old Oakland’. I helped restore the Victorian building on 9th. and Broadway that used to be a hotel. I and members of Walter Dallas’ acting troupe, removed the evil green paint that covered very ornate fireplace mantles found in every room. I was made General Manager of the upstairs Art Association by Rosalie Ritz, an artist who did the illustrations for the Huey Newton Trial.

The Hippies of Vancouver are given credit for saving Old Vancouver, and thus their history is found in the Vancouver Museum. The restored Victorians on Broadway frame a produce market held in the streets. Jack London square is the mecca for Oakland’s culture. We artists and actors worked alongside Oakland Redevelopment.

I lived in a commune in Roxbury, and took part in a food conspiracy with the Lyman Family. I met Jessie Benton in one of the kitchens. She is the daughter of the famous artist, Thomas Hart Benton, who is kin to my late brother-in-law, Garth Benton ect.ect.

I told Tracy my blog ‘The Bohemian Democratic Register’ had been sabotaged by one of my enemies. A virus was put in it, and it was taken down. When I got off the train, I had a vision – come true! I beheld my Muse, Rena Christiansen – in spirit! I have compared Rena to an American Eagle. She had a very pronounced nosed. She has the eyes of a raptor. She is a Phoenix rising from the fire. I have found the end of my story ‘Capturing Beauty’.

Rena had married a Commador, had two young children, and was living on the Isle of Wight. This information came from the Univeristy of Nebraska alumni who had tracked her down. Rena had gold eyes. I suspect she had Native American blood on her mother’s side. Her father was a blonde Swede. There is evidence she is not alive, and her spirit lives on. I told a friend I found her, and she will come alive in the last chapter of my book ‘Don’t Feed The Eagles’.

I will do my best to restore my lost blog that I posted here and there.

Jon Presco

http://www.cheemahproject.org/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/04/10/oakland-1968/

The primary elements of the statue are a compassionate, dignified woman with a beautiful torch adorned with earth medallions, a ring of colors representing all the people of the world, and a magnificient soaring golden eagle in full flight. Throughout time, in cultures worldwide, the eagle has represented the sun with its far reaching wings that touch us all like the rays of the sun. The composition and overall image of the sculpture convey strength and victory; not the victory that comes with overpowering others, but rather the victory of seeking a unified positive future. The aim of this monument is to uplift people and ennoble the heart and mind.

Rosalie Ritz (August 6, 1923 – April 18, 2008),[1] born Rosalie Jane Mislove in Racine, Wisconsin, was an award-winning journalist and courtroom artist who covered major United States trials in the 1960s through the 1990s. She worked with both CBS and Associated Press, and was presented with the Associated Press Award for Excellence in 1972.

The seventh of ten children, Ritz showed artistic talent at an early age. She attended the Layton School of Art, married World War II navy veteran and athlete, Erwin Ritz in 1946 and is the mother of four children: Barbara Bray, Sandra Ritz, Terry Leach and The Environmentalist Publisher and Managing Editor, Janet Ritz.
Early career [edit]
After her marriage to Erwin Ritz in 1946, Ritz moved from Milwaukee, WI where she grew up to Washington DC. There, she worked with a group of artists in Georgetown. During this time, several of Ritz’s selected works (oil paintings) won places in national juried shows at the Corcoran Gallery of Art, the Smithsonian, and received an honorable mention at the Flower Gallery.
It was during these years in Washington DC, that Ritz first covered US Senate and US Congressional hearings, including the McCarthy Hearings, where cameras were barred. Ritz worked under contract for the Washington Post, CBS, Public TV, and the Associated Press. Selected drawings appeared in the Washington Post from these hearings.
Courtroom Art [edit]
In 1966, at the height of the Haight Ashbury counter-culture era, Ritz moved with her family to the San Francisco Bay Area. Ritz’s sketches of the street scenes were published in the City Magazine and the San Francisco Examiner. Her work in Washington DC brought her to the attention of the local public television station KQED. From there, she began a career covering trials for the local CBS outlet, (KPIX) and for the Associated Press. This included the Patty Hearst trial, the Sirhan Sirhan trial, the Charles Manson trial, the trials of the Black Panthers, including Huey Newton, Eldridge Cleaver and David Hilliard, the trials of Angela Davis and Ruchell Magee, and the trials of the Soledad Brothers, the San Quentin Six, Mass Murderer Juan Corona, John Linley Frazier, the Presidio Mutiny Court-Martial at Fort Ord, the Billy Dean Smith Court-Martial, Inez Garcia (second trial), Bill and Emily Harris (Symbionese Liberation Army), Russell Little and Joseph Remiro (Murder of Marcus Foster/Symbionese Liberation Army), Wendy Yoshimura, Camarillo State Hospital Grand Jury Hearings, the Hell’s Angels, Alioto-Look Magazine Libel Trial, Alioto Conflict of Interest Trial, the Bonanno Brothers, Stephanie Kline, Larry Layton, Dan White, San Francisco Proposition Hearings, Sara Jane Moore, and Daniel Ellsberg and Anthony Russo/Pentagon Papers.[2]
While covering these trials, Ritz worked alongside several renowned journalists, including legendary New York Daily News reporter Theo Wilson, Associated Press senior trial reporter and special correspondent, Linda Deutsch, and Associated Press chief United Nations correspondent, Edie Lederer.
Ritz continued to cover trials through the early 1980s. Then, in the 1990s, the Associated Press brought Ritz out of retirement to cover the O.J. Simpson civil trial.
Shows and Exhibitions [edit]
Early in Ritz’s career, selected works (oil paintings) went on display at national juried shows at Corcoran Gallery of Art and at the Smithsonian.
During her years as a Courtroom Artist, Ritz’s sketches appeared in numerous publications, including the Washington Post and various Associated Press affiliates. Ritz’s sketches were also used on CBS news broadcasts and other media outlets.
In 1993, Ritz donated 1,837 courtroom drawings to the UC Berkeley Bancroft Library. Guide to Rosalie Ritz’s courtroom drawings 1968-1982 – Online Archive of California
In 2005, the UC Berkeley Art Museum held an exposition of Ritz’s sketches.
Later that year, the California Senate followed up with an exposition of Ritz’s selected works.
Death [edit]
Rosalie Ritz died in California on April 18, 2008, nine months after the passing of her husband of 61 years, Erwin Ritz. She is survived by four children, five grandchildren and one great-granddaughter.[3]

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/05/21/the-keepers-and-destroyers-of-history/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/07/18/national-treasures/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/06/06/oaklands-imperial-marines/

Above is a photo of the 13th. Street Four crossing a bridge in Venice California. From left to right is: Keith Pruvis, Tim O’Connor, Peter Shapiro, and, Jon Greg Presco. In the foreground in Tim’s girlfriend whose father was a famous Hollywood agent and good friend of Lee Marvin and Marlon Brando who were at her home quite alot. Tim’s father was a famous actor of the same name.
In 1968, The Four lived in a large Victorian house on 13th. street near downtown Oakland. James Taylor, Keith and I, moved into this incredible house two weeks after my fall at McClure’s Beach. James invited the rock band ‘The Loading Zone’ to come live with us. As ‘The Marbles’ they played at the first Trips Festival at Longshoremen’s Hall in 1966.
I was given a bedroom next to the sound room. It had a beautiful carved mantel. I was the artist in residence. When the Zone came home from a gig at the Filmore they would bring home members of famous bands who wanted to see the quintessential hippie scene that had made the San Francisco bay area famous all over the world. I would get a knock on my door and some band member wanted to come in and take a peek. One young man asked if he could watch me paint. There was a fire in the hearth. I worked late at night on large canvases provided by my patron and benefactor, Bob H. who grew up with Tim Scully, and was a good friend of Owsley, he helping him build the sound system for the Grateful Dead. Bob’s brother, Tim H. was a member of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, and sold LSD in Europe. Bob had worked at the Livermore Lab when he was sixteen. He was a young genius who bid me to paint again after my fall.
One day Larry Sidel came into my room in the attic, and was surprised to find me there. Larry is the father of Shannon Rosamond who inherited her famous mother’s artistic legacy that was destroyed by un-creative members of my family who wanted to go forward without my history that was symbiotic with Christine’s history, that is the subject of a show coming to the Oakland Museum, titled 1968. This show is touring America.
Bill Arnold and I used to got to the original Oakland Art Museum that was located in a small room in the Oakland Auditorium. had a Bohemian scene going on with our thirteen year old peers down by Lake Merrit. Nancy Hamren was Bill’s lover off and on for a couple of years. Nancy was the first girl I every kissed. We ended up living in a famous commune in San Francisco. Christine moved in, and went on a double date with Nick Sands, Nacny, and Owsely. Denny Dent was a part of the Oakland Scene that in many respect was mor dynamic then what was going on in SF. Two of our close friends in Oakland were members of SLA and were questioned by the FBI about the Patty Hurst kidnapping.
In 1968 my father-in-law, Robert Miles, was in Vietnam. Eldridge Cleaver of the Black Panthers helped find Marilyn’slost sister in France. I was general manger of the upstairs Art Association that was located in Victorian offices on Broadway in Old Oakland. The President, Rosalie Ritz, did illustrations for Panther trials. A mutual friend, Bruce Perlowin, is coming out with a movie about his life, he the ‘King of Pot’.
My friend Michael introduce me to his good friend Michael McClure who taught at the California College of Arts and Crafts in Oakland. They were good friend of Jim Morrison. I just found a book of Jim’s poems.
I am still in touch with Tim and Peter, and Chris Wandel, who was a lover to three of the four. She lives in the Grenwhich Village and was close with Buzzy Lindhart who moved to Oakland where my ancestors had a farm in Fruit Vale. Add to all this the East Coast scene of my kindred Mel Lyman and Jessie Benton, then you could say we got it covered.
In the Victorian on 13th. was a room we could not enter that was reserved for the elderly owner who was back east being taken care of by her sister. She lived in the Victorian by herself, in a all black neighborhood. This room was part of the tour, it suspended in time, there little old lady things set out, waiting for her return, that never happened. Great expectations!
The Zone played with The Who at the Filmore. The Who sang’My Generation’ at Woodstock.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gastown

In the 1960s, citizens became concerned with preserving Gastown’s distinctive and historic architecture, which like the nearby Chinatown and Strathcona were scheduled to be demolished to build a major freeway into the city’s downtown. A campaign led by businessmen and property owners as well as the counterculture and associated political protestors, pressured the provincial government to declare the area a historical site in 1971, protecting its heritage buildings to this day. A riot between the hippies and the police in 1971 over marijuana has gone into legend, the incident now made public on the Woodwards building, a throw-back to the more serious Post office riot of 1938.
The Gastown was designated a National Historic Site of Canada in 2009.[3]
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http://www.michaeldecourcy.com/hippie/

Old Oakland is a historic district in downtown Oakland, California. The area is located on the northwest side of Broadway, between the City Center complex and the Jack London Square district, and across Broadway from Chinatown.
The Old Oakland district was the “original” downtown Oakland during the 1860s after Central Pacific Railroad constructed a terminus on 7th Street. By the 1870s, elegant brick Victorian hotels were being built in the blocks surrounding the railroad station to accommodate travelers. The ground floor of the hotels were designed as series of narrow shops so that pedestrians would pass by many of them just walking down the block. The architectural styles of the time featured tall, cast-iron columns and large plate-glass windows.
The downtown began its decline after the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, when the shopping district began moving to the blocks north of 14th.
In the 1970s and 1980s developers carefully rehabilitated and restored a block along 9th Street between Washington Street and Broadway, known as “Victorian Row”. Notable structures on Victorian Row include the 1878 Nicholl Block building.
In its early days, the Oakland Tribune rented a small office on 9th Street. A sign for the Tribune office can still be seen hanging outside the building today (2007). A farmer’s market is also held every Friday on the same stretch of 9th Street. Gaary also is known to booze in Old Oakland.
As of 2008, the neighborhood continues to gentrify as a ‘downtown lifestyle’ district, more bistros and boutiques have cropped-up, as more market-rate condominiums have been constructed nearby, and as transit-oriented development retail and housing become more and more in demand.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Oakland,_Oakland,_California

http://www.urbanvillageonline.com/markets/old-oakland/

http://www.urbanvillageonline.com/paintings/

http://www.trussel.com/lyman/gang.htm

http://www.trussel.com/lyman/mel1.htm

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/page/42/

http://www.walkscore.com/place/jack-london-square-oakland-4

http://americantheatrewing.org/biography/detail/walter_dallas

http://www.museumofvancouver.ca/programs/blog/tags/hippies

http://mrspoguedivisionone.blogspot.com/2013/02/vancouver-museum.html

http://www.museumofvancouver.ca/exhibitions/exhibit/1960s-1970s-you-say-you-want-revolution

Gastown found new life as the centre of the city’s wholesale produce distribution until the Great Depression in the 1930s. It also was centre of the city’s drinking life (there were 300 licensed establishments the twelve-block area of the former Granville, B.I.) After the Depression Gastown was a largely forgotten neighbourhood of the larger city and fell into decline and disrepair until the 1960s. It was a continuation of the Skid Road area with cheap beer parlours, flophouse hotels, and loggers hiring halls.
In the 1960s, citizens became concerned with preserving Gastown’s distinctive and historic architecture, which like the nearby Chinatown and Strathcona were scheduled to be demolished to build a major freeway into the city’s downtown. A campaign led by businessmen and property owners as well as the counterculture and associated political protestors, pressured the provincial government to declare the area a historical site in 1971, protecting its heritage buildings to this day. A riot between the hippies and the police in 1971 over marijuana has gone into legend, the incident now made public on the Woodwards building, a throw-back to the more serious Post office riot of 1938.
The Gastown was designated a National Historic Site of Canada in 2009.[3]
Today[edit]

Street scene, Gastown.
Gastown is a mix of “hip” contemporary fashion and interior furnishing boutiques, tourist-oriented businesses (generally restricted to Water Street), restaurants, nightclubs, poverty and newly upscale housing. In addition, there are law firms, architects and other professional offices, as well as computer and internet businesses, art galleries, music and art studios, and acting and film schools.
Gastown has become a hub for technology and new media. It has attracted companies such as Zaui Software, Idea Rebel, BootUp Labs Entrepreneurial Society, and MarketR.[4]

Oakland’s Imperial Marines

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

Above is a photo of my favorite bar in Oakland ‘The Hut’. I almost got shot here. I was talking to some young punk who claimed his father was the Mafia, and, so was he. He tried to muscle me, impress me as we sat at a table. I told him he was full of shit. I asked him what big crimes his family are committing in the bay area. He told me they sell cocaine. I laughed in his face.

“Anybody can sell cocaine in Oakland. Even high school drop outs. Who needs the mob, who traditionally look down on drug dealers.”

I told him my mother made porno movies for Big Bone’s Remmer who came to my house with his wife. Suddenly thus black dude I don’t like has come up behind me, and I hear the click of gun – that has misfired! This guy shot my fiend here two months earlier. He was at the bar when he was shot in the arm. He told me the last thing he remembers is a smoke-ring coming at him. Again I hear a click, and study the face of the alleged Mafia man. He is – blown away! I start laughing at him.

“Looks like your bodyguard needs a new gun. Or, you need a new bodyguard.”

I got up, and walked out. On the street, my legs began to shake. This was the second time someone put a gun to the back of my head, pulled the trigger, and the gun jammed.

Above is a photo of the University Hotel and the laundry mat I almost died in. I was drinking and doing my laundry. There was a bunch of street waifs there who I bought hamburgers for. I am talking with this young runaway, when this guy comes up to me and orders me to stop talking to her.

