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Just thought of a dream I had a few years ago about someone who I'd seen once driving a too shiny white Chevy Suburan with vanity plates reading RK8A(RKTA must've been taken?) trying to convince me my right arm was skeletal.(?)
<The post above is the most recent in the thread "ADHD W/O DRUGS?" I'd made at the <Arcata Tribe> at TribeDOTnet after the third one related here was deleted there.>
<Following is my post at the same <ArcataTribe> in a long thread about an unmarked black car seen around town.>
If you want a bizarre' tale check out the thread "SOMNAMBULANCE my great sticker idea" in the "Off-Topic" forum at <www.fordfestiva.com> where I mention near the current end about Eureka cops telling one of Floyd Squires' agents while they were out of town that I was a fire-bug and setting fires in the Broadway Mall-that nearly got me evicted.(the day before X-mas morning in '97 and including a free ride to Semper Virons[and over night stay asking for legal representation] with a cop who I embarased for dissing another female porker he'd pulled male precident over after she'd been obviously out of line previous with me to his second cop car showing up on the scene in responding to a call from MIKE'S DRIVE-UP because I'd been relating a story about YANKEE HOBO IN THE ORIENT author John Patric he'd printed in his weekly SATURDAY EVENING FREE PRESS["Sodomish cesspool town on the skids" etc.] about a couple of local cops in Snohomish, WA hired soon after he'd begun publishing in '57 who the city employed not long after they'd been fired from Boeings as security guards for stealing who when he'd published this info had visited him one night and beaten him and left him for dead and lit his house on fire who I'd spent part of the summer of '67 working for at his place in town bidding my jobs and often hanging out till dawn hearing him talk of his adventures and then riding five miles on my black 24" Schwinn Racer 3-speed bike home along the Snohomish River past the GAR cemetery and up Green Lantern Road to where my family lived across the street from farmer Clarke Aubert and climbing into bed in my own bedroom [with a stained glass window onto our living room in a house with seven additions and still modest-sized with two cisterns installed by people from Kansas ignorant we guessed of the climate there] before any of my parents or four younger sisters were awake though long since light out-the really odd thing is the morning after I'd gotten dropped off at 1803 C Street by one of the employees at Semper Virons I'd walked to where I'd left an '84 Mazda brown long bed pick-up I'd gotten from James Looney in Onion Creek,["as featured in HIGH TIMES magazine"] WA August 17th of '97 that had just been unable to get back to the place on C because the clutch had gone out so that I wanted to make sure the truck was fine and walking back to the apartment there at C I noticed the roof of the house across the street owned by Jehovah Witnesses was on fire due to the habit of the owner using old rail road ties in their furnace and so I'd told a man walking towards me oddly enough to let them know their house was on fire and I'd roused their neighbor[with ITLNSTLN vanity plates on his black Ford pick-up] to get his garden hose out to try to fight the blaze on his neighbor's roof until the FD showed up and who tried to tell me the roof fire was not due to creosote soaked railroad ties; etc.)
BTW this is an email I opened the morning of the first day of my 56th year out of the womb.(8-4-06-born 4:11 a. m. in Longview, WA)
Good Friday Morning
Bob,
Thank you for your very Interesting and Informative e-mail. I would agree. Writing seems to be a
very strong suit for you to wear. So wear it proudly my friend. I feel the same about my playing
Drums And the differnt types of music I have attempted in the 65yrs of my musical journey! When
asked what I did for a living besides playing drums? I would tell them. Playing Drums Was my
Career! If I Wanted a hobby, I might become a Brain surgeon! I am happy to meet another Jazz
musician Bob. I started playing as a Professional in 1937 in Bakersfield, Ca. where I grew up.
Bakersfield had a lot of good music in those days. Today??. A lot of water under a lot of bridges
Bob.For us Both! I do remember Bert Wilson. And in the 50s and 60s during the West Jazz days,
I was right there in the middle of it! And also played in "The New Jazz Trio" And "The New World
Jazz Co. In the 60s. And then went into R/ROLL in 64/65! And the Rest as they say is Hysterical..
It would be nice if we could get together at some point in the near future and share some thoughts.
I stay close to home these days. And do most of my driving locally here in Arroyo Grande, Ca. I still
Practice on my aging drum kit that I have set up at a storage place close by. But There are not too
many calls for 83yr old drummers who can still play. And that is cool with me. Because there is not
many left I Want To Play With. Anyway! Right? Right. Sorry to hear about your acupuncturist.
I did enjoy looking at several of your listed photos. Well Bob. I hope I haven't bored you to much with
my ramblings. I f you ever plan on getting up my way, Drop by and say hi. It would be a pleasure for me.
Till then..
