02/10/08 I could see that Little that you once were, still are, still will be (for we're all are haunted from our past)

02/10/08 Alzheimer's, Our Book, Queen

Baby ,

Just so you know it's not like I want to be here. But for now, it is important for what ever reason.

Like I said I took this guy Lenny to the Doctor's. I read about writing a Novel while watching Robert Redford's Brubaker, which is based on a true story of

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cut and pasted from: Wikipedia

the 1969 book Accomplices To The Crime: The Arkansas Prison Scandal by Tom Murton and Joe Hyams. Murton was a warden at the Tucker and Cummins Prison in Arkansas. The abuses detailed in the film and the discovery of unmarked graves are based on fact.

Murton served as technical advisor to the film.

Filmed in Bremen, Ohio and The Junction City Prison Farm in Junction City, Ohio.

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Leave it to a Redford Movie to get me wanting to write again about life and the things I see.

It took about an hour and half or so when Lenny was ready to leave. I was amaze that this place took better care of us homeless people.

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While waiting I saw people there in the waiting room,

Two young women, friend's, one with purple hair short shag about her face. She had blue star tats, five pointers, of different sizes above, next to, and just below, her left eye, now asi write this, it would be in a crescent moon shape. The moon is open on the her (the moon is her as I write this) to the right. Is that a weaning or waxing moon? what does that mean?

Anyway, the with the tats said, "I get to DJ on Valentines' Day. Yeah! (I'm sure it was a fake yeah the way she said it and:)

"I get to see couples in love getting drunk and making out instead. That will make my night."

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A thin blond long hair woman came in with crunches. Tagging along side her was her pre-teen aged daughter. They sat down watching the show. The pre-teen started to silently cry, salty tears flowing fast. Her mother, with the crutches in the corner of the room, reached for her daughter and held her and sat her down in her lab, facing her to the wall,bage wall so the daughter could cry semi privately. It was a sad but beautiful sight. A hospital counselor came by and talked to the woman and daughter. Of course by now I checked out the ring fingers of all the women there in the TV waiting room, none had wedding rings on.

The counselor asked the little , "Is that your daddy?"

The Little with her river of tears still flowing, her rosy lips pouting, and mussed long blond hair, shook her head up and down. Still no sound from her.

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I could see that Little that you once were, still are, still will be (for we're all are haunted from our past) as that Little . It must have been countless times all alone, in a darken house you sitting, inside the house, alone, crying countless tears. God I want to reach out and hold you too.

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Another mother was there, she had a pure toddler - time to play is always even when sick -- boy there. He rearranged the chairs in front of the TV. His mother long last gave up on trying to make him stop. When he was called,i told him, "Slam a home run, kiddo, and make you mom pound."

She said exhaustively, "I'm already am."

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Out the hospital Auto Sliding glass doors, we walked to my red Turtle truck.

As Lenny and I walked out, somehow, Lenny, a skinny guy just out of the state pen, started singing Queen's Killer Queen.

I was both amazed and touched, being a Freddie Mercury fan and asked him why.

"All the guys know you adore Freddie Mercury and Queen, he said. Looking at you I just have to sing Queen songs. It's got to be your long hippie hair."

Yeah, I blushed just a little, his remark took me off guard.

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At my urging, I got Lenny to go to the bookstore, "Dude, it's your choice. I need to do some reading and research. You can hang with me till I get us home or you can take a bus home. Books are good."

I picked up some mags, one Physics something about us and our memories, one Star gazing mag with making telescopes titled "Of Telescopes and Tomatoes// (which is truly something from the classic-us-as-a-couple, from our stars talking and your grannies and mom's heirloom tomatoes) the Star Glazing Mag also had an article about not only why we are made from star dust but what and where that star is from. Also,i picked up a writing book about Point Of Views. Mind you, I did not buy this collection of words in magazine and book forms, but just read them in the store and drank coffee at the same time. Lenny sat eating candy and pouting reading his sport magazine until we were both ready to go. He snapped at the opportunely as I reluctantly said it was time to go.

Through out this time, I took notes for "Our Book." Little , I need help with this story. I need a real woman's Point Of View since most of the characters will be strong powerful women. It would be excellent and a lot of fun to share this with a woman writing this story. But I know you won't do it. I will look for someone who can and will help me. (Maybe that one woman in the bookstore that help me find a book about Melchizedek. Steffnie? was her name?)

There was an older couple walking toward us as we were in the parking lot. The afternoon sun going down, it was cooler but plenty of light still. I thought, "How sweet, they have been together since forever."

He was bent over walking with a cane, needing a hair cut though still short, so wavy and white. His skin so wrinkled. She had dark hair dyed blacked, less wrinkle and a some what stronger walk. She grabbed the older man pulled him in a controlled but tighter grip. I over heard, "It's okay, Dad, We all forget some times and get lost. We all will find our way."

. I just heard our song, the one you chose for us, Space Between, by David Matthews. Why did you pick that song for us?