“No one tells me what to do!”

And out comes this big ugly gun that is in my face.

“I’m going to blow your fucking head off!”

The young folks hug the walls! I study this bad-ass dude that repeats his threat, and say;

“I believe you are going to blow my head off. But, you are such a lousy shot you might shoot an innocent bystander. Let’s go in the back ally and you can blow my head off there. Besides, you dont want any witnesses.

“Good idea. Let’s go!”

Now, I’ve had a lot of good ideas in my life, and have been in a rage because most of them have been rejected. In the ally, I fall to my knees with arms outstretched, and say “Baba”. I am in the light. He pulls the trigger. The gun is jammed. He tries again. I get up, and walk away.

A week later I see him on the street, and he’s screaming his tired used-up old threat at me;

“Yeah! Yeah! Promises! Promises!”

When I had a falling out with my daughter, she bragged about her boyfriend having a thousand friends. She said I was “so perfect”. She bragged about Bill having a manufactured bar in their house. Big deal. I and my friends took over three bars in my hood, the last one was the Hut. After living on Beacon Hill and drinking in bars in walking distance of my abode (one of them Cheers) I made a rule to take my business to the bar nearest to me. That was The Canteen, and old man’s bar.

In no time me and my friends moved the old men out. The Canteen became the wildest bar in the Bay Area. It had to be shut down. We moved to the Piedmont Lounge up the street, where the old war heroes retreated. We moved them out, and they went to The Hut. We closed the Lounge due to free for all fights where beer mugs were busted over folks heads. Then, my buddies and I headed for The Hut. I founded three great bars in Oakland. At the Hut this guy tells me;

“When you are not here, this place is a real drag!”

Between the Canteen and the Lounge is the Kerry House where I met my daughter’s mother – who claims she was married to the Mob. I drank here with my father – till dawn. When the bar closed, it never closed for Vic, who drove a big pink Caddy and wore garish plaid dresscoats. Vic never went to rehab. I mean, what would he share at a meeting?

“You all are trophy drinkers, I on the other hand, am the embodiment of Emperor Caligula!”

The real big deal in law enforcement was Frank Coakley (the real Hallahan) whose daughter adopted the Presco children. The Coakly family owned much real estate around Lake Merrit. There was a huge oil painting of this lake where Jack London sailed boats on Kay Coakley’s wall. Kay saw the same angel my sister’s saw. When I got sober, I began my autobiography ‘Bonds With Angels’.For surely there was an angel looking over us, because we were forced to bond with real devils!

My bodyguard was an Imperial Marine, Dietrich’s personal bodyguard, who ran away from Synanon who had moved into Oakland’s old athletic builiding. Two of my friends were members of the SLA, and were quationed by the FBI about the kidnapping of Patty Hurst. I have seen more gunplay then most Marines. I am retired from the World of Imperial Bullshit!

Jon Presco

Oakland DA and Concord Mutineers

Posted on July 21, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

San Sebastian Avenue

by John Presco

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

In the January 15, 1969 edition of the Black Panther Party newspaper, it reads;

“The Black Panther Party is launching a campaign against the oppressive action of the Alameda County Court and J.Frank Coakley!”

Click to access 02n020-Jan%2015%201969.pdf

Coakley prosecuted the Port Chicago Mutineers, The seven, and Mario Savio. Yesterday the Mutineers were posthumously pardoned. Kamala Harris worked in the same DA office as Coakley who says he descent from Fair Rosamond Clifford. His daughter befriended the four descendants of Carl Janke -The Founder of Belmont. I posted about the Black Panthers on the BHS, and shared the Panther show at the Oakland Museum. Coakley worked near where I docked my boat at the end of Adeline Street. I declare his, Ed’s, and my story – AN ART PIECE! Ed and I talked about doing an interview. Above is pic of me taken by Michael Harkins a good friend of Michael McClure and Jim Morrison. I just took Michael on a tour of West Oakland in my Cadillac. He gave me the moniker ‘Oakand Johnny’.

Oakland Johnny Tours. See the shady side of Oakland out the window of a Cadillac.

I beseech Ken Burns, Oliver Stone, and Steven Spielberg, collaborate on making Our Oakland an Art Movie Masterpiece!

John Presco ‘Oakland Johnny’

Click to access 02n020-Jan%2015%201969.pdf

The University of California in those days used to start August 15.
All classes started August 15. I was too late to go to law school,
either there or Hastings. But Stanford had the quarter system, and
the autumn quarter started October 1, so I went down to Stanford and
started to study law there. My first year of law I took at Stanford.
In the summer of 1920 I worked in the Moore Shipyards on the estuary
at the foot of Adeline Street in west Oakland. They were still
building ships, and I got a job as a machinists’ helper.

Descent from Charlemagne by way of Henry II, though improbable, is a
possibility if one dismisses the legend of the family’s exile in the
Midland forests at the time of the Norman Conquest. The Colcloughs
certainly did not share the Norman dread of the forests and of their
inhabitants, rationalised in the savage Norman code of forest laws,
and when in trouble were quite happy to take to the forests and to
associate on terms of cordiality with such forest denizens as Adam
Bell, Clym of the Clough, William of Cloudesley and “Robin Hood’s”
predecessors. One is reluctant, though, to dismiss the theory that
Shakespeare’s Duke in “As You Like It” was a Colclough.

The Port Chicago 50, a group of Black sailors charged and convicted in the largest U.S. Navy mutiny in history, were exonerated by the U.S. Navy on Wednesday, which called the case “fundamentally unfair.”

The decision culminates a mission for Carol Cherry of Sycamore, Ill., who fought to have her father, Cyril Sheppard, and his fellow sailors cleared.

The Secretary of the Navy, Carlos Del Toro, said the sailors’ court martial contained “significant legal errors that rendered them fundamentally unfair.”

“Yet, for 80 years, the unjust decisions endured. Now, I am righting a tremendous wrong that has haunted so many for so long.”

New about pardon. Play both videos at same time.

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Kay Coakly and the Cops

Posted on April 28, 2017 by Royal Rosamond Press

Whenever Kay Coakley needed to go to the store, she called her father and he sent a squad car. Kay was the old crone up the street who had a bad car accident when she was young. Her father was the District Attorney. We were impressed.

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/berkeley-protests-peaceful-as-hundreds-rally-over-coulter/ar-BBAquAf?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartandhp

Frank Coakley Convicts Oakland 7

Posted on January 1, 2012by Royal Rosamond Press

The District Attorney of Alameda and Oakland brought charges against anti-war demonstrators, and went after Mario Savio and the Free Speech Movement – as well as the Black Panther!In 1967 while taking a bus from L.A. to Oakland I was detained for being a professional Demonstarer and held in a cop room inside the greyhound Station. I was aksed if I was going to the demonstration in Oakland. I told the plain-clothes officer I knew nothing about a demonstration, I live there. This cop took out his truncheon and was going to work me over, when his superior walked in and told him to “Knock it off!”

Coakley was close with Ed Meese and Erl Warren, thus this appears to be a conspiracy headed by the U.S. Government. It is my intent to put all radical and liberal agendas under the umbrella of organized religion due to the holy Jihad being directed from Israel at our Freedoms – and backed by Republican Senators and Congressman who are guilty of Treason!

Call for an investigation of Israeli agents who call for Americans to go to war, whle at the same time they dmeonize the Peace and Freedom Movement. If these religious zealots had been watching the Bankers of the World, then millions of people would not have lost trillions of dollars. What damage to America did those who want Peace and Freedom of Speech, do? Bras were burned. How immodest! A trillion dollars went up in smoke! How obscene!

Jon the Nazarite

War On The City Of Roses

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

Yesterday I began to compose today’s post employing the title above. This morning I am reading about Trump&Barr declaring war on Portland, and other cities. Federal funds may be withheld due to “anarchy”.  My neighbors employed the tactics of anarchists, Belle Burch and Alley Valkyrie, to make my life miserable, and, terrorize Clark, who was friends with many tenants. Now, the President of the United States and his Goon Priest, and going to try to make life miserable from millions of people – who have nothing to do with anarchists. In her zeal to punish me, Kim Haffner said she would disappear Clark, the beautiful cat the children loved. For weeks they asked where she was. She was thought to be a male cat. Our quality of life has been degraded. Millions of evangelicals that voted for Trump, prey for a Terrible Tribulation.

In the article about The Attack of The Trumpire, the devastated City of Vanport is mentioned. It was built especially for black people who were lured up from the South to work in Naval shipyards, to  help build Liberty Ships, like the one that exploded in Port Chicago. Combine the disasters of the Two Black Northern Cities, and you got what looks like a Tribulation. Black sailors were put on trial for mutiny. If convicted, they would be put to death.

Frank Coakley led the attack. I suspect he had political ambitions that were dashed on the rocks when he spouted racist theories that the Defense tore apart.  I believe Frank held a grudge when he became the District Attorney of Alameda that includes Oakland where Huey Newton formed the Black Panther Party who policed the police. Oakland made a point to hire cops from the Red States that Trump&Barr cater to. I will now post on the fake reasons why the Confederacy was founded, that involves economic attacks.

I am considering Treasure Island being the home port of the Marin Shipmates an all back civilian navy that will oversea and respect the interests of black men and women who are engaged in the defense of our Nation. The MS will be a civilian review and investigative unit that will work closely with the District Attorneys Office of Alameda. Candidate, Kamala Harris worked for this office.

There is no proof black people do not want to do their Patriotic Duty. Many black soldiers died in Vietnam. We need the MS because two tons of explosive nitrate was found today in Beirut. Trump&Barr are terrorizing U.S. Citizens so they will not demonstrate, or, inform people in charge something is wrong.

As it turns out, the United States Navy gifted the City of San Francisco a treasure that is proving to be a killer. Treasure Island is home to many poor people who are housed in subsidized housing who have been exposed to toxic waste. The Navy is killing people. I am going to contact Richard Rosenberg and ask him to help form the Marin Shipmates.

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/vanport-oregon-how-countrys-largest-housing-project-vanished-day-180954040/

The mere utterance of Vanport was known to send shivers down the spines of “well-bred” Portlanders. Not because of any ghost story, or any calamitous disaster—that would come later—but because of raw, unabashed racism. Built in 110 days in 1942, Vanport was always meant to be a temporary housing project, a superficial solution to Portland’s wartime housing shortage. At its height, Vanport housed 40,000 residents, making it the second largest city in Oregon, a home to the workers in Portland’s shipyards and their families.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Tribulation

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Port_Chicago_disaster

The effects of this exposure aren’t known. Scores of people who lived on the island have banded together on Facebook complaining of mysterious maladies. Public records obtained by Reuters show residents for years have complained to state authorities of asthma, rashes, lumps, children’s hair loss and cancers. But there have been no epidemiological studies that demonstrate a link between these complaints and the pollutants on Treasure Island.

The contamination has had clear social and economic consequences, though: It has delayed a city blueprint to provide quality housing. On Treasure Island, San Francisco plans up to 8,000 new residences, hotels, shops and offices. Transfer of the property to San Francisco, nearly 20 years behind schedule, won’t finish until the end of 2021.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naval_Station_Treasure_Island

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-usa-military-legacy-specialreport/special-report-the-toxic-legacy-of-a-california-naval-base-idUSKCN1PP1IX

PORTLAND, Ore. (KOIN) — A memo from President Donald Trump has ordered the review of funding to Democratic cities that have seen protests against racial injustice this summer, including Portland.

The Wednesday memo was directed to U.S. Attorney Barr and Acting Director of the Office of Management and Budget Russell Vought and names the cities of Portland, Seattle and New York: cities that have seen protests turn violent.

“Unfortunately, anarchy has has recently beset some of our States and cities,” the memo read.

It went on to describe some of the nightly protests in Portland, which are nearing 100 days as of Wednesday, focusing on the tension in July between demonstrators and federal officers who had been sent there as a result of a separate executive order from June regarding the protection of federal monuments.

“These rioters have repeatedly tried to destroy property in the city, including the Federal courthouse,” the memo stated, adding that state and city leaders “have taken insufficient steps to protect the Federal courthouse, and initially rejected offers of Federal law enforcement assistance.”

Most federal officers have since left Portland following a reported deal struck in late July between Oregon Gov. Kate Brown and Vice President Mike Pence; however, protesters have since clashed with federal officers at the ICE facility in Portland.

Black Panther Party Gallery and Museum

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

This morning I discovered Frank Coakley prosecuted the Black Mutineers at Port Chicago when he was Judge Advocate Commander for the Navy. He would later prosecute Black Panthers – and Mario Savio! I and my family were very good friends with his daughter, Kay Coakley. Kay wanted to adopt my youngest sister. This goes with my discovery that Richard Rosenberg was a founder of Naval societies and interests. I am going to contact him about The Marin Shipmates. I would like him and the Marin-Buck Foundation to fund this museum and gallery.

I discovered this museum after posting.

https://www.oaklandlibrary.org/locations/african-american-museum-library-oakland

The radical dynamics created back in the seventies is back for an encore, and is having a great affect on our American society and culture – and thus the World’s. I am sure more black radical art is being rendered as I type. I would like to see a college dedicated to this art. The Oakland Museum had a show on Black Power. This history can no longer be marginalized. It can be shown that Coakley launched a crusade against black people. The paranoia the Newton’s experienced was very deserved.

Kamala Harris was a District Attorney of Oakland before she went to San Francisco. If she is elected Vice President, then there will be a great interest n Oakland Culture and political history. Trump is going – The Law and Order approach to being elected. Black Lives Matter, and rioting in several cities, may bring about the defeat of Biden and Harris. This too will deserve a study.  Art and Literature has always played a huge role in how we record history. The BPMG will gather all pertinent images so they can be viewed on-line, or at the BP Gallery that will have a home in Marin County.

I am investigating who owns the Black Panther trademark. Any information will be appreciated. It looks like Fredricka Newton does.

Whenever Kay Coakley needed to go to the store, she called her father and he sent a squad car. Kay was the old crone up the street who had a bad car accident when she was young. Her father was the District Attorney. We were impressed.

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press

Kay Coakly and the Cops

Kay Coakly and the Cops

Huey Newton – Alcoholic Author

Posted on September 4, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

I can tell by the later photographs of Huey Newton he had PTSD which I suffer from, and is being aggravated by talking about the Criminality surrounding the lives of two Oakland men. I am freezing up. I am trying to take numerous naps, but to no avail.

https://www.thriftbooks.com/a/huey-p-newton/296162/

Let me start by saying I used to go to a black afterhours club in a black neighborhood in Oakland. It was right on the Berkeley line. When my favorite bars closed, I would head there. I walked through a dangerous neighborhood for whites. One time a young black man was blown away to find me there. We started talking. I had to lay down on the grass in this park. He lay next to me and we talked about everything…art, politics, poetry, being a hippie. He tells me I am the first white person he has talked to in depth. We look up at the stars and understand we are on a strange planet, that is earthlike, but is not earth. Apartheid is real in America.

DA Frank Coakley and The Blue Angel

Posted on July 6, 2024 by Royal Rosamond Press

Frank Coakley’s daughter saw the Blue Angel my sister’s saw, that I believe is Angel Moroni. When Kamala ran for office, she had worked as a DA in Oakland. It was this history I was sharing with my friends, Ed Howard, and tried to share with the Belmont Historical Society. Kay Coakley was going to adopt Vicki Presco, and make her her heir. Vicki’s great, great, great grandfather, is Carl Janke. She disrobed the Blue Angel standing at the foot of her, and Christine Rosamond Benton’s bed.

Win or lose, or even become the Presidential Candidate, or, President if Biden, passes away, Kamala’s History is my families history, and the History of Belmont California.