Happy Days And Nights
Cass
Ed Cassidy
Co/Founder
Of "Spirit"
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<The post above is the most recent in the thread "ADHD W/O DRUGS?" I'd made at the <Arcata Tribe> at TribeDOTnet after the third one related here was deleted there.>
<Following is my post at the same <ArcataTribe> in a long thread about an unmarked black car seen around town.>
If you want a bizarre' tale check out the thread "SOMNAMBULANCE my great sticker idea" in the "Off-Topic" forum at <www.fordfestiva.com> where I mention near the current end about Eureka cops telling one of Floyd Squires' agents while they were out of town that I was a fire-bug and setting fires in the Broadway Mall-that nearly got me evicted.(the day before X-mas morning in '97 and including a free ride to Semper Virons[and over night stay asking for legal representation] with a cop who I embarased for dissing another female porker he'd pulled male precident over after she'd been obviously out of line previous with me to his second cop car showing up on the scene in responding to a call from MIKE'S DRIVE-UP because I'd been relating a story about YANKEE HOBO IN THE ORIENT author John Patric he'd printed in his weekly SATURDAY EVENING FREE PRESS["Sodomish cesspool town on the skids" etc.] about a couple of local cops in Snohomish, WA hired soon after he'd begun publishing in '57 who the city employed not long after they'd been fired from Boeings as security guards for stealing who when he'd published this info had visited him one night and beaten him and left him for dead and lit his house on fire who I'd spent part of the summer of '67 working for at his place in town bidding my jobs and often hanging out till dawn hearing him talk of his adventures and then riding five miles on my black 24" Schwinn Racer 3-speed bike home along the Snohomish River past the GAR cemetery and up Green Lantern Road to where my family lived across the street from farmer Clarke Aubert and climbing into bed in my own bedroom [with a stained glass window onto our living room in a house with seven additions and still modest-sized with two cisterns installed by people from Kansas ignorant we guessed of the climate there] before any of my parents or four younger sisters were awake though long since light out-the really odd thing is the morning after I'd gotten dropped off at 1803 C Street by one of the employees at Semper Virons I'd walked to where I'd left an '84 Mazda brown long bed pick-up I'd gotten from James Looney in Onion Creek,["as featured in HIGH TIMES magazine"] WA August 17th of '97 that had just been unable to get back to the place on C because the clutch had gone out so that I wanted to make sure the truck was fine and walking back to the apartment there at C I noticed the roof of the house across the street owned by Jehovah Witnesses was on fire due to the habit of the owner using old rail road ties in their furnace and so I'd told a man walking towards me oddly enough to let them know their house was on fire and I'd roused their neighbor[with ITLNSTLN vanity plates on his black Ford pick-up] to get his garden hose out to try to fight the blaze on his neighbor's roof until the FD showed up and who tried to tell me the roof fire was not due to creosote soaked railroad ties; etc.)
BTW this is an email I opened the morning of the first day of my 56th year out of the womb.(8-4-06-born 4:11 a. m. in Longview, WA)
Good Friday Morning
Bob,
Thank you for your very Interesting and Informative e-mail. I would agree. Writing seems to be a
very strong suit for you to wear. So wear it proudly my friend. I feel the same about my playing
Drums And the differnt types of music I have attempted in the 65yrs of my musical journey! When
asked what I did for a living besides playing drums? I would tell them. Playing Drums Was my
Career! If I Wanted a hobby, I might become a Brain surgeon! I am happy to meet another Jazz
musician Bob. I started playing as a Professional in 1937 in Bakersfield, Ca. where I grew up.
Bakersfield had a lot of good music in those days. Today??. A lot of water under a lot of bridges
Bob.For us Both! I do remember Bert Wilson. And in the 50s and 60s during the West Jazz days,
I was right there in the middle of it! And also played in "The New Jazz Trio" And "The New World
Jazz Co. In the 60s. And then went into R/ROLL in 64/65! And the Rest as they say is Hysterical..
It would be nice if we could get together at some point in the near future and share some thoughts.
I stay close to home these days. And do most of my driving locally here in Arroyo Grande, Ca. I still
Practice on my aging drum kit that I have set up at a storage place close by. But There are not too
many calls for 83yr old drummers who can still play. And that is cool with me. Because there is not
many left I Want To Play With. Anyway! Right? Right. Sorry to hear about your acupuncturist.
I did enjoy looking at several of your listed photos. Well Bob. I hope I haven't bored you to much with
my ramblings. I f you ever plan on getting up my way, Drop by and say hi. It would be a pleasure for me.
Till then..
Happy Days And Nights
Cass
Ed Cassidy
Co/Founder
Of "Spirit"
reply to this post
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