Leaving Childish Things on LoveJoy Avenue

I crossed the street because I was afraid. I was afraid to walk past this man in a black weather torn leather jacket who was with another woman, and a tall lanky dark tanned Indian, all three kind of sprawled on the front lawn, with their feet visiting the pavement.

The man in particular had a thick build to him, long biker hair, greasy from living outdoors, but he couldn’t have been as old as he looked. Chiseled with a charcoal dapple to his face, cut by the wind and cured by the sun.

They were drinking wine without a brown bag to hide behind. They were street people, pan handlers, pedestrians whose idea of a walk about, was to get as piss drunk as possible, as often as possible, to linger briefly for the day, and relive the first morning hour- because that was all they had left. They were to figure heavily in the direction of my life.

Portland, Oregon, 1976.

I had just arrived from Pittsburgh on the wings of my thumb, and digging into survival mode. The first rule always, was to scope out the city, and get to know it fast. Shelter hadn’t yet become an issue because I was staying with a couple of friends who had moved out here a year ago, and were a couple of 47906 girls. Zip code for Purdue and it’s graduates.

Susan and Kathy were 23ish, totally new wave in terms of mustang freedom and new found empowerment. I had met them during my stint as a crisis center counselor back at 47906, a transitioning moment from hormones to empathy- that particular path a little cloudy at best. I had a mad crush on Susan and a twisted sense of desire for Kathy, but that was all moot, because we were spiritual and intellectual buddies, and pretty well ingrained with that “do you want to talk about it- before we do it- and are we comfortable with it” intervention mode that basically ends up being better than a condom in terms of repopulating the earth like rabbits.

No need for a conversation here, with empowerment, familiarity, and empathy any attempt to have sex (sans some sort of spiritual commingling of fluids and religious epiphany) was locked into some undecipherable well of chastity and hopeless desperation.

Yeah, that’s how it went with Kathy and Susan. Regardless, they were friends enough to allow me to sleep on their couch for a few weeks while I got my bearings straight. It was a wonderful visit until I made a couple of mistakes in terms of judgement.

The absolute worst thing you can do as a guest and sleeping on the couch in the home of two attractive post graduate ladies, is drink a lot of beer, take up couch space which in turn leads to implied subterfuge in terms of undermining their ability to pick up other more desirable (than myself) men.

Compounding the first issue, comes the realization that I had delivered to this pair of pristine debutantes, a very nasty set of the “crabs” (an infestation harbored from the Pittsburgh fraternity house I had lived in for the six months prior), a colony of visitors that had no doubt made the couch I was sleeping in, their own particular ShangGriLa.

Even the Crisis Center had failed to prepare either of these two women with the tools, and intellectual compassion to hide the crimson venom coursing up their faces as they started to connect the dots and sequence the inevitable destination of these rather opportunistic pubic vectors, appropriately named in Latin- pubis pediculosa.

The fact that they have a Latin name implies that being diminutive does not guarantee obscurity. A Latin name means you have been doing this for awhile, and unlike the language, you aren’t quite right dead yet.

Quite the opposite… If it’s warm, moist, and furry, hey man- it’s a beach!

So… Pounding pavement before the kwell cream can work it’s magic. Lesson learned? Never admit you have the crabs.

Off to find a place to live, and the fist step was to side step the street people.

(To be continued)

>>>> Chuck: Yes – we need this task force. We’re in a cabinet mtg right now discussing the topic. Have Joe Austerman get thinking on this – I just cleared his participation with Commissioner Notti. Mike Tibbles will be in charge. Let him talk to you about it and some of the other plans we have for
revitalization/changes within Ag. (And MatMaid.). This will be awesome!
Stand by for Tibbles and Kris Perry to contact you with directives.
You have my blessing and THANKS for being concerned and energized and excited about finding solutions. <<<<

http://crivellawest.biz/pdf/515.pdf

I love this comment that “Jicker” just wrote in response to ADN’s story:

I get it now. When Todd was pressuring state employees to fire Wooten, he was just a citizen, according to Tim Petumenos’s “investigation,” and therefore untouchable.

But according to Nizich and the inner circle who received these same emails, Todd was a trusted advisor.

Conclusion: Sarah and Todd Palin are first-class liars who used the state governor’s office for personal benefit.

And the other staff people who were part of this were complicit in this fraud. (Mike Nizich, Ivy Frye, Meg Stapleton, Talis Colberg, etc. etc.).

Yep, that Sarah Palin sure did change the corrupt old boys’ network in Juneau.
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Bravo!!! I sure hope someone picks up this ball and runs with it all the way to the courthouse…it’s a major slam dunk

http://palinemail.crivellawest.net/

On January 24, 2008 there is an email from Erika Fagerstrom to Todd Palin:

Todd,
There’s an envelope for you with a check in it, should I just send it with the Governor? From what I
could see, I think it’s for a snowmobile or something…

Who was it from? Bebe Rebozo? Why was a check for a snowmobile being sent to Todd at the Governor’s house in Juneau? A routine sale of a machine he owned would probably not have been transacted in that way. Was it something that needed to be reported to APOC? Or something even worse?

Also, there are numerous items to emerge from the thousands of e-mails the Palin administration withheld (asking $15 million to process them) which the new administration released for $323 in costs. Here’s just a couple.

First, if Nancy Murkowski or Michelle Obama were caught in 3000 emails influencing judicial appointments, board appointments, tanning bed wiring at public expense, and concocting pretexts for the Palin children to travel at state expense, and so on there would be great howling heard….from Sarah Palin.

Second, a big story missed so far is regarding the attempts to evade public disclosure: on March 17-19 2008 there is a series emails from Ivy Frye, an aide, to various officials. Over 2 days there are questions after questions.

Only the last email- containing the entire string- is forwarded from Ivy Frye to the private accounts of both Sarah and Todd Palin.

For whom do YOU think she was asking all the questions?

So much for Palin being a champion of open and transparent government. The truth is that she ran the most secretive government in Alaska history.

He was not elected or appointed. If he had access to the inside workings of the gov’t, so should every single citizen of Alaska.

The people of Alaska need to stand up and fight. This is insane.

Todd influencing policy, getting copies of emails, sittingin on meetings, doing background checks. What the Hell country do they think this is where they can just create their own form of goverment.