John Presco

Copyright 2024

As DA, Coakley returned to the trial courts in 1955 to prosecute Burton Abbott in one of the most highly-publicized cases in the history of California. Abbott was charged with abducting and murdering 14-year old Stephanie Bryan as she was walking home from school in Berkeley. Abbott was convicted and sentenced to death. He was executed in San Quentin’s gas chamber in 1957. For Coakley and the DA’s Office, the 1960’s were a particularly difficult time because of civil unrest and criminal acts associated with the free speech movement, Vietnam War demonstrations, and the emergence of the Black Panther Party in Oakland.

Kamala Harris and the Noble Path of the Prosecutor

By Jeannie Suk Gersen

November 20, 2020

In the opening of her memoir, “The Truths We Hold,” from 2019, Vice-President-elect Kamala Harris writes that, as a law student, she found her “calling” while interning at the Alameda County District Attorney’s Office, in Oakland, California, in 1988. Harris then spent nearly three decades in law enforcement, referring to herself as “top cop,” rising from local prosecutor to district attorney of San Francisco and then attorney general of California—the first woman and the first Black person in these jobs—until she joined the U.S. Senate, in 2017.

“The Alameda County Mafia”

Posted on July 20, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press

When Big Bones Remmer and his wife came to our home on San Sebastian, that was in the Glenview district of Oakland, he got ‘The Look’ from Rosemary’s two sons that you see in the photo above. No one fucked with the Presco Brothers. Mark and I had famous fist-fights. My brother played tackle on the Oakland High football team – that won the championship. I believe Remmer was going to make us an offer – we couldn’t refuse!

I am a newspaperman – who has been tagged to author the most Bad Ass Story – off all time! I suspect when Trump was elected President, he was introduced to The Meesites. He and Cohen thought they were the Baddest Asses in the Big Apple, and they would move their gang into the White House! But, this was Ed Messes’ turf, the home of The Meesites who had whooped the Black Panthers, and Hippies of People’s Park. When I read they were titled ‘The Alameda County Mafia’ alas I got the BIG PICTURE. It is suggested the ACM looked the other way, as organized crime moved into the Bay Area and Cal-Nevada. It is said The Meesites defeated the Soviet Union by playing Oakland Hardball with the Red Menace.

Mimi Farina In Concord

Posted on December 9, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

I awoke from my Old Man Nap and exclaimed;

“This is my life? Holy shit! I took on Scientology – and lost?”

According to Leah Remini the disappearance of your child by Scientologist is designed to shut your ass up – but good! It surely throws you off balance – and puts you on the defensive. They knew I had a blog. If I wrote anything NEGATIVE about them, then I may never see my MINOR CHILD….again!

Scientology Wants Celebrities | Rosamond Press

For some reason, Tim O’Connor popped into my mind. I am still trying to figure out why he didn’t want me to put any of his poems on my blog. His famous father died two years ago, and I wondered if he was writing a biography – and my famous sister would be in it. Christine and Tim were lovers for a short while. Was this more grabbing from THE PILE full of narcissistic nutrients? Infant Melba has been – hauled off by a total stranger. This could be a case of stalking because when she finally made contact she started ragging on Rena Easton – my muse!

What the fuck!

“What’s your mother’s name? I want to see if she is related to Royal Rosamond.

“I’m not going to tell you!”

WTF!

Anyway…Tim is the reason I was detained by a LA Cop in a Hawaii shirt and cut-offs as I came down the escalator in the Greyhound bus depot. I was put in this little room and accused of being a professional demonstrator on my way to Oakland to be with Phony Joanie at her protests at the Oakland Induction Center. Joan and her sister, Mimi, were arrested and put in Santa Rita. My cop took out a truncheon and was going to work me over – while I was in handcuffs. He was stopped. I was taken to jail where after two days I am taken to a detective room and shown pics of Tim O’Connor;

“Do you know this guy?”

“No!”

“How did he get your driver’s liscence.”

“I dont know!”

“You’re lying!”

This was true. I had gone to visit my family and Tim was living with Vicki and Rosemary. His father threw him out – again. He wanted to go see a band on the Strip and borrowed my license to get in. He did not tell me the next morning he got arrested for Marijuana procession. The LA cops are trying to pin that bust on me. I told them to do a match of the fingerprints – which I believe they already did. They wanted A NAME for The Phantom of the Strip. This is the dude that doses Mafia Max. He went to the same school as my sister and knew all the actor’s children. Did he know River Phoenix? I never confronted our family friend who looks like Doc in Inherent Vice. and lived in Venice and played on the boardwalk. Tim played at my wedding reception. How did Mary Ann get involved in all these Hollywood types.

Actor Tim O’Connor Leaves The Planet | Rosamond Press

Two days ago I discovered my facebook friend lived in Concord around the time the Prescos did. He tells me he had a 50 Caliber machine gun pointed at him when he and a friend sent rockets soaring into the air. He said he had just read the story Mutiny about the black navy men that were tried for treason after the huge explosion at Port Chicago. Mimi was in Concord protesting, and tying to stop munitions trains from eventually delivering white phosphorous to Vietnam. Mimi lived in Marin where I founded MARIN SHIPMATES that I want to see funded by the Buck Foundation as part of BLM. Two days ago I posted on General Loyd Austin being made head of our armed forces. Is he going to be a Uncle Tom for Uncle Buck – who is also the money Uncle Sam gives the military every year and is being held by Big King Buck. WTF!

Mutiny (1999 film) – Wikipedia

Write your new VP, Kamala Harris, who was a District Attorney for Oakland and San Francisco, and bid her to look into these matters where the military took on U.S. Citizens who were legally protesting. One man got run over by a train in……CONCORD…..by

UNCLE SAM BUCK

John Presco

The Marin Shipmates | Rosamond Press

Black Panther Party Gallery and Museum | Rosamond Press

Bread and Roses of Marin

Capturing Beauty – The Boarding

The Beastly Germanic Gang

Bruce Perlowin Fined

The Coakleys and the Angels

Posted on October 28, 2011 by Royal Rosamond Press

My Godfather, Sargeant Skip Sutter, led fifty Oakland Cops against the Hell’s Angels, raided their clubhouse with gloves on, and ended up in the hospital for a week. Skip and Vic went to Oakland High School, and were pals of Tom McKinny the ex-president of TransAmerica Title, who was dismissed for Loan Scams in the late seventies – along with Skip – who wanted my fahter to come sit atop the pryamid building in SF, too.

Above is a photo of me with my siblings, Mark and Christine taken in 1950. According to Stacey Pierrot, and Julie Lynch, I am looking at Christine in a suspicious manner, because I suspect she is hiding in a closet with a flashlight, competing with me to become a world famous artist! I mean, look at her. How old is she, and where is she? Can Julie tell us? How about, Showtime?

While real villians are bringing down the world, the Gallery Gargoyles go after a four year old boy – and demonize him! Are you kidding me!

Above is a photo of Andrew Cuomo of HUD who went after Lawrence Chazen, the No.1 creditor in Rosamond’s probate for Loan Sharking. He hauled off Christine’s antique furniture. Show time is not interested in Larry, a partner of the Getty and Pelosi family- just that evil little boy trying to get his share of the milk for his cereal. No wonder my nieces have mental problems, don’t have a very good grasp of reality! Guess who is to blame for that!!!!!!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

Coakley the Cailleach and the Oakland Cops

Having read all the Grimm¡¯s Fairytales when I was eleven, I can say
the best stories begin with the appearance of an Old Hag. Most
children of my generation expected to be approached, or beckoned by
an Old Hag, or Witch, at some time in their life, thanks to Walt
Disney, the darling of Rightwing Conservatives who had the hots for
Davey Crockett, who would give the Republicans ‘Frontier America’
back after disappearing most of the other folks, somehow. So when
Dear Old Kay called to me from across the street, I must admit I was
startled, for she looked every bit like the classic Witch. Was she a
good witch? She had course black hair, a large nose, and perhaps my
youthful imagination and memory put a wart on that nose?

¡°Young boy!¡± she called to me in a garbled voice. ¡°Cumb bere!¡±

Being the only young boy on the street at the time (I was eleven) I
surmised it was me she beckoned to, and curious I came across the
street so I could hear her better.

Kay was slumped over and had a rather large hump on her back. Her
face was very pale, and wore bright red lipstick that was not applied
properly. It was hard to tell her age, for up close she did not look
as old as I first surmised. Having my full attention, she now spoke.

¡°I brandt yoob tos take deez bobbas to da store andb cabsh dem forb
me, den brug da muzzy brack and guv it ta me.¡±
¡°What?¡± I said, cocking my head to one side.
She gave me a look, having encountered dummies like me before, and
with disgust, turned and beckoned me in the house.
¡°Fallub me.¡± She said, and my heart began to race. Do I dare cross
her threshold?
¡°Fallub me!¡± She said a little louder, and I could not resist.

Kay walked with a stutter-step that propelled her forward. Some said
she had Cerebral Palsy, but she told us kids she was in a terrible
automobile accident when she was young and beautiful that had
obviously caused some brain damage, as well as crippling her.

Turning into the kitchen, she opened the door to the garage, and
pointed to several bags of pop-bottles and repeated her instructions
that I did not follow correctly, for I was distracted by the sight of
the most beautiful car I have ever seen. It was a 1930¡¯s Super Stutz
Bear Cat as I would later learn from a friend at schools whose uncle
purchased it. Jay Johansson was the son and grandson of famous
explorers who helped found Oakland¡¯s Snow Museum. He told me Kay¡¯s
Bearcat had hardly been driven.

I would hear from my mother, after all the Prescos got to know Kay,
that her father gave her the Bearcat on her coming out party, when
she turned twenty one. Kay¡¯s father was the famous Oakland District
Attorney J.Frank Coakley, an associate and friend of Ed Meese and
Earl Warren. Kay had gone driving with a boy, or another couple, and
if there was some drinking going on, it got covered up. No one got
the full story of what happened when the beautiful daughter of
Oakland¡¯s Top Cop got turned into a witch, a very young witch, who
was the only witness to the visitation of the Blue Angel that came
into Kay¡¯s room and my two sister¡¯s bedroom, and stood gazing down at
Christine at the foot of her bed. Seeing Angels, Pixies, and Fairies
was the Disney Dream that Leftwing Democrats adopted and adored, they
wishing that the Capitalists, the Conservatives, and the Cops would
disappear somehow, or, just the Fairy Folk whisked away to Never Pay
Your Duesville where the eternally young live off the rich ¨C forever!

¡°Tabe de boddas to da storb, and ged sum mummy for dem. For doobing
dis I wool gib yu ten cents.¡±

Being a Democrat and lover of the Brothers Grimm, I alas understood
Kay was my benefactor, a Good Witch who wanted to rain good fortune
down upon me, a poor Presco child.

¡°Hey thanks!¡± I said, and bent down to pick up the bags. And off to
the store I skipped.
Walking home, I woofed down my Hershey bar, and soda. Passing Kay¡¯s
house, I glanced her way, my pocked jingling with heavy coins. Life
was good to me that day. If Kay was looking out the window as I
passed, she might have been wearing a puzzled look as she wondered;

“Bear da hell is dat lil brascal goink wid my sooda-pop munny?”

Later that evening, the phone in the Presco home rang, and Rosemary
answered. Being an executive secretary, my mother had a professional
voice, a calming reassuring manner. Now she let out her famous laugh,
and hung up. With a smile she approached me and asked me if someone
had given me some pop bottles to take to the store. I told her I had.
Rosemary then told me I had absconded with the money I got from these
bottles, and had been tracked down ¨C somehow!

Giving me the money to make up for what I spent, my mother sent me on
my way to revisit the Old Crone, our beloved Irish Cailleach who
would give all the children around San Sebastian Street a taste of
Pathos. From our dear Crone we learned life was a tradgedy, even
unfair. Standing in Kay¡¯s tennis court in her over grown backyard, we
studied the weeds that broke through the playing surface. Touching
the decaying net, it crumbled like a spiders web. On this court Kay
served and vollied in her pure white tennis outfit, she the child of
Oakland socialites who lived on the very border of the wealthy
Piedmont district.

No one is certain if she ever drove her Stutz Bearcat, but it became
a hereditary job, a good source of incame when we Prescos came to
clean the dog shit Kay¡¯s black Cockerspanial dropped all around the
Stuz when she let it out in the garage to do her business.

Whenever Kay had to grocery shopping, or go to the Doctor of Dentist,
she would call her father downtown. In minutes an Oakland Cop Car
would pull up in front of Kay¡¯s house on Hollywood Street, as if it
were a Taxi. In Kay¡¯s dining room was a very large painting, a
panorama of Lake Merrit. It was rumored the Coakley family owned half
the property around this lake, and Kay was a millionaire.

The Coakleys came from Ireland, and one legend claims they descend
from Fair Rosamond. When I began to do a genealogical research of my
Rosamond ancestors, I wondered if Fair Rosamond was the angel that
appeared before my sisters, and Kay. If so, was she the entity who
was guiding me in my study of the Holy Grail?

The Black Panthers thought Kay¡¯s father was a ¡°racist dog¡±. My
Godfather was a sergeant on the Oakland police force, and he would
sometimes pull up in his squad car to pay a visit. Some of the
Oakland Cops who took Kay to the doctor would come down San Sebastian
street, stop in front of Ms. Smith¡¯s house, and pretend to be
answering her complaint that we kids were disturbing this other Old
Hag with our ball-play in the street. The truth was, Ms. Smith was an
Old Madam who was run out of San Francisco. Finding sanctuary in
Oakland, she kept a very young and very beautiful prostitute shut up
in her home, whose interior was filled with Chinese d¨¦cor, her walls
painted a deep cadmium red. The Oakland cops were there for two
hours or more, while we young boys waited for them to hear Ms. Smiths
tiresome complaint – yet again -and leave!

¡°What in the hell is taking him so long.¡± We would exclaim, tossing
the football in the air and catching it.

One raining evening I got off the bus, and found myself walking
behind the young prostitute through a walkway. She was wearing a
trenchcoat. The sound of her high heals and rain hitting the
sidewalk, put me in Paris, I a young artist from America, wondering
if I should purchase the pleasure of her company, or buy an empty
canvas. She felt my presence. We were all alone and lost in the
world. She and the world beckoned to me.

“Make me a man, for I have many things to do, places to go, and
wondersous thngs to see. To be a Man. Would this be a crime.”

Kay was one of us, a child who had no money of her own, and depended
upon a higher authority for a ride in automobile. Like us, she senced
there was a force that dealt out a dark attribute to the good and the
bad, the black and the white, the young and the old, with equal
indifference.

Lady Liberty is an Old Crone, a Rose of the World. How about Justice,
who beckons us to taste her tarts she maketh in her oven….and we
come away in chains?

Jon Presco

http://rougeknights.blogspot.com/

“That in fact, brother Huey P. Newton, who is now being confined
downtown, chained in the same jail, with the same anti-demonstrators,
anti-draft demonstrators, that in fact this draws something very
significant that we¡¯re going to try and work together on.”

