There is a skinny old man with a slouching back who walks in front of my apartment complex every day...
To me, he looked like Charles Dickens' Scrooge...
Then, I would go over to the Park Motor Inn, where I thought I had seen Magdalene, who I think to be the owner of this hotel...
I would stop in the bar in the afternoons...
Jeanine had left me and I walked the city alone...
In high school, I knew a girl named Molly Killoren, who I later found out had been adopted by my childhood dentist, Marty Killoren...
My mother would have a club she and her women friends called Sew-Club where they would sit around and talk girl talk amongst the women...
I didn't even know Molly in my childhood, I just knew her mother, Mrs. Killoren...
One afternoon, when I was in Junior High, I went down to the outdoor swimming pool to swim...
Molly was lifeguarding...
That was the first time I noticed that she had red hair...
But what I couldn't help noticing was that her mammaries were so large that the siwm suit top she wore could hardly contain them...
It was hard not to stare, but she was Mrs. Killoren's daughter, and I really didn't psychologically care to look no matter how big a deal my friends thought it was...
I decided that I didn't like swimming that much and didn't go down to the pool hardly at all anymore...
At the YMCA dance one evening, me and the guys were lined up along the side of the dance floor sitting in chairs like we always did for the entire dance...
Suddenly it was occurring to me to mention what I could never figure out...
Why did we even go to the YMCA dance if none of us got up and danced???
The guys were ribbing me and telling me I should dance with Molly...
They couldn't believe that I would actually dance with anyone...
I danced with Linda Heglund because I liked her style better...
She was quiet...
While I was telling her about how I disagreed with Mike Reuhl and Pat Hassett's behavior at the indoor pool the other day, I didn't realize that Linda wasn't the lifeguard that day...
Another girl with a name I can't remember with big mammaries was the lifeguard that Mike and Pat were trying to get to dangle her tits by stealing her bamboo rescue pole...
I gave it back to her...
When I was a Junior, we were all watching the SAT and ACT scores to get an idea how we ranked...
Molly got a 32 on her ACT...
The following year, I got a 31 on my ACT...
I have an IQ of 140...
Molly must have been 150 IQ...
I remember not knowing her at all and not having danced with her and thinking that she was a stand out and figured she would land herself a really nice guy, get married, and live very comfortably in love...
I wished this for her and just assumed it would happen naturally...
I went on with my life...
Then Jeanine left me...
Then my mother came to me and told me that, "You know Molly???"
"She's been drinking too much and has Serosis of the Liver and has come home to die where her mother died. I was her mother's best friend you know..."
I couldn't believe it.
Last I had heard she had married a Banker in Chicago???
My mother told me that she worked for a Bank in Phoenix Arizona unitl she came home to die, and that her drinking had been a problem for the Bank...
That sounded like Mom.
I could see it...
Molly had gone to Chicago to join a Bank there and straighten things out after the shameful police state clubbings and arrests at the Chicago Democratic Convention in 1972...
Molly wasn't a Radical, but believed in the system and that the system could be changed from the inside...
Shs found out different and divorced her man, went to Phoenix, and drank herself to death...
This was all going on with me when I was sitting at the Park Motor Inn bar...
There was a really nice bartender who it was occurring to me looked like he could have been a bartender in San Francisco during the Gold Rush in 1849...
There were two guys sitting across from me wearing cowboy hats...
I had just seen the made for TV movie Tom Jones...
I had read some of Roxanna about Dirk Courtney, a Virgin Islands buccaneer and Roxanna Marshall, the girl he married...
Tom Jones had been written during that period of history...
Dirk's father had had his estates stolen by Oliver Cromwell, as my great grandfather, the legitimate Duke of Worchester's estates had been to pay for Cromwell's militia after Cromwell had the King's head chopped off in an insurrection in Great Britain...
It began coming to me that the author of Tom Jones was actually writing a fictional account of the life of Dirk's father Thomas Courtney and his three brothers...
It was coming to me that these four Courtney's were challenged to a gambling match over Catholicism or Anglicanism by an extremely wealthy Irish Catholic family of four brothers, and the wager was the four Irish brothers' four Irish sisters...
I had seen what was coming to me was the reincarnation of Dirk Courtney and I had seen the reincarnation of Roxanna Marshall in my Political Science course...
She turned in her Exam after 20 minutes during a 2 hour Exam...
I got an AB...
It was coming to me that Dirk's father was now incarnated as Tom Jones, the Welsh singer who sang What's New Pussycat? and was the biggest television singing star that has ever been.
According to the book, Dirk's father had his throat ripped out by his Slave Master's guard dogs...
Woooeeee, Ho, Woooooooeeee, Ho, Wooooooeeeee, Ho, Wooooooeeeeeee...
