Yeah, I thought living in Florida was Utopia back in the Sixties. Just overshot, somewhat. Disarray, wherever one looked. But America had a calm and luxuries up ying-yang, the present takes very for granted. The idea of grateful distant, somewhat. Anyway, my years with my parents till father died May 69, and mother held on in Eustis till 1972 when the Sheriff was coincidentally deposed by the Federal Government. No matter why he never should have had the status after becoming the Groveland Four Killer. Our last year my mother and I arranged few private talks that last year. Her daughter wanted my head lobotomized. I don't want to hunt, got shotgun my first Christmas. No wonder I didn't like posing for pictures long before refusing to because The Great Poser was President.
Just remembered the night a Church hayride deal, where the truck broke down, and Assistant Pastor looked at me hearing the story Sheriff's office only had one car at the bottom end of the county that couldn't come. Whew, those adults made sure I was listening.
Nope. I never really entertained much the idea the Sheriff hated me. But then any racist would. Second or Third Grade my best friend walked home with me and said, "you've been seen walking this way" and I was advised against. Just the road leading from Eustis Elementary School to where it stopped, back then, and left-ed a short block to Orange Avenue, then half-blockish more to my house from Sheriff Willis V. McCall's.
I said I know, and thought about it, and wasn't planning to keep doing it. Even now I can visualize the entire town and Sheriff's house. I'd have stuck the Sheriff's house in The Great Hall of Cooper Union if I hadn't cut 40 minutes and crammed in what I could. Nice little mansion. Refurbished since, pictured left. Was hill leading to fortress and no extra driveway left.
Kerry Carpenter's father and his best friend became my friends in Second Grade, from an incident they orchestrated on the other side of the small pond, where the gator, I never went close enough to see, lived. Across from the Sheriff's house the little lake and surrounding, few acres, woods. Some kid rivalry thing, and when my first best friend and I arrived at the little Girl Scouts' house, rocks were flying at us. Patrick was into competing. I stopped it immediately, standing up. "I've seen enough," and we had a laugh figuring how Jim's father wouldn't find out. Think he did. There are parents that watch and parents that haven't a clue that's all you really have to do. Something to learn.
Always very special about Spring. Baseball hitching up to the Starting Gate Post. The inside track understood, while the dilemma baseball offers of so many games leveling off the performances of a given year, that the best by year were rewarded with competition in the big competitive games leading to American Continent World Championship. Trades before deadlines and vice versa strategies further competitivizing the simple stretched-out formula. Something how Detroit's 1984 Tigers broke out and were unstoppable. But to be clear, New York City ABC-7 News Sportscaster, Ryan Field, in the mood for foosball. Or satisfied just talking about The Tigers.
So, American Women's Football was on the telly yesterday. Looking up.
Senator Shaheen Renews Push to Put Harriet Tubman on $20 Bill
Who let this joker in the party? Fools question. What's men's cut on women's sport? Where's the guillotine, I'm marching?
Yeah, this war thing played with countries. Ethics squeezed out. Where all things are fair in love and war. Ethicless. DISNEY/ABC/Robert Iger disreputable behavior has been gotten away with. 
Scapegoating me culprit, when BILL RITTER caused it all! Once again Corporations are, often enough, too broadly based, not to have the Inability To Face Itself. Lethargy? No. Respect for Male Hierarchy Pinheadedness. Right there displayed for all New York City. FOR A YEAR IN THREE MONTHS. While pretending Sade and my personal hurdles are a part of why Sade and I were kept separate from the start. Balderdashian Confabulation by rendered UNETHICAL Sycophants stepping in their own crap again and again. Paid well enough to hate on command. Look at him/me? Penniless, worthless. Titans of Industry's fingerprints friendly enough to pretend just amusing. Just college dropout dedicated to writing an Armand Hammer novel done, over disappeared. Even tried, influencing me that it was done, move on to something else. Eventually person roundaboutly admitted my themes were growing. Facing Robert A. Caro became a memory of look - "what about you?"/me? But clearly I've not enough power, money or influence to matter. Except, to history. People wanting what I've realized the last year to disappear. Silly-boy Bill Ritter getting away with his covering-up facade. Delusional Male Hierarchy Figurehead, Herr BILL RITTER. 
No ground on which to stand. Lying contests aren't my thing, Deficit Bill. Face yourself/himself? Ordinary intelligent people are much, much faster. The Public over the hours, days, weeks, months, years, or even regrettably generations, will come to know DISNEY/ABC isn't completely-to-blame when obvious MEN were emboldened by callous rule and leveled by the dead weight. See? Empathy will gain Shill Bill sympathy. Congratulations. You haven't earned it.
No ground on which to stand. Lying contests aren't my thing, Deficit Bill. Face yourself/himself? Ordinary intelligent people are much, much faster. The Public over the hours, days, weeks, months, years, or even regrettably generations, will come to know DISNEY/ABC isn't completely-to-blame when obvious MEN were emboldened by callous rule and leveled by the dead weight. See? Empathy will gain Shill Bill sympathy. Congratulations. You haven't earned it. Mid-1980s Norman Lear stopped, while getting in a car, to turn to me so we could smile at each other together. WHITE WOMAN at NEWS DESK NOW, instead of Sandra Bookman? She becomes sidekick permanente? Call her Sizzler, you self-idolized MEATHEAD FREAK! You messed up interfering between journalists Ritter. And she's more than that to me. Despite you, Gnat?
Remember, Mr. Ritter? It's YOUR CHEST at the NEWS DESK proudly out displaying dominion. But not proud enough to want to own your own soul? Mr. Ritter: Categorically among The Deceivers, pretending that reminding the public it's a Gas Economy is a Public Service. Enough to get away with it being logically pragmatic. Not even Throne Sitter on adjustable Money Television seat. Till GOD judges for destroying the world and Christ's captured soul's forgiveness is more than a Get Out Of Jail Free Card. Insuring world destroys self with gasoline? GOD's omnipotent. All we do is guesstimate. OFFICIAL Bill BORED(S) ME BillBoard:
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