¡°I am saying that J. Frank Coakley is a racist dog. I am saying that
this same racist dog is out to do the same thing to the anti-draft
demonstrators. I am saying that it¡¯s necessary for us to realize that
this is a real situation.¡±

http://www.hellooakland.com/Photos_Panoramic.Cfm

http://www.newsreel.us/panthers/index.htm

Cailleach, the Irish crone, known under many names and thought to
have been a goddess who married a series of husbands and passed from
youth to old age more than once. She still survives today as a lively
figure in modern Irish folklore. A symbol of the great mother in
continuous cycles of life, death and rebirth. She walks over the land
of the winter. As the days shorten she gives us the wisdom to let go
of what is not longer needed but keeps the seeds of rebirth tightly
clasped in her fist ready to fling into the spring. The Cailleach
lives in all of us. We are constantly changing, and readjusting our
lives from one life season to the next

Countless Irish myths tell how the Cailleach constructed huge mounds,
megaliths, and towers in a single night. Some of them are known by
names like ¡°one-night’s-work.¡± [Wood-Martin, 134] Scottish myths
often cast the Cailleach as a shaper of the landscape. She carried
earth and stones on her back to make the hills of Ross-shire.
Sometimes the basket or its strap broke, spilling the contents out to
form mounts like Ben Vaichaird and rock piles like Carn na Caillich.
Faeries called glaistigean are credited with similar land-building
feats. [MacKenzie, 164, 144] The Cailleach created the Hag’s Furrow
while ploughing. She turned up huge piles of stones while ploughing
on mount Schiehallion, the Caledonian faery hill. (Its Gaelic name,
S¨ªdh Chaillean, means ¡°Crone’s Mound.¡± Many other places are named
Beinne na Cailleach (her mount) and Sgr¨ªob na Cailleach (her
writing). Folklore says that the Crone turned into a boulder atop
Beinn na Callich, where a prehistoric cairn also stands. [MacKenzie,
144]

http://www.suppressedhistories.net/secrethistory/crones.html

dianavandenberg.no.sapo.pt/cronespage.htm

Oakland Cops Under U.N.’s Watchful Eye
by Brenda Payton

THERE’S NOTHING like making the list of the world’s worst government
violence against activists. The Oakland Police Department earned that
distinction for its assault on peaceful anti-war demonstrators at the
port last year. The action, in which police fired wooden dowels and
shot-filled bean bags at protesters, was noted in the recent report
of an investigator for the United Nations Commission on Human
Rights. “This alleged incident was the subject of a letter of
allegation by the Special Rapporteur on the question of torture and
the Special Rapporteur on the promotion and protection of the right
to freedom of opinion and expression …” reads the report. The
question of torture, that’s pretty scary. For the protesters who were
hit, the unprovoked attack was a form of torture. The more seriously
injured went to the hospital.

http://www.commondreams.org/views04/0406-13.htm

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?
o=0&f=/c/a/2003/04/08/PROTEST.TMP

http://www.uslaboragainstwar.org/gallery.php?gal=17

http://www.sfgate.com/…/detail?blogid=3&entry_id=221

http://members.fortunecity.com/chtii/colclough/Cap1.htm

Speaking from the Black Panthers the Chairman and 2nd in command to
Huey Newton, Bobby Scheer. Applause. The seven indicted ummm..anti-
war, anti-draft demonstrators are downtown at 12th & Fallon in the
same jail with our Minister of Defense, Huey P. Newton. Now, we are
going to appeal because of the same Grand Jury that indicted Huey
within a matter of 22 minutes without even covering the evidence, the
so called evidence, that¡¯s supposedly been placed against Huey, the
ice mad dog grand jury that we¡¯re referring to. We¡¯re appealing to
you to support the fact that we don¡¯t need ice dog mad jurors we¡¯re
appealing to you to support the fact that we don¡¯t need racist
policeman who shot Huey, and we don¡¯t need racist policeman who
brutalized the heads of you. We¡¯re in fact putting this position that
we¡¯ve taken against the racist policeman who brutalized us in our
black, in our communities and bringing it to the level where it is.
That what Huey P. Newton said there were only three kinds of power. A
level where a group of people that control the economic situation or
a level of power where a group of people have a ownership of land.
That the third level of power commonly referred to as military power,
and we refer to as self-defense power, with a gun, is coming to
reality. We¡¯re saying that black people that protested police
brutality, and many of you that thought we were jivin¡¯, who thought
we didn¡¯t know what we were talking about because many black people
in the community probably couldn¡¯t answer your questions
articulately, that you are experiencing the same thing, that when you
go down in front of the anti-draft, and when you go over and you
demonstrate against Dean Russ that those ¡°P¡± cops will come down and
brutalize your heads just like they brutalized the heads of black
people in the black communities. We¡¯re sayin¡¯ now, that you can show
a direct relationship that¡¯s for real, and that¡¯s not abstract any
more. That you don¡¯t have to abstract what police brutality is like
when a club is there to crush your skull. That you don¡¯t have to
abstract what police brutality is like when there¡¯s a vicious service
revolver there to tear your flesh. That you can see, in fact, that
the real power, the power structure, and maintaining its racist
regime is manifested and it¡¯s occupying troops has manifested in it¡¯s
police department with guns and force. That in fact, black people,
the Black Panther Party for self-defense are educating black people
to the position continually that we will use arms to defend
ourselves.

That in fact, brother Huey P. Newton, who is now being confined
downtown, chained in the same jail, with the same anti-demonstrators,
anti-draft demonstrators, that in fact this draws something very
significant that we¡¯re going to try and work together on. Now some
people are probably wonderin¡¯ how in the hell is it that what they
would call the most militant group in the Country, can come along and
tell white people, that you, and I, are gonna go down to the court
house today at 2:00 at 12th & Fallon in Oakland. And we¡¯re goin¡¯ to
march around the courthouse and demonstrate the fact that we want
Huey P. Newton set free and that you want the anti-draft
demonstrators also set free. The mass, the masses of people who stand
against the power structure of Oakland. J. Frank Coakley, who first
started his career as a Naval attorney, in the Navy he was an
attorney, a ship blew up where 50 black men were working on the ship.
There were some more goods to be loaded off the ship but the 50 black
men said we don¡¯t wanna go back on the ship because we think that
it¡¯s very dangerous. And these 50 black men and Merchant Marines were
charged with mutiny. And J. Frank Coakley started his career by
prosecuting these black men and getting as much as 50 years in prison
for these black men. I am saying that J. Frank Coakley is a racist
dog. I am saying that this same racist dog is out to do the same
thing to the anti-draft demonstrators. I am saying that it¡¯s
necessary for us to realize that this is a real situation. I¡¯m not
going to argue black or white. I don¡¯t do that no more. In other
words, I stopped bein¡¯ a racist a long time ago. You haven¡¯t stopped
being racist though. But I¡¯m going to show you something. There¡¯s a
lot of people running around, and I can¡¯t blame ¡®em, and my culture,
I feel my culture¡¯s beautiful. But a lot of us have taken our culture
a little too far. Because when Huey and I decided we were gonna get
down to the real nitty-gritty we decided also we weren¡¯t going to
stoop to the level of a Klu Klux Klansman and hate a person just
because of the color of their skin. This is important, because this
is where racism starts.

http://bakhabaru.blogspot.com/2007/03/archeologists-find-undeniable-
proof-of.html

Descent from Charlemagne by way of Henry II, though improbable, is a
possibility if one dismisses the legend of the family’s exile in the
Midland forests at the time of the Norman Conquest. The Colcloughs
certainly did not share the Norman dread of the forests and of their
inhabitants, rationalised in the savage Norman code of forest laws,
and when in trouble were quite happy to take to the forests and to
associate on terms of cordiality with such forest denizens as Adam
Bell, Clym of the Clough, William of Cloudesley and “Robin Hood’s”
predecessors. One is reluctant, though, to dismiss the theory that
Shakespeare’s Duke in “As You Like It” was a Colclough.

“Fair Rosamond” Clifford had two sons by Henry II and to protect
these from kidnapping or murder by the minions of Queen Eleanor they
were brought up in concealment in the forest. Writers in later
centuries have identified them with Sir William Longsword and
Geoffrey, Archbishop of York, but the Dictionary of National
Biography points out that both these were born before their supposed
mother. Fair Rosamond died in 1177 but the Colclough family was
firmly established in Suffolk long before she or Henry II was born
and there is no record of any unaccounted additions to its numbers at
the end of the 12th century. However American genealogical
researchers have determinedly traced the Colclough origins to her.

Other fanciful origins include a William Cokely who was purportedly
married to a Danish princess and accompanied William of Normandy to
Hastings. His grandfather is given as Eliston Kokey, a German
chieftain. It has also been suggested that the origin of the name
referred to the cold ridge – the 700 foot high half mile long ridge
in Great Chell on the Western face of which stands the Westcliffe
Hospital which was originally the Stoke Union Workhouse, built in
1843. However as a patronymic it only appears in Staffordshire in the
middle of the 13th century and it seems certain that Selwyn and
Thomas are descended from an earlier family
Krassner, Paul, editor The realist no. 86 [featuring] The Oakland 7
by Frank Bardacke. the monthly, New York. Nov.-Dec., 1969, 32p.,
browned, faint signs of handling. The Frank Bardacke essay runs eight
full double-column pages. The Oakland 7 was the most important anti-
draft demo of the period. His account “contains,” he starts, “some
hitherto unrevealed dirt, a few laughs, a smattering of politics, and
a confession or two. I have been an Oakland 7 for some time now, and
as you read on, you will learn a lot about me. But this is not a
story of my life.. Alameda County District Attorney J. Frank Coakley
created the Oakland 7 a year and a half ago. He indicted seven
leaders of October 1967’s Stop the Draft Week for conspiracy to
commit three misdemeanors..”

In the modern era, the best-known DA was Earl Warren who joined the
office in 1920 as a deputy district attorney and was appointed DA in
1925. In 1939, he was elected Attorney General of California, and in
1946 he was elected Governor. Warren served as governor until 1953
when President Dwight Eisenhower appointed him Chief Justice of the
United States Supreme Court. As Chief Justice, Earl Warren is
probably best remembered as the author of the landmark case of
Miranda v. Arizona.
Warren’s successor as DA was his Chief Assistant, Ralph E. Hoyt. Hoyt
was DA until 1947 when he was appointed to the Superior Court by
Governor Warren. Hoyt was succeeded as DA by J. Frank Coakley who
served as District Attorney until 1969.
As DA, Coakley returned to the trial courts in 1955 to prosecute
Burton Abbott in one of the most highly-publicized cases in the
history of California. Abbott was charged with abducting and
murdering 14-year old Stephanie Bryan as she was walking home from
school in Berkeley. Abbott was convicted and sentenced to death. He
was executed in San Quentin’s gas chamber in 1957. For Coakley and
the DA’s Office, the 1960’s were a particularly difficult time
because of civil unrest and criminal acts associated with the free
speech movement, Vietnam War demonstrations, and the emergence of the
Black Panther Party in Oakland.
http://www.acgov.org/da/history.htm

http://online.ceb.com/CalCases/C2/45C2d697.htm

THE PEOPLE, Respondent, v. SMITH EDWARD JORDAN et al., Appellants.
COUNSEL
Edmund G. Brown, Attorney General, Clarence A. Linn, Assistant
Attorney General, Raymond M. Momboisse, Deputy Attorney General, J.
Frank Coakley, District Attorney (Alameda), Robert S. Anderson and
Richard C. Lynch, Deputy District Attorneys, for Respondent.
Vince Monroe Townsend, Jr., and Enrico Dell’Osso for Appellants.
OPINION
SHENK, J.

The defendants were convicted of first degree murder and sentenced to
suffer the penalty of death. Their motions for a new trial were
denied. They appeal from the judgments and from the orders denying
their motions for a new trial.

On Saturday evening, March 28, 1953, Charles Rose, a driver for the
Yellow Cab Company, was found slumped in a semiconscious condition
behind the wheel of his cab in front of a house located at 3428 Haven
Street, Oakland. The left rear door window was broken. There was
blood on the front seat. The radio microphone was off its bracket on
the dashboard. The ignition and lights were on, the brake was off,
the gear was in high, and the meter flag was still in the “running”
position. The driver was bleeding from four wounds on the back of his
head, one of which proved to be fatal, and there were abrasions and a
laceration on his right hand. He died several hours later.

http://online.ceb.com/CalCases/C2/45C2d697.htm

¨D [Date of Interview: November 24, 1970] ¨D
I Family Background
Feingold
Could we begin by your telling me something about your background?
Coakley

I was born in Oakland, California, just a few blocks from here at
Seventeenth and Grove.
Although my name is James Francis, it was abbreviated to Frank
Coakley because of the fact that my father’s name was James and my
mother, I guess, rather than be calling two James around the house,
decided to call me Francis. She had a brother whose name was Thomas
Francis.

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The Gideon Prophecy

My ex-friend, Paul Drake played a big role in the writing of The Gideon Computer. I caught his in bed with my lover.

At the top is a photo of my ex-girlfriend, Karen Holly, an artist like her father. She is standing on a bridge in Venice California where ‘Inherent Vice takes place. We had gone down to LA in 1986. I asked my friend, Paul Drake, to reserve us a room in a sleazy hotel in Santa Monica. The Flamingo is a art director’s dream that Karen got wise to, she doing a rendition of a skid-row movie star.  In the background is a sight-seer bus. Paul used to drive one in San Francisco in 1978. At my wife’s suggestion he took up acting, and became a famous villain in Clint Eastwood’s ‘Sudden Impact’. As Mick, he gang rapes Susan Lockley under the pier at Santa Cruz.

It was August 2022. Just as Apple was about to unveil the iPhone 14, Tim Cook received an unexpected call. At the other end of the line was Elon Musk. The man behind SpaceX and Tesla didn’t mince his words: “You have 72 hours. Either you pay $5 billion to integrate Starlink, or I become your direct competitor”.  Three years later, the consequences of this decision are visible in the sky… and on our mobile phones. What Musk may not have known is that the idea of a satellite-connected iPhone was nothing new in Cupertino. Back in 2015, Apple launched Project Eagle: an ambitious collaboration with Boeing to deploy its own constellation of satellites. The goal? To provide a broadband connection, without wires or operators, to all its devices… and to all homes.

Elon Musk gave Apple 72 hours to accept his $5 billion offer. Tim Cook said no, so Elon followed through with his threat.

http://www.npr.org/2014/12/13/369599571/adapting-inherent-vice-made-director-felt-like-a-student-again

Here is Paul in Beverley Hills Cop. My ex told Drake he looks like the actor, Stacey Keach.

“Why don’t you take up acting?”

When I told Paul the portrait Susan did in the movie, looked like him, he got defensive, and weird.

“That’s a self-portrait!” the non-artist said, trying to get us back down to reality.

“Yeah. But you, as Mick, raped her and her sister, and her undying hatred of you is consuming her soul. She is – becoming you!”

“I don’t see it. You’re full of shit!”

Way Too Cool To Go To Highschool

Posted on July 8, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press

Wondering what became of our High School Chum, Michael Barry, I googled his name and found perhaps the worst movie ever made that Michael directed, and his famous father, Gene Barry, starred in. ‘The Second Coming of Suzanne’ is about a “Manson-like filmmaker Jared Martin” who hires a beautiful woman to play a female Christ! WHAT!!!!!!?

In 1972 I began a short story titled ‘Golden Girls of The Corncob’ that was about the search for Rena in the sand dunes of Nebraska, she kidnapped by Amazons who believed she was the female Christ. I was living with Peter Shapiro at the time, and did my infamous painting of Rena that Christine beheld and took up art. My friend, Michael Harkins, and I talked about taking his white Bentley to Nebraska and do a documentary about the search for the Female Redeemer.

It was going to be an Art Movie. Michael had just become a Private Investigator. Oliver Stone’s people wanted his antidotes about his good friend, Jim Morrison. Michael was a good friend of Beat Poet, Michael MacLure. Harkins would do investigation work for Bruce Perlowin ‘The King of Pot’ who became his good friend when he married Bruce’s ex-wife. There is a movie due out about Bruce.