It has suddenly come to me that this was the exclusive mission of Captain Henry Morgan, the buccaneer, in the Virgin Islands, to rescue Thomas Courtney's brothers, who also had been sent to Barbados to pay for supporting the Crowned King of Great Britain...
They were Royalists or Tories by nature, but did not become officially one way or the other...
It was then coming to me that the actor who played Thomas Courtney in the movie was actually the reincarnation of Thomas Courtney's brother Michael...
This actor's first name is Max...
He is still living and still acting...
During the first calculatory scientific analysis of Halley's Comet by Edmund Halley, Dirk, my former son, who, it is coming to me, was related directly to Percivale, who named one of his sons Courtney in Northern France, and his uncles had been rescued, King William III. And Mary II. had been placed upon the throne of Britain, and the family came back into Great Britain just as Halley's Comet first was spotted, and shared the poetic license of the great poet John Dryden...
It was an old family dating back to the time of Aelfred The Great, who is now Jeff Rense...
It was coming to me that Max was formerly also Scrooge's son after Scrooge was reincarnated in America as a Welsh/Dutch Quaker in Pennsylvania...
That he and I were brothers...
That a gentleman named Bob Schnack from here in Madison, Wi, was also a brother...
That Bob Schnack was a reincarnation of Bob Cratchet, Scrooge's assistant, who's son was Tiny Tim...
Charles Dickens was psychic...
Many authors are...
Scrooge had been abandoned by his one and only...
One day I was riding on the bus out to East Towne and this was after I had been to see Jeanine and was now picking up her former mother, Mnemosyne, when she was Urania, and this general family of Welsh folks...
There was a woman sitting there who it was madly coming into my mind was the woman Scrooge lost in Britain and who became his Dutch Quaker wife and my mother in Pennsylvania...
Max was my brother...
My mother had named me a Latin name meaning window...
It has been coming to me since I was a very young boy and had trouble pronouncing my S's and had to take speech class with Chuck Fenske, who could not pronounce his R's...
He called me Wichawd Touwey and I called him Chuck Fenthkey...
My mother used to over utilize the word finesse and it registered personally for me...
Then suddenly one day Fenestra Waalingford came to me before I even met Jeanine...
My mother and father were poor farmers, but knew education and religion were the only secrets.
It bothered me incessantly...
It was coming to me that Scrooge and our mother wanted us to be well prepared to face the world and had placed a deep emphasis on education...
Max went to New York City and browsed around the University libraries for literature pertaining to finding and mining gold...
He went there immediately after the discovery of gold was announced in the East...
Max studied and learned everything about how gold runs in the soil and how to recognize the general terrain associated with where it can be found...
When he went to California he was probably the most educated prospector there...
I joined the railroad to make my living...
I figured I would get a good amount of savings and invest it in a business...
The railroad hands were usually supervised by the Irish...
My foreman had a daughter...
Her name was Naomie...
She was an Irish red-head and was Jeanine as an Irish woman...
Her last name was an ancient Irish Clan name which I pushed myself to find one night, but it is such an unusual Irish name that I will try, but probably won't deduce psychically again...
Max went to San Francisco and immediately knew where to find gold and he did find gold...
Meanwhile, I married Naomie, and we had a pretty good amount of savings...
We headed North...
She felt like the Bible that I should plant seeds...
I felt like the Gospels, that I wanted to fish in Seatle, Washington...
We argued and debated the Bible professions...
She won.
We planted potatoes in Idaho...
My mother here always said, "Always Idaho potatoes!!!"
It had a peculiar psychic meaning for me...
Max found gold...
The railroads were coming to San Francisco...
Max built the first hotel...
The water pressure in Frisco then wasn't enough to get the water all the way to the 9th floor of the hotel...
But it was a beginning...
Naomie's father went to San Francisco...
Naomie's sister was Molly...
They stayed at Max's hotel...
Molly complained about the water not reaching the 9th floor...
Max had a saloon in the hotel...
The bartender at the Park Motor Inn kept a little snappy French pistol under the cash register at the hotel in San Francisco in case of trouble...
The two guys sitting across from me were Max's friends when he was staking gold...
One of them turned on Max and Max shot him...
Max got the gold and built the hotel...
After Molly complained to Max about the water and he explained, she decided she wanted to marry him and settle it with the Water Utility in San Francisco...
Naomie and I visited...
Molly is dead now...
Jeanine hasn't responded yet at the Millennium...
I AM certain that most of this can be traced, particularly the Dirk Courtney material...
Bob Schnack was beaten up in jail by the police here in Madison and has lost the sight in his left eye...
I remember seeing him in his room out at Mendota crying in his bed to the lyrics of All By Myself by Eric Carmen...