Bryan, Michael Barry, and myself, sat together at a art class when we went to University High School. After, Ryan O’Neil, we were the coolest dudes in school. Bryan introduced me to Ryan who sat alone way out on the playing field. He was a ultra-loner. Bryan and Michael were very witty, cut-ups, who were close with Hollywood stars. At seventeen, we were grown men stuck in prison-school. Our pretty teacher was a young Preppy who favored the head cheerleader and her boyfriend the quarterback. They wore their letters to class. They had no talent, but got much attention from our art teacher who we deduced was feeling sexy again with this blonde couple that were allowed to fornicate. It was school policy, we concurred in front of our fourth tablemate, a girl who we made blush for fifty minutes. She hardly said a word, but, we got to know her signals, know when we really blew her mind. I am sure she still talks about us. We were very handsome.

Our teacher avoided coming to our table, because we would mentally undress her, or, so she thought. We were bad boys, even though Bryan and I were the best artists in school. Bryan drew and did watercolors of Beach Bunnies, cute surfer girls with freckles and pouting lips. I had to tell them they looked like him. This is when Bryan titles me ‘The Painter of Trucks’. I had done a watercolor of the Jack London Produce Market that was chosen to tour the world in a Red Cross show. It looks like Barry made a psychedelic Art Movie, not like the one being made about Thomas Pynchon’s novel ‘Inherit Vice’ which I predict will be the second worst movie ever made. For Christ’s sake, who did the wardrobe?

So, my ex had her group at Cornell that consisted of Pynchon and Richard Farina. I suggest a double-feature, while folks, drop!

When the film ‘Magic Trip’ was being made here in Eugene, rumor has it one of the producers introduced a lot of LSD to the area that Marilyn and Kenny Reed ended up taking. Marilyn went to Uni and then to Europe with Jeff Pasternak, another Uni Alumni. For sure Michael Barry got good and dosed, which prompted his father to try to bring his down to reality, the only reality he knew.

The nude scene with art gallery is….Rosamondish! The crucifixion scene was shot on Mount Tamalpias where Rena and I camped in 1970.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2013

Golden Girls of the Corn Cob

The Second Coming of Suzanne (also known as Suzanne) is a 1974 film directed by Michael Barry. It stars Jared Martin as an obsessed San Francisco indie film maker who hires a beautiful young woman called Suzanne (played by Sondra Locke) to star as a female Christ in his next film. Richard Dreyfuss appears as a member of the crew who becomes concerned at the increasingly weird antics of the rest of the ensemble, which culminate in the crucifixion of Suzanne on a local hill. The film was inspired by the lyrics of Leonard Cohen’s song “Suzanne”, as heard on the soundtrack. The director’s father Gene Barry is also featured, as a TV presenter, in a somewhat opaque sub-plot.
This appears to be Michael Barry’s only known film as a director.[1][2]
The film music was recorded by Touch.

The overall mood of THE SECOND COMING OF SUZANNE (1973) is melancholic. Even though we’re told well in advance that a Jesus-obsessed filmmaker plans to crucify the new Redeemer (Suzanne), when the actual moment finally comes we’re still not prepared for bleached-out Sondra Locke’s agonizing screech as Jared Martin pounds a shiny spike through her right wrist while she hangs by ropes from a mounted crucifix.

Of all the excessive, bizarre and psychologically deranged films that came out of the early 1970s, this is truly one of the weirdest. It’s little surprise that writer/director Michael Barry (son of Gene) helmed no other movies. (They don’t allow you to get near electrical equipment at the Funny Farm, you see.) That he called upon his famous dad to appear in this morass should’ve brought something positive but alas, Gene was clearly ailing in 1973. Bloated to an enormous size, he had to wear suspenders with suit trousers, the beltline of which rode about 4 inches below the poor man’s armpits. (Barry slimmed down again sometime after this atrocity escaped from the bad movie dust bin and assaulted the sensibilities of unsuspecting film patrons.)

I LOVE Leonard Cohen’s “Suzanne” (it opens and closes this film) and the classic debut LP that it came from. Sadly, I’ll never be able to hear that song again without thinking of a goshawful picture about a female Messiah who’s spaced out from peroxide fumes.

On every DVD you see of “Suzanne,” Richard Dreyfuss is speciously represented as its star. While his character was the only one who wasn’t totally insane here, his sobriety is probably why Dreyfuss gets maybe 90 seconds of screen time. He complains that a freaky tribal gathering is not his idea of a business meeting and later screams “No!” as Martin is about to drive the first spike home. That admonition is the only answer anyone who wonders if they should see this claptrap will get from your reviewer. It’s a cinematic herpe.

Based on a song by Leonard Cohen, this peculiar experimental film set in late-’60s San Francisco was executive-produced by game-show mogul Gene Barry, the director’s father. It concerns Suzanne (Sondra Locke), who gets crucified in a film-within-a-film which receives much of the screen time. Suzanne is meant to be a Christ figure, and the story focuses on her use as a doomed symbol for the beliefs of Manson-like filmmaker Jared Martin. Richard Dreyfuss and Paul Sand are among the cast of this offbeat, grungy little film which deserves points for originality if nothing else

http://ancensored.com/clip/The-Second-Coming-of-Suzanne/Sondra-Locke/27140

Four years ago I became friends with Rick Cobian. He picked my brain for various reasons. He was amazed. When he told me he was in contact with the producers of a new movie about the Pranksters, I told him they are heading for The Cliff.

“Watching a film about someone on acid is the most boring thing ever invented, even more boring then watching some dude floss his teeth!”
“How so?” asked Mr. Cobian.

WE all have something inside of us that needs to get out – is what I should have said – and then kept my mouth shut. After giving Rick an interesting answer, he said maybe he should put me in touch with these guys – before they start filming. I knew that was not going to happen, because folks had already got in line and were blowing a lot of sugar up each others ass. No one wants to hear the truth from someone who might know something – at this stage!

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The Willow Maree Rosamond Series

Posted on January 19, 2022 by Royal Rosamond Press

The Willow Maree Rosamond Series

by

John Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co. ‘A newspaper for the Arts’

Copyright 2022

Two weeks ago my therapist exclaimed with deep concern and wonder;

“How did you survive?!”

In two weeks I will show her the photograph on The Cheetah’s my childhood social club consisting of myself and my three great friends. Together we created a very magic world full of imagination and play-acting. We built forts and roads. We had a bunker! I was ‘The Fearless Leader’ with an unlimited imagination. I created our world – The Cheetah World.

On January 13, 2022, I reborn my daughter and gave her a new name…..

WILLOW MAREE ROSAMOND

Alas, she will be the muse I wanted her to be – that she deserved to be! Around Willow I will create a historic-fictional world based on some rare facts! Gone will be the evil input and lies of outsiders who plotted to own the estate of Christine Rosamond Benton – before she drowned in March of 1994.

Willow Maree Rosamond will own a prestigious art gallery in Carmel, and a famous house that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. Her brother, John Vincent Rosamond, lives in the Hancock House on Beacon Hill that belonged to Connecticut Rose who was captured by Indians, along with her infant son. Rose had married Captain Isaac Hull of the U.S.S. Constitution. The Hancock House was tragically torn down and will be rebuilt in a fictional manner employing real history.

I will author a series of Willow books and send out a proposal for a series. Perhaps there will be a movie? I would love to be the Art Director! There will be illustrations for the Willow Series. Here is The Rose Wing Art Gallery I created four years ago.

P.S. I just sent this message to Marie-Clare who I am considering to illustrate one of the Willow Book. Her work reminds me of William Morris one of the founding fathers of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and the Arts and Crafts Movement. Marie said she is inspired by guilds. How about the American Pre-Raphaelite Sisterhood.

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I am conducting a search for women artists of Carmel. You are the first to catch my eye. Can I use “my ancestor painted carriages.” I am still chuckling. It – explains so much! There is no need for further questioning. On this post is a Jaguar I named ‘Grey Cloud’ It belongs to Victoria Rosemond Bond. I and my late sister are kin to Ian Fleming. She is the late and famous Carmel Artist – Rosamond. If I sell my series, I will commission you to paint it. I have recently transcended the depths of crass commercialism, that is now a Steinway named….Rosamond! https://rosamondpress.com/2022/01/19/the-willow-maree-rosamond-series/

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The Rose Wing

Posted on May 2, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press

The work of Disney Artist, Eyvind Earle, hung in the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel. Eyvind illustrated ‘Sleeping Beauty’.

It is time to promote my muse and the television series she will star in, called

‘The Rose Wing’.

It’s about a Dutch Artist and Model, who moves to Carmel California and opens a gallery and fashion boutique. Right away, Arion Roozmonde is puzzled by the looks her first visitors give her. They wander about, like ghosts.

“Are, you related to Christine? Who gave you permission to paint like her. My God, look at these clothes!”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Rosamond!”

“I am Roozemond!”

I am going to contact Clint Eastwood and see if he will produce  ‘The Rose Wing’ and ‘Victoria Bond’. I see Lara living in Carmel – by the sea!

In 1974 Christine offered to teach me her style so I could be rich and famous, too. There was a mystery artist doing imitation Rosamonds. I can do Arion Roozemond’s paintings that will hang in the set-gallery, that will be famous. Tourists would come watch the shoot. They will want a Roozemond, who signs her work by her first name………..

Arion

I want a studio above the gallery. I want Euro Models to fly in. I will pick them up in Greyhaven.  They will be chaperoned by French female foil masters. When someone wants a Arion, they ring a buzzer, and I send one down the dumbwaiter. In fact, I just wrote myself into the series.

I will be Orson Welles, like, running about the courtyard in my fancy bathrobe – guarded by my babes, who ask;

“When are your going to get around to painting us? You’re such a bull-shitter!”

Sondra Locke played Jennifer Spencer, an artist who lives in a house by the sea, in Sudden Impact. I would like Sondra to play an artist who owned a gallery next to Rosamond’s gallery. She fills Arion in, bit, by bit, with very cryptic and surreal language.

The Rose Wing is about the formation of a Guild, that never declares itself such. But, there is a mutual bond that they try to define so that their lives can be real. They agree they are Master Illusionists, who like to get a pay day, but, hey struggle with commercialization, and the idea they had sold their soul to the devil to get where they are. What had become of their spiritual nature they swore they would never allow to be compromised?

There is an antique upright in Roozemond’s gallery. It came with the lease. Though it was slightly out of tune, it brings Arion much solace – and she did not care to analyze, why? When Arion plays, her music floats through the artistic community, like a ghost. There are dark men in the art world. They come here to hide. Arion’s tune, always finds them.

One evening, while Arion was on a ladder hanging some track lighting, she felt a presence watching her. Looking down, she beheld a dapper gentleman with a white beard.

“I am wondering why your gallery has no name, no marquee.”

“That’s because I have not come up with one!”

“May I make a suggestion?”

“Be my guest!”

“How about…………The Rose Wing?”

Arion felt a tingling come up her legs and resonate at the top of her head!”

“That’s…………”

Arion looked down, and he was gone.

“……….perfect.”

Arion Roozemond worked late into the night accompanied by her large Franz Schubert collection that was the cause of her break-up with her husband, who tolerated Franz.

“He’s sooooooooooo tedious! He never gets to the point. Why the Gestapo adored him, is beyond me. Schubert was too civilized. Where’s the bravado?”

Arion felt her ears glowing the color of steel just taken out of the forge.

“Speaking of getting to the point. Where’s the baby you promised me. Have you ever gotten a woman pregnant?”

Arion left her husband’s dinner plate the way he left it – for a week! She could not believe he stormed out of the house – without a word! Looking at the mold grow on the Bush’s baked beans he loved so dearly, and, the deflated kernels on the con of cob his teeth tore into, Arion had enough! She rose up, grabbed the plate, stomped on the peddle of the garbage can, and let him go!

“Fuck you – too!”

Finally, her master[piece was………

“Finished!”

She rendered her Rose Wing on a metal sign that was made to hang on the ornate wrought iron arm that was bolted into the red brick next to the carriage light. She began with one rose then smaller roses grew from those red roses, that tapered down to become wings. She thought about putting words on her marquee, but, it spoke for itself!

“Tattoo! I’ve always wanted a tattoo! The Question is, where to put it?”

Then, another question came to her, that ruined her……Victory? It formed at the core of her being, her very soul. It almost reached her lips, but – she grabbed the ladder and rushed outside.

“I have to stop talking to myself.”

Knowing she was too wound up to go to sleep, Arion put on ‘Rosamunde Air’ and did her Tai Chi……..till the first light, appear.

She did not know she was being watched. When she went outside to breath in the morning air, she suppressed a scream when a white owl flew down from the tree, picked up a mouse in it beak, and flew back into the tree.

Is this a good omen, or bad? Arion did not move her lips, because she thought she saw movement in the shadow.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

Tom Snyder and the Rowdy Girls

More Inherent Vice

Posted on December 14, 2014 by Royal Rosamond Press

The art director for the movie ‘Inherent Vice’ works with the mural of Gaspar de Portola in Pynchon’s book. I suspect Tom is paying homage to our ex-wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen, who is an artist in the same family tree as the Benton muralist, who are kin to ‘The Trailblazer’ John Fremont. Above is a mural in my local post office where I got my pass port. These doors are entrances to another dimension that art directors are hired to locate. I thought about being a art director so I could be someone, and thus not make folks around me, nervous with my unlimited imagination and talent in many fields. Calling me insane allows folks to come in my being, and take all they can!

My late brother-in-law was the muralist to the Stars. He was married to the actress, Harlee McBride, and acted himself.

At the top is a photo of my ex-girlfriend, Karen Holly, an artist like her father. She is standing on a bridge in Venice California where ‘Inherent Vice takes place. We had gone down to LA in 1986. I asked my friend, Paul Drake, to reserve us a room in a sleazy hotel in Santa Monica. The Flamingo is a art director’s dream that Karen got wise to, she doing a rendition of a skid-row movie star.  In the background is a sight-seer bus. Paul used to drive one in San Francisco in 1978. At my wife’s suggestion he took up acting, and became a famous villain in Clint Eastwood’s ‘Sudden Impact’. As Mick, he gang rapes Susan Lockley under the pier at Santa Cruz.

Here is Paul in Beverley Hills Cop. My ex told Drake he looks like the actor, Stacey Keach.

“Why don’t you take up acting?”

When I told Paul the portrait Susan did in the movie, looked like him, he got defensive, and weird.

“That’s a self-portrait!” the non-artist said, trying to get us back down to reality.

“Yeah. But you, as Mick, raped her and her sister, and her undying hatred of you is consuming her soul. She is – becoming you!”

“I don’t see it. You’re full of shit!”

That’s a photo of me with Dottie Witherspoon, a kind of  Reese Witherspoon, who stars in Pynchon’s WORK OF FICTION.

EXTRA! I just discovered that my ex-brother-in-law, Rick Partlow, was very close with Lana Clarkson, the actress murdered by Phil Spector. Rick was at my wedding reception. He is an actor who won an Emmy for his foley work. Add to this the drama of the screenwriter of The Rowdy Girls, you got quite a Hollywood story – full of real vice!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2014

Garth Benton, a Los Angeles native who moved to Carmel in 1981, studied art at UCLA and Art Center College of Design. He found his artistic niche when he saw an 18th-Century-style mural at the Beverly Hilton Hotel.
“I was 22 at the time, and I knew that was what I wanted to do,” he says. “I’ve always loved art history, so it was perfect.”

Rather than pursue a trademark look of his own, he learned to emulate art of many different periods. “My style is not to have my own style. Instead, I assimilate characteristics of the period I’m depicting,” he says. “Here at the Getty, the murals are part of the ambience. Nobody is supposed to say they are better than the art in the museum.”

The Getty murals are re-creations of paintings discovered in a country house near Pompeii and now in the collection of New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. Norman Neuerberg, a scholar of Greek and Roman antiquities, researched the motifs, which Benton executed in acrylic paint on the plaster walls.
Water damage, concrete shrinkage and seismic movement have caused cracks and flaking in the murals over the past two decades. Returning to the Getty this past summer, Benton has filled fissures and repainted damaged areas of the most elaborately decorated garden wall. During the coming year he will refurbish remaining sections.
Repair work might seem to be a bit of a bore, but Benton is delighted with the project. “This is like going home,” he says.

“To master artist Garth Benton, and his two talented daughters, and with gratitude for your beautiful additon to our new home.”
– Rhonda “Mann” Flemming

Clientele
(Partial List)
Mr. and Mrs. Bob Hope
Pres. and Mrs. Gerald Ford
Ms. Barbra Streisand
Mr. Sidney Sheldon
HRH Prince Saud Al Faisal
Ms. Carol Burnett
Mr. and Mrs. David L. Wolper
Ms. Jaclyn Smith
The J.Paul Getty Museum
M.H. De Young Memorial Museum
Mr. Danny Kaye
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Singleton
Mr. And Mrs. Mickey Rudin
Mr. Dean Martin
Mr. Hugh Hefner
Fluor Corporation
Ralph M. Parsons Company
Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Firestone
The Beverly Hilton Hotel
Squaw Valley Inn
Mr. Richard Cohen
Lily and Richard Zanuck
Mr. and Mrs. George Doheny
Princess of Iran
Ms. Polly Bergen
Mrs. Walt Disney
Ms. Pamela Mason
Mr. and Mrs. Jim Knight
Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Spelling
Mr. and Mrs. Kirk Douglas
Mr. Jerry Magnin
Mr. and Mrs. Warren Clark
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Maguire
Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Resnick
Ms. Danielle Steel
Mr. David Nutt, Esq.

Garth Benton is Dead

Harlee McBride is an actress and the wife of actor/comedian Richard Belzer since 1985.[1] She is best known for Young Lady Chatterley (1977), an R-rated film based on the erotic classic Lady Chatterley’s Lover, and its 1985 sequel.
She has occasionally appeared in TV shows and movies, including as a medical examiner on Homicide: Life on the Street, which starred Belzer.

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Lana Jean Clarkson (April 5, 1962 – February 3, 2003) was an American actress and fashion model. During the 1980s she rose to prominence in several sword-and-sorcery films. In February 2003, Clarkson was fatally shot by songwriter and producer Phil Spector in the lobby of his mansion. Spector was charged and convicted of second degree murder on April 13, 2009.[1]

Set during the days of the Roman Empire, a simple village is preparing for the wedding of their king and queen. Suddenly, it is raided by Roman troops, and most of the people are whisked off to be slaves or killed. The queen, Amathea, (Lana Clarkson), and two of her best female warriors survive the attack and set off to liberate Amathea’s sister (Dawn Dunlap) (who had been raped in the raid and is set to become the Roman centurion’s concubine) and king Argan (who is sent to the gladiator arena).

http://www.metmuseum.org/exhibitions/listings/2014/thomas-hart-benton

Tom Snyder and the Rowdy Girls

http://www.npr.org/2014/12/13/369599571/adapting-inherent-vice-made-director-felt-like-a-student-again

RUTH DE JONG, ART DIRECTOR: The Gaspar de Portolá painting in Pynchon’s book is just a small piece in a hallway. But we decided it would serve well as a backdrop to a scene in which the mysteries of Los Angeles unfold. We liked the idea of having Doc look completely out of place in a private club. When we didn’t find an existing location, we re-dressed the lower lobby of the Los Angeles Theatre in downtown L.A. The room had a combination of wood and plaster paneling, and we added the booths, tables, chairs, and drapes.

DAVID CRANK, PRODUCTION DESIGNER: Paul really wanted to include the painting described in the book. He liked the idea of magnifying this explorer who led an 18th-century expedition through what is now Los Angeles. We found a mural of Portolá at the Compton post office. It matched the book’s description, down to the vegetable crates. I went to the post office one day and hoisted up a ladder to photograph the thing. I reworked the center portion of the mural and had it reproduced on canvas.

https://stories.californiasunday.com/2014-12-07/pynchon-inherent-vice-los-angeles/

Set in 1970, as the counterculture is beginning to curdle, Thomas Pynchon’s novel Inherent Vice revolves around a perpetually stoned private eye named Doc Sportello. Tripping through a smoggy fever dream of Los Angeles, he runs across drug-­trafficking dentists, white-supremacist bikers, corrupt cops, and utopian surfers. This surreal noir turned out to be ideal source material for the filmmaker Paul Thomas Anderson. Inherent Vice belongs to a long line of Anderson films, like Boogie Nights, There Will Be Blood, and The Master, that tells the shadow history of California.

To capture the look and feel of Pynchon’s alternative Los Angeles, Anderson turned to production designer David Crank and art director Ruth De Jong. The two have collaborated not just on several Anderson films but also on Terrence Malick’s The Tree of Life and To the Wonder. In addition to rummaging through archival photos, Crank and De Jong pored over films from the period (The Graduate and John and Mary) and traveled throughout Southern California — in search of images and locations that evoked the ’60s as they came to a mythic and tawdry end. — Cameron Bird

After becoming friends on Facebook, my ex-wife, who was married to Thomas Pynchon, said we could communicate again but “No drama!”

In the third photo from the top we see Marilyn in the dress she made. Behind her, sitting on the grass is Joan, Mary Ann Tharaldsen’s best friend, who arrived late for Thanksgiving, and found seven members of her family blown away by Black radicals who used shotguns. Joan’s father was a CEO for Standard Oil, and was chosen to deliver a message. Marilyn’s sister was a radical in France and co-authored ‘Fela – This Bitch of a Life’ that is a musical off-Broadway. Fela was befriended by the Black Panther. Bryan Maclean was supposed to show up for our wedding reception after he sang at our wedding – if he could get away from a prior engagement. He was a no-show like the night he was supposed to show-up at the Polanski residence, the night the Manson Killers butchered Sharon Tate, Bryan’s friend.

Not in these photos is Tim O’Connor and his French girlfriend. They have gotten Robert Miles, my father-in-law, to talk about the grizzly things he did in Vietnam. They were renegades who went out and collected necklaces of Vietocong ears. Tim’s father is the famous actor of the same name. Tim knew everyone in Venice where my brother-in-law lived. Christine lived there for a while. I dramatically saved Rena at the Venice Pier. My second girlfriend, Malinda Frank, was the lover of a twenty-four year old Venice Beat, whom her father had killed. My brother-in-law, Rick Partlow, was an actor who won an Emmy. Tim’s father gave his son a boat that he sailed thru the Storm of the Century and lives on it in Holland. I taught tripped with Tim and taught him the four chords Bryan taught me. Three if this songs were in the movie ‘Dead Calm’. Tim lived with my family for a while, and in the Victorian house with the Loading Zone, whose lead played keyboard in the Beach Boys last album.

Tim played with Peter Shapiro, lead guitarist for the Loading Zone at the wedding reception we held at our Oakland home where Peter stayed for a couple of weeks.

There were so many very dramatic stories present at my brother’s house in Venice, where he hosted a dozen dangerous people. There was a real risk in bringing them together. My mother grabbed my arm before I took Rick outside and kicked his ass.

The woman under the Flamingo Motel sign is Karen Holly, an artist who I believe gave birth to my son. My friend, Paul Drake booked us in the Flamingo after I asked him to surround us with NOIR. Paul played Mick in Eastwood’s ‘Sudden Impact’. He got into acting at Mary Ann’s suggestion. M took Paul on a tour of his art and he begged her to help him find a creative craft. She suggested acting, saying he looked like Stacey Keach. Paul rapes a female artist on the beach, and beats up Dirty Harry on the pier.

As my ex is telling me “No drama!” her ex is making a Dramatic Movie about hippies and surfers in Venice during the Manson Murders. Thomas is allowed “drama” because he is famous and rich. My claim to fame is that I screwed Pynchon’s ex who told me her hubby was a bore – who had no friends – and shut himself up in an old hotel in Mexico. I tried to discover if Pynchon and M did LSD together, or, smoked pot. M told me she promised Thomas she would not reveal anything about him. Well, it looks to me there was nothing to reveal! It looks to me I was doing all the HIPPIE DRAMA, surrounded by friends who invented Pop Culture.

Meanwhile, Pynchon is alone in his room playing with his imaginary, make-believe hipster buddies.

“She came along the alley and up the back steps the way she always used to. Doc hadn’t seen her for over a year. Nobody had. Back then it was always sandals, bottom half of a flower-print bikini, faded Country Joe & the Fish T-shirt. Tonight she was all in flatland gear, hair a lot shorter than he remembered, looking just like she swore she’d never look.” first paragraph, Inherent Vice”

Cry Macho! Please!

Posted on September 12, 2021 by Royal Rosamond Press

An Obscured View

The Autobiography of John Presco

Copyright 2021

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 Hills. That’s my godfather, Skip Sutter. He was a sergeant on the Oakland police department. He led about fifty officers against the Hell’s Angels and ended up in the hospital with broken ribs. He and Vic went to Oakland High School and were bad-asses along with Tom McKinny who sat atop the pyramid building as the president of TransAmerica title. Tom and Skip want Vic to join them, but, my father was a lone wolf. Vic refuses to take orders – from anybody! He was a real Oakland Badass.

For three weeks my old friend, Peter Shapiro and I have been sharing stories about living in Oakland at several locations. We lived on 13th. Street with the Loading Zone where I met Christine Wandel who wants me to send her one of my old typewriters. She wants to become a writer and write her own stories about the crazy relationship she had with the artist, Stefan Eins. They say you can’t go home again, and I suspect this is what Clint is trying to do. He was destined to be a Oakland Badass, but, he got a note from his producer excusing him from having – a real badass life!

The person that had a real bad-ass life, is my sister Christine. According to one of her three biographers, my older sister has successfully eluded detection for around four years. She hid in the closet and rendered amazing works of art with a flashlight. Where did she get the money for batteries? She was being oppressed by my mother and I. Why didn’t she approach Skip as he sat in our kitchen on San Sebastian, and plead for this very macho man to free her from a life of utter despair. My godfather carried a snub-nosed 38 in his back pocket in a leather case. The trigger was filed down.

“Please Sergeant Sutter! Help me! I could really be rendering large masterpieces if I did not have to work in the dark in a confined place. Come, come upstairs and see my studio!”

I have been talking with my therapist about how our family did not surviving the Illusion of Rosemond’s success. I have been studying how Liz Taylor survived the Fantasy- Making. How about Clint? Perhaps he should take me with him so we can walk down those mean streets together. Side my side. Eastwood was at Rosamond’s side when she presented the portrait of Jimmy Stewart she did to the famous actor. Why didn’t she take the Mayor of Carmel aside?

“Please! In God’s name help me. I can’t get out of the closet I was raised in. I never feel safe! Play Misty for me!

“If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.”

There are two movie scripts about Rosamond. Can you envision the scene, where Christine, after somehow knowing all five members of her family are asleep, she quietly gets out of bed, careful not to wake Vicki she shares a bedroom with, and goes into the closet, turns on her sacred flashlight, and works for a couple hours before getting back in bed. Does she rise and shine when the other do? Did she go into my bedroom to see what masterpieces I have rendered – in the open – with my mother’s full approval, she coming upstairs to praise me, and give me strokes? How diabolical! Add to this the suggestion I helped loot Christine’s house after the funeral, then, I might be the most villainess artist that ever lived. You could say my reputation as an artist – is utterly destroyed – making it impossible for me to pick up a brush ever again – because I know every gallery will reject me. Serves me right – you say! But, I was an innocent – BOY!

But, what if these accusations – are not true? Who then would be the most villainess artist in history? Christine did not take up art until she was twenty-four. After reading the account of the looting I asked my therapist if she thought this was true, after all, it’s about a famous person – and it is in a book!

“Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be carted away. The artist’s closet, a veritable mother lode – took the worst beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings. Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but to no avail.”

My friend Michael Harkins was with me after the funeral. He was a good friend of Michael McClure who wrote about a famous Hell’s Angel. After reading the coroner’s report, he said;

“I think your sister was murdered.”

Vicki Presco showed me our sister’s autobiography that was disappeared. I suspect she was going after her ex-husband, a well-known actor and artist. Was Garth Benton aware of the number Rosamond did on me? How about Executor Sydney Morris – before he gave permission for Stacey Pierrot to make movies from her books ghost writers penned? Did Garth believe Christine was a very villainess artist? Will I find evidence he did in the divorce papers? What if Rosamond took after her father, who was a dangerous psychopath? Look at the look on Christine’s face, then look at my face.

I will be employing Famous Illusion Makers to be free of this fabricated hell. Liz and Clint know what I have been subjected to. We are victims. Liz says she was abused by movie people at nine years of age. The real story might be how two children born of Vic and Rosemary could have been so – TALENTED! Was Rosemary abducted by aliens on two occasions? Vic called me Rosemary’s Baby because I pulled a big butcher knife on him when I was twelve. He had come to take Vicki on a drunken drive.

That’s me with Gloria Ehlers at Alien Rock on Mount Tamalpias. She was close with the White Panthers, a brother and sister act who did legal work for the Black Panthers. We used to go to the Alley Cat where Gloria would sing Betsey Smith tunes.

Cry Macho! Please!

Julie A. Lynch – Christine Rosamond Biographer | Rosamond Press

Christine Rosamond – The Movie | Rosamond Press

Given that it is an Eastwood film, “Cry Macho” features a certain amount of action and jeopardy, including the actor throwing a punch (“It might not be as good as I’ve thrown in the past but it was fun to do it”) and getting on a horse for the first time since “Unforgiven” three decades ago.

“The wrangler was worried. She was saying, ‘Be careful, be careful now.’ She was scared I’d end up on my rear end,” Eastwood remembers. “But if you treat the horse like a buddy, he’ll take care of you.”

https://www.crymachofilm.com/

https://freshedits.com/spotlight/the-incredible-life-of-clint-eastwood/

The Eastwoods of Oakland

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

In the biography of Clint Eastwood by Patrick McGilligan ‘Clint, The Life and Legend’ I read this on page 30.

“Glenview, near Ardley Avenue, Crocker Highlands (named for the banking Crockers, who donated the site) and Frank Havens School (named for one of the Piedmont city fathers – three of the grammar schools the boy attended – were within a close radius of Piedmont. Haven was already a local institution, and one day, at Crocker Highlands, the tousel-haired boy sat for a class photograph with schoolmates that included Jackie Jensen, the future outfielder for the Boston Red Sox.*

The American Leagues most valuable player in 1958”

My grandmother, Melba Wilkins, raised the Jensen brothers after their parents were divorced, and their mother had a nervous breakdown and was hospitalized. Jackie and Bobby Jensen went to Oakland High with my father, Vic Presco, who was present when his daughter presented her portrait of the actor, Jimmy Stewart, in Carmel. Mayor Clint Eastwood was present. Vic wore a white suit and tried to upstage Jimmy who he looked like when young. Bobby taught art at McCheznie Junior High where all four Presco children attended. We also went to Glenview Elementary – and so did Clint when his family moved to Ardley Avenue where my good friend, Burl Aldridge lived. Clint also lived on Woodhaven Way that is down the street from where the Harkins family lived, on Pinehaven. Were these two streets named after Frank Havens?

My friend, Sparky, lived on Pinehaven as did Bruce Perlowin, the King of Pot, who has a movie coming out. Sparky got his name after a crazy women in the Piedmont Loundge (in Oakland) frisked him for a piece, she mistaking him for a real bad dude named Sparky. My friend was asked to contribute to the movie ‘The Doors’ he a good friend of Jim Morrison, but refused, saying Stone would not do Jim justice. The bar scene in Sudden Impact was very authentic.

What amused me about this biography was the attempt to get a very famous movie star out of Oakland all together, and permanently place him in Piedmont, which was once ranked in the top 10 wealthiest places to live in America. I had stumbled on this book after telling the Librarian I might come upon something while looking for books on boat building. I am thinking of building a Shanty Boat and living in Alaska – as a total recluse. After reading about 32 pages, I showed the librarian my find, and told her some of my family history.

My mother wanted to get Vic into movies. But, he hated all those “phonies” as he put it. Vic looked like the guy on the Oakland Raiders emblem and wore a black patch after crazy Dee-Dee knocked his eye out with a five pound ashtray! Did he eyeball Clint with his good eye, or his bad? Vic smuggled his last wife over the Mexican border in a marijuana shipment, and was in with the Mexican Mafia.

“Duck Vic. Incoming!” Says Vic’s old war buddy on Iwo Jima.

Yep! If it were not for real bad guys in the world, like my Pops, Clint would be out ofa job -and his offspring out of a reality show Did I tell you my Godfather, Sergeant Skip Sutter, also went to highscool with Jackie Jensen, the Golden Boy. Skip led fifty Oakland cops against the Hell’s Angels at their Oakland clubhouse – and ended up in the hospitca for two weeks. It was a showdown – with gloved fists.

“Right turn, Clyde!”

When I read the Eastwoods were a long line of Cartman who delivered the vegetables they grew in the city, all of a sudden, I was not mad at my daughter anymore. I was furious because she and her boyfriend got in the way of the most creative project of my life, which was to turn our family story into a HBO series, or, a Soap Opera, for the reason we are the no man lands for the cultural Warfare that wages in our nation. With the mention of Jackie Jensen we now had a real foothold in history, and, I own some credibility, for there are just a handful of folks who lived in Oakland that became famous, because being real has its own rewards, an idea that is going out of fashion. Jack London took full advantage ofhard Oakland Reality – like Clint.

Clint Eastwood, and Christine Rosamond Benton – along with Jackie Jensen – are at the top of the list. Then there is my friend, Paul Drake, one of the most famous movie villains of all time, because he played Mick in Eastwood’s movie, ‘Sudden Impact’. Just as McGilligan employed my Oakland history in his biography, I could employ Clint’s in Rosamond’s biography, because Vic was the president of Acme Produce, my father working out of an old Victoria warehouse in Jack Lond Square. I wondered if Clint was a Lumper as a teenager. Did his Cartman kindred put him to work as a teenager loading and hauling produce like my brother and I.

I suddenly had empathy for Vic, and wished I could write only nice things about him, because he tried. Not everyone can be famous and successful. I thought about redoing my autobiography, taking all the kinks out of it, and present it as smooth sailing Waltonish fairytale that would put everyone in a good light. But, poo-pooh happened, and will aways happen to us all as you will read in regards to a $100,000 dollar handbag.

An hour ago, while surfing channels, I saw on the Entertainment channel ‘Mrs. Eastwood and Company’. I was floored as I watched a famous photographer fighting with his Muse, who is Clint’s daughter from a previous marriage, named Francesca, a name that appears on page 30. I am then watching the maid push a giant turtle around in the Eastwood home in Pebble Beach where the Benton’s lived, and their daughters, Jessica, Shannon, and Drew. There is talk about fifteen year old Morgan getting pregnant if her mother, Dina Eastwood, allows her to throw a a crazy drinking party. Consider the famous fashion photographer, Stephen Silverstein who did of a study of Marilyn in Malibu, and Rena, my Muse. Before my eyes Rosamond Women were everywhere!

Then, in the door walks The Man of the House, the Tan Man with a Rolex watch that I suggested Heather’s aunt wanted her to marry – and that I long claimed was the kind of Dad my daughter always wanted – and prayed for – before she ever lay eyes on me!

No! I am a real Oakland Boy who has not copped out and gone to Hollywierd. And all my friends were bad-ass Okland lads, that Clint claims he was, he learning to call folks “assholes” because he grew up in Oakland – and went to Oakland Tech about a quarter mile of my apartment on Broadway, where Heather was conceived, and where she lived with Randall Delpiano her fake father, who is another famous dude from Oakland.

Stay tuned, folks! It’s time to see how the other half live, those scallywags and hillbillies that Mr. Tough guy left in his wake! It’stime to go – Back to Oakland – where I lived with the Loading Zone from wence The Tower of Power came. The Eastwood pal around with a boy band from Australia, that look like ___ ____and would get their ass kicked if they walked in downtown Oakland looking like that! This is a fake band like the Monkeys whom my friend, Bryan McClean of ‘Love’ auditioned for. Bryan dated Lisa Minelli in Junior High.

You are only as good as your badist bad guy! That’s a pic of Paul waving a piece. Paul was Heather’s neighbor and played Roach in the T.V. series ‘Fresno’ that spoofed Dynasty and Dallas. Are these Pebble Beach folks – for real? Pebble Beach is a sissy name! The bad guy turns out to be one of the stars because he destroyed a $100,000 dollar handbag – and now offers to donate to charity because fans complained! Get real! This is no Reality Show! Time for a Reality Transfusion. Time to get back to your Oakland roots and let the world behold the – real you! Com’on Clint. Let it all hang out!

How about forming a charity in the hoods of Oakland that help little old ladies that have had their cheap handbags snatched?

“Here you go, Mam. A gift cirtificate for Wal-Mart, care of the Eastwoods – and you know who!”

“To hell with that! I want a new Glock! They got my gun. I want my gun back. Make my day! There’s some bad mother f———s on my street! ”

Hmmmm! Welfare Gun Queen For a Day! Now we’re talking. Lights! Cameras! Action!

This handbag should have never been made. It screams “Let them eat cake.” It is the Eastwood Trojan Horse that was let in, and out pour all those socialists who took hold in blue collar Oakland

Who needs Dirty (old) Harry when you got old ‘Bait Broads’ roaming the street, packing some serious heat – and delivering the most famous movie line – of all time!

Time to spread the wealth! Clint has been hogging the show for too long!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

Dirty Harry and Oakland Jonny

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Royal Rosamond Press

Clint Eastwood is a famous actor who played a larger then life fictional character, Lieutenant Callahan. Clint grew up in Oakland, then went to LA to attend acting school. He never looked back, never got in a fist fight, never looked down the barrel of a gun, never shot someone. Mr. Eastwood made his fortune in Hollywood, and prides himself on being a Republican capitalist right-wing patriot. He understands he is affecting the way the average smuck in the street, votes. Obviously he enjoys the yuppie lifestyle his kindred exhibit on the reality show ‘Mrs. Eastwood and Company’ aired on the Entertainment channel.

Check out the Rosamond-like painting of Morgon Eastwood in this trailer. Heather thought it would be like this, when we found each other in 2000, and the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel.

Above is a photo of me getting off a train in Eugene Oregon in 1987. I am about to enter rehab. I have had enough. I have become bigger then life. I have moved out of a converted water tower in Oakland where I have come under the protection of a very dangerous crack gang. They consider me a member of the hood. I knew the leaders when they were children. I have taken on the persona ‘Oakland Jonny’. The Sumer of Love is surely at an end. There is no love in crack. None!

When I graduated from the New Hope program at Serenity Lane, I did a skit on Jonny wearing my players hat I bought in downtown Oakland. My childhood friend, Nancy Hamren, was there. She got me on the bus, she at the core of the Kesey family legacy.

Above are photos of a phone and desk with the words “Baba Bruce”. This phone belongs to Bruce Perlowin who shows off his new office in Las Vegas. Bruce was the largest pot smuggler in history. He lived in the basement of my surrogate mother’s house on Pinehaven Road where these pics were taken. Above the phone is Perlowin’s ex-wife, Svetlana Ogorodnikova, who was a famous Russian spy that Bruce met while in the federal prison. Wanda’s second bonr son married Bruce’s ex-wife. Bruce was in business with Abbie Hoffman and would go down in the basement where I spent many a night before Bruce got out on parole.

This was a revival of the Hippie Movement that cost law enforcement billions of dollars to oppress. The billion dollar War on Drugs has been declared a failure. Who wasted most of those hippie wanna-be punks in Sudden Impact? A. A middle calss caucasion housewife who later found Jesus and became a Tea Party Patriot who campaigned for Sarah Palin. She was the first ‘Momma Grizzly’ thanks to Dirty Harry filing a false police report in order to set free – THE VICTIMS OF THE LIBERAL LEFT.

Bruce and my father, Capitan Vic, are larger then life. Bruce ‘The King of Pot’ had an article in the Oakland Tribune where he was looking for a job that would employ his organizational skills. I arranged a interview with Captain Victim, and they met at my father’s Lafayette home. Vic did not hire Bruce, because he did not grasp the idea that one could make all the money in the world by making bad real-estate loans that bordered on Loan Sharking. Bruce was too much of an idealist, he into Creative and Compassionate Capitalism, which is much like my Bohemian Bank idea that Kenny Reed ad Rick Cobian rejected.

Above is a photo of two men, one a Puerto Rican whose kindred tried to assassinate President Harry Truman. He grew up in Harlem. The other guy is Choo-Choo Joe who lived in a classic rail car in a train car in a Oakland Park. Joe served in the 101 Airborne. Our mutual friends fled from El Salvador to Oakland. One became a cop. We used to party with the Oakland police.

The guy in uniform with cigar, is my father-in-law, Robert Miles. He served in the 101 in Vietnam, and is six months younger then me. Most of his platoon buddies were black, and dopers. They would go on missions and come back with a neckless of Vietcong ears around their necks. No one dare fuck with these guys. Within minutes of meeting Robby, he called me outside, knocked me on my ass, and wanted to fight. Mr. Eastwood, the actor, sends out powerful messages he is this kind of man. Robby is the real McCoy – who killed many human beings.

The woman in the turquoise dress is my mother, Rosemary, who born four children. She is thirty three in this photo. She made porno movies for the Mafia around this time, for Big Bones Bremmer the only proven Mafia guy on the west coast. Big Bones owned card rooms in Emeryville where Rosemary worked for Rucker. Rosemary told me the mob owned garbage and landfill companies that were filling in the bay.

The woman wrapped in the curtain is Karen Holly. I believe she fathered my child, a son named William, or, Bill. Before she went into rehab she wanted to drive to LA to meet Rosemary. Why? In looking back I believe her doctor told her if she kept drinking she would lose her baby – she told me nothing about. After I got sober, I got wise, and gave her a call.

“His name is Bill. He has blonde hair. He is not yours.” Karen offered.

“Did I ask?” and there was silence. I did not know for sure if I had a daughter at this time. Above is a photo of Heather Hanson, who was growing up while my life was in the balance. She had blonde hair that runs in our family with some kindred, this a Rosamond trait that may come from Radbot the Viking Rover.

Paul Drake had made reservations at the Flamingo near the Santa Monica peir after I told him I was coming down to LA.

“Get me a room with some Bohemian class. Karen is an artist.”

Paul played Mick in Sudden Impact.

The woman with her back to us is my ex-wife, Marianne Thoraldson, who is kin to Erick the Red, and was the mistress of the reclusive Thomas Pynchon. She has come to take me out of the bad hood I lived in and is in a showdown with my crazy Mexican neighbor who dropped a big hunk of steel on his toe and is suing his boss.
In Oakland, a real con is born every second.

That’s me and my Cadillac on Pinehaven Road, and Pops at the wheel of his Chris Craft, he jugging past the place his father lived in a house boat, he a famous Barbary Coast Gambler. Victor will soon become a player in the Art World when he formed a partneship with his two daughters, one the world famous artist, Rosamond, who would a month later form a partnership with Lawrence Chazen, a ficinacial advisor for J. Paul Getty who Andrew Cuomo of HUD accused of being a Loan Shark after he made a preditory loan to Mrs. Aikens who grandson played football with Mark Presco and Oakland High, he apearing with my brother in a year book. Maryk wanted to be another Golden Boy like Jackie Jensen.

Above is Vic and his business partner, whose brother was the head of the Meixan Mafia in San Quinton. Vic would drink with Art all night then brag to me about how he was a made man. The Captian would stay in his bathrobe all day, like Vinnie the Chin Giante. He was the singing Don, a member of the Barbershop Quartet. When you here this crooner crowing, the grimm reaper is not far behind.

My daughter hates me because I stopped drinking and drugging, because I was way biffer then life, and walked the hood with a white rabbit on a silver chain. I had to let that rabbit go. If I hadn’t, she would have never met her father. I love this Lost Child – to death! She has got to get a clue! My Oakland friends offered to take care of Heather’s fake father when he was outside my abode with a baseball bat screaming I was a dead man. Patrice Hanson said he was born of a dnferous Cicilian family.

But for Bruce Perlowin, and Mick getting blown off that roller coaster in Santa Cruz, Callahan and his ilk never busted me and my boys in the hood.

Jon Presco a.k.a. Oakland Jonny

Copyright 2012

FAQ: Assassination Attempt on President Truman’s Life
Two Puerto Rican nationalists, Oscar Collazo and Griselio Torresola, attempted to assassinate President Truman on November 1, 1950. They arrived in Washington D.C. the day before from the Bronx in New York City, where they were active in the Puerto Rican Nationalist Party. They thought the assassination would call attention to Puerto Rico and advance the cause of Puerto Rican independence.
On the morning of November 1, they prepared for the assault. Torresola, a skilled gunman, taught Collazo how to load and handle a gun. They familiarized themselves with the area near Blair House, across the street from the White House, where they would stage the assault. (The Truman family stayed in the Blair House during renovation of the White House from 1948 to 1952). Collazo and Torresola planned to approach the house from opposite directions and shoot their way inside. In the ensuing gun battle, Collazo and Torresola traded gunfire with White House policemen and secret service agents. They wounded three White House policemen but never reached the interior of the house. One of the wounded policemen, Private Leslie Coffelt, managed to fire one bullet and hit Torresola in the side of the head, killing him instantly. Coffelt died later that day at the hospital. Two other policemen, Donald Birdzell and Joseph Downs, were each hit more than once but recovered from their wounds. Collazo reached the steps of Blair House before collapsing with a gunshot wound to the chest. It was later found that only one shot fired by Collazo had hit anyone�his first shot, which wounded Private Birdzell. Torresola had inflicted all the other gunshot wounds on the three White House policemen. President Truman was taking a nap upstairs in Blair House when the shooting began. He rushed to a window and saw Collazo below on the front steps. A White House guard saw the President in the window and shouted to him to him to get down. The President obeyed.

A sadistic serial killer calling himself “Scorpio” (Andy Robinson) murders a young woman in a San Francisco swimming pool, using a high-powered rifle from a nearby rooftop. SFPD Inspector Harry Callahan (Clint Eastwood) finds a ransom message promising his next victim will be “a Catholic priest or a nigger” if the city does not pay $100,000. The chief of police and the Mayor (John Vernon) assign the inspector to the case.
While in a local diner, Callahan sees a bank robbery in progress and, alone with his revolver, he kills two of the robbers and wounds a third, challenging the man lying near a loaded shotgun:
I know what you’re thinking: “Did he fire six shots, or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: “Do I feel lucky?” Well do ya, punk?

BRUCE PERLOWIN, DON STEINBERG, AND THE FBI

Dear Roger Wilco,

True, neither the SEC nor FBI has as their high priority busting pump-and-dump schemes on the OTC Pinksheets.

But the FBI has a very keen interest in Bruce Perlowin and Don Steinberg. Trust me on this one thing.

To wit, the U.S. Marshalls Service violated Svetlana Ogorodnikova’s parole last year.

Ms. Ogorodnikova is Perlowin’s wife.

And don’t forget: Ms. Ogorodnikova was responsible for seducing and flipping the first FBI special agent to have ever been convicted of treason (Richard Miller). He was flipped for the promise of a mere $50,000 in gold.

The FBI’s “collective memory” does not quickly forget such things.

Incidentally, Ms. Ogorodnikova got lucky. She did not serve her full term. She was released in a spy-for-spy exchange. Russia released a scientist named Igor Sutyagin, who had been giving documents to the Central Intelligence Agency. The United States of America released Ms. Ogorodnikova.

The intrigue did not stop there, but I can’t discuss it on a public forum.

Be advised that I’ve been tracking Perlowin and Steinberg for most of my career.

As a whistleblower, I initiated the FDA bust against Perlowin’s Energy Wellness scam. Indirectly, I also put his co-conspirator James Folsom behind bars.

Also, I investigated Steinberg’s GlobalCom 2000, One World Communications, Club VivaNet (CVIV.pk) and his other pyramid marketing frauds.

Needless to say, Steinberg learned a lot about pyramid marketing schemes. Currently, he has replicated that business model at the Hemp Network.

Photographer Tyler Shields is trying to make amends for burning an expensive handbag on the E! reality series, Mrs. Eastwood & Company.
On Monday’s episode, Shields and his girlfriend, Francesca Eastwood (daughter of legendary actor/director Clint Eastwood), burned a $100,000 Birkin bag after putting a chainsaw to it.
The act led to fans calling the couple narcissistic and horrible for destroying something so expensive when the money it cost could have been used to help people in need.
However, Shields accepted the blame for the incident and is now making up for it by donating $100,000 to a needy family.

http://insidetv.ew.com/2012/04/08/eastwood-trailer/

There are three “nicer” grammar schools in the area around the Eastwood home in Piedmont, California, and a young Clint Eastwood managed to attend them all.

There was Glenview {just down the street from home}, the Frank Stevens School (named for a Piedmont city father), and “Crocker Highlands” (named for the Crocker banking family, who donated the site for the school).
[Pictured Left]

Note: Clint in the front row (3rd from right),
“Too Cool” to hold the banner.
Another interesting note is the boy on the left (squeezed out of the front row and refusing to join that female 2nd row) is young Jackie Jensen, future Boston Red Sox slugger, and 1958 American League MVP.
After completing grammar school, Clint followed in both his parent’s footsteps, and went to Piedmont Jr. High. Three years later (Jan. 1945), he graduated to Piedmont Sr. High School, located right next door to the Jr. High.
Things got a little rougher for Clint by the end of his first year at Piedmont High (Jan. 1946).

Eastwood was born on May 31, 1930, in San Francisco to Clinton Eastwood, Sr. (1906–70), a steelworker and migrant worker, and Margaret Ruth (née Runner; 1909–2006), a factory worker.

After his father died in 1970, Eastwood’s mother remarried to John Belden Wood (1913–2004) in 1972, and they remained married until his death 32 years later. Eastwood is of English, Irish, Scottish, and Dutch ancestry and was raised in a middle class home with his younger sister, Jean (born 1934).

Eastwood was born in San Francisco to Clinton Eastwood, Sr. (1906–70), a steelworker and migrant worker, and Margaret Ruth (née Runner; 1909–2006), a factory worker.[3] He was nicknamed “Samson” by the hospital nurses as he weighed 11 pounds 6 ounces (5.2 kg) at birth.[4][5][6] After his father died in 1970, Eastwood’s mother remarried to John Belden Wood (1913–2004) in 1972, and they remained married until his death 32 years later.[7] Eastwood is of English, Irish, Scottish, and Dutch ancestry[3][8] and was raised in a middle class home with his younger sister, Jean (born 1934).[9][10] His family relocated often as his father worked at different jobs along the West Coast, including at a pulp mill.[11][12] The family settled in Piedmont, California, where Eastwood attended Piedmont Junior High School and Piedmont Senior High School, taking part in sports such as basketball, football, gymnastics, and competitive swimming.[13] He later transferred to Oakland Technical High School where the drama teachers encouraged him to enroll in school plays, but he was not interested. As his family moved to different areas he held a series of jobs including lifeguard, paper carrier, grocery clerk, forest firefighter, and golf caddy.[14]

In 1950, Eastwood began a one-year stint as a lifeguard for the United States Army during the Korean War[15] and was posted to Fort Ord in California.[16] While on leave in 1951 Eastwood was a passenger onboard a Douglas AD bomber that ran out of fuel and crashed into the ocean near Point Reyes.[17][18] After escaping from the sinking aircraft he and the pilot swam 3 miles (5 km) to safety.[19]

Eastwood directed and starred in the fourth Dirty Harry film, Sudden Impact, which was shot in the spring and summer of 1983 and is considered the darkest and most violent of the series.[149] By this time Eastwood received 60 percent of all profits from films he starred in and directed, with the rest going to the studio.[150] Sudden Impact was the last film which he starred in with Locke. She plays a woman raped, along with her sister, by a ruthless gang at a fairground and seeks revenge for her sister’s now vegetative state by systematically murdering her rapists. The line “Go ahead, make my day” (uttered by Eastwood during an early scene in a coffee shop) is often cited as one of cinema’s immortal lines.

Things got a little rougher for Clint by the end of his first year at Piedmont High  School (Jan. 1946). Junior’s Dad, Clinton Sr., had picked up an old “beater” for his son to fix up and drive. Although too young to drive at 15, the lanky freshman was fast approaching his 6 ft. 4 in. height, a head taller than his classmates. Thanks to his height, the police never noticed that he was too young to be behind the wheel. Once he had the “old rattletrap” running, there was no reason to wait until he was legal. The first in his crowd to drive didn’t hurt in his high school social standing. He had always drawn attention from the females, but now he had a car… Awash with testosterone, he now found interests other than academics. Auto shop was now more important than Algebra, and his academic indifference began to show. By the end of the first year, his joyriding with the boys and time spent in the backseat of his car with the girls ( he lost his virginity at 14 & saw no reason to stop), resulted in a major drop in his grades.  It was, as Clint confessed in an interview, “Cars, girls, and beer”. Sporting a “ducktail” and leather jacket, he personified the new “Jimmy Dean” – “Elvis Presley” rebel. Hanging out at “Coffee Dan’s”, Omar’s Pizza, and sittin’ in on blues piano at Hambone Kelly’s in El Cerrito, now took priority over homework. Summer school didn’t do the trick and, as Clint’s Mom discreetly confessed, “He was asked not to come back to Piedmont High”.  Oakland Tech would now have a new student.

Jensen was born in San Francisco, California. His parents divorced when he was five, and he was raised by his mother, who frequently moved the family. After serving in the Navy toward the end of World War II, he became an All-American in two sports at the University of California. As a baseball pitcher and outfielder, he helped California to win the inaugural College World Series in 1947. He pitched Cal to victory in the regional final by outdueling Bobby Layne of Texas, and in the championship Cal defeated a Yale team featuring future President George Bush. As a football halfback, Jensen was a consensus All-American as a junior in 1948, becoming the first Cal player to rush for 1,000 yards. In the season-ending 7-6 victory over Stanford he ran for 170 yards, kicked a punt for 67 yards, and had a 32-yard run late in the game in a 4th-and-31 situation. Cal ended the regular season at 10-0 under coach Pappy Waldorf, winning a share of its first Pacific Coast Conference title in ten years, and Jensen placed fourth in the Heisman Trophy voting, with Doak Walker taking the award. In the 1949 Rose Bowl, Jensen scored a touchdown in the first quarter to tie the game 7-7, but 4th-ranked Cal was upset 20-14 by 7th-ranked Northwestern.
In 1949 Jensen, who batted and threw right-handed, left college after his junior year and signed with the Oakland Oaks in the Pacific Coast League. His contract – along with Billy Martin’s – was sold to the New York Yankees in 1950 with the intention of him being a backup for Joe DiMaggio. But he played in only 108 games for the Yankees over three years, primarily in left field. He appeared as a pinch runner for Bobby Brown in the eighth inning of Game 3 of the 1950 World Series against the Philadelphia Phillies, but was in the game only briefly before Johnny Mize popped up to end the inning. Jensen did not stay in the game defensively, and the Yankees completed a sweep of the Phillies in Game 4; he did not appear in the 1951 Series against the New York Giants.
Following the arrival of Mickey Mantle with the Yankees, in May 1952 Jensen was sent to the Washington Senators in a six-player deal, and he made his first All-Star team. He finished the season with a .286 batting average and 80 RBI, leading the league with 17 assists and placing third in the AL with 18 steals, a total he duplicated in 1953. He was traded to the Red Sox in December 1953, and led the AL with 22 steals in 1954, also finishing third in RBI (117) and fourth in home runs (25).

Victor Hugo – Last Bohemian

Posted on July 21, 2020 by Royal Rosamond Press

Raymond Chandler wrote about the people my grandfather hung around with, and did business with. The fact my mother made porno movies and was a prostitute for Big Bones Remmer, put’s me in the Black Mask revival, and put’s my fictional character, Smoky, on the Bohemian Gangster map.

John Presco

Elmer ‘Big Bones’ Remmer

https://www.cocohistory.org/essays-ccnavy.html

“Big Bones” of Scowtown

The Petticoat Navy of Contra Costa County

By William Mero

During the early 20th century, Martinez gained a colorful reputation for its unique fleet of floating brothels anchored in the middle of the river. Some of the most famous “boats of ill repute” were Wanda’s Scow, Margaret’s Scow and “Old Lady” Miller’s Scow. Police raids were regularly made but timely warnings always allowed their clients to be absent. Fines for running houses of prostitution provided significant revenue to the county for many years and became a practical method of taxing the profits of these illegal enterprises. Rumors suggest that some of the best customers of these watery “entertainment” boats were the local politicians, lawyers and judges. Their patronage may have provided protection for the illegal operations. Drinks were also sold allowing clients to socialize with the soiled Martinez mermaids before and after services rendered. According to court records, Margaret Bantz and Millie Landt were some of the most notorious water loving madams on the river.

During the 1920’s the floating pleasure palaces found that local objections and difficulty with access forced their closing. Among the ordinary citizens of Martinez the biggest complaint to the local police was the frequent ringing of various ship bells on the shore announcing that a client wished to be ferried out to a particular barge for an evening’s entertainment. It was one of the first recorded instance of a county noise pollution problem.

Open prostitution had been an accepted fact of life during the settling of Contra Costa County. Many county brothels masqueraded as “boarding houses” whose guests were exclusively young women. Many had interesting names. One famous house in western Contra Costa was called The Artists’ Tea Room. Of course, a request for tea would have been greeted with astonishment.

Women were always in short supply in this thinly settled, largely rural county. The early vaqueros, sheep headers and field hands led lonely lives without much opportunity to meet available women or, even more importantly, the financial ability to marry. Consequently brothels were widely tolerated or viewed as a necessary evil. In fact, it wasn’t until the early 1900’s in California that the ratio of women to men became nearly equal. Women were initially so scarce that during the 1850’s in San Francisco several madams were accepted as valued members of normal society. They often made large contributions to local charities out of their profits of sin. Mammy Pleasant, a famous Black madam, was a major donor to early African-American civil rights groups.

Romanticizing the brothels of the pioneer west can easily be carried too far. While providing a service valued by at least the male portion of the population, they also had a serious downside. Disease and violent crime were not uncommon where prostitution flourished. In the Chinese community many young Asian girls were sold by their families into prostitution and shipped off to the cribs of San Francisco. Many prostitutes used alcohol and drugs to excess. That combined with disease, often made for short, tragic lives. Some women did marry and leave the sporting life but this was comparatively rare.

Eventually Contra Costa outgrew its pioneer past and traditions. By 1952 the public tolerance of openly functioning brothels in Contra Costa County had worn thin. Under the urging of Attorney General Earl Warren, the remaining historic brothels were finally closed. One of the most famous houses shuttered at that time was located near Crockett under the Carquinez Bridge close to the old railroad tracks. The site was notorious for a establishment called the Golden Horseshoe, famous for its spicy selection of a dozen accommodating women who for many years entertained the local factory workers and longshoremen.

Court records and Sheriff Veale’s personal papers preserved in the Contra Costa County History Center offer unique insights into this colorful facet of Contra Costa’s social history.

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My Historic Grandfather

Victor Hugo Presco

by

John Presco

Copyright 2020

After writing and posting about the Dashiell Hammett archive, and reading how this great writer’s grandchildren looked foreword to the paltry check Lillian Hellman sent them on Christmas, I went in search of more information on my grandfather, Victor Hugo Presco, the Bohemian Gambler. I wanted to find what was Authentic. There is too much Fool’s Gold in the Nation. We are on the verge of another Civil War over who has the right stuff, and who does not. I wanted to own something that was free and clear of the grabby hands of the Claim Jumpers. I struck pay dirt! I found this essay by Bill Mero that records the floating Houses of Ill Repute that bobbed in the water near Martinez and Crocket, where I saw my father’s father, just once.

Acting Credits
1990
Midnight Cabaret
Intruder

1987
Poker Alice
Baker

1987
The Highwayman
Deputy Bricker

1986
Fresno
Roach

1986
Crime Story
Lawyer

1985
Blackout
John Davey

1984
Beverly Hills Cop
Strip Club Holdup Man #1

1984
Crackers
Man

1984
Hunter
Lambert 

1983
Sudden Impact
Mick

Gun
Character
Film
Note
Date
Colt Detective Special
Mick
Sudden Impact

1983
Browning Hi-Power
Mick
Sudden Impact

1983
Smith & Wesson 3000 Shotgun
Mick
Sudden Impact

1983
Ithaca 37
Strip club robber
Beverly Hills Cop

1984
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Photographer Tyler Shields is trying to make amends for burning an expensive handbag on the E! reality series, Mrs. Eastwood & Company.
On Monday’s episode, Shields and his girlfriend, Francesca Eastwood (daughter of legendary actor/director Clint Eastwood), burned a $100,000 Birkin bag after putting a chainsaw to it.
The act led to fans calling the couple narcissistic and horrible for destroying something so expensive when the money it cost could have been used to help people in need.
However, Shields accepted the blame for the incident and is now making up for it by donating $100,000 to a needy family.
“The Birkin photos are for sale. If somebody were to buy…all right, let’s do this. If somebody wants to buy one of the Birkin photos, I will donate $100,000 — not to a charity — but to a family. I will give one family in need $100,000 cash,” he said Tuesday. “I would select somebody who…my father had a stroke when I was 15, and it became very difficult financially for the family, so I think I would do that. I think I would find a family that someone had a stroke or some type of ailment. I think that if somebody had done that for us when that happened to me, it would have been like a miracle. So, I’ll find somebody who that just happened to and I will help them out.”
Shields is known for his provocative photos of stars such as Lindsay Lohan and Mischa Barton.
Mrs. Eastwood & Company stars Clint’s wife, Dina, and focuses on her relationship with her daughters, Francesca and Morgan.

Bond And Eastwood Of Oakland

Rosamond’s Victory Lap

Oakland High Noon In Eugene

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