For the past month, I've been thinking
heavily about this kid, who's now approaching 40. The above scenario
was written about in my first book, Reality
Therapy: The Influence of Rollercoasters, Religion, and Rock 'n Roll.
In my quest to search my chronological photo books to see if, by chance,
this family is in the background of any shots, the album fell open to the
pages featuring both Tulum and Xel-Ha.
It literally took an Act of God, but the
kid I mentioned above, now a grown man and a father, was found! I
was told by several confidants that I'd remember the name.
On the morning of the 16th, I woke up
and said his name out loud!
From there, the Google search was
on. By evening, I discovered a Facebook profile that seemed exact.
Indeed, it was.
I received the confirmation e-mail this
morning while Jamming to a disc which solely reminds me of that itinerary
and the trek to the Mayan ruins, Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, and Howe.
To those in search of someone, let this
be a solid lesson to you. DON'T GIVE UP!
I'm even more blown away by
my horoscope in the Macomb Daily today:
FEBRUARY 25, 2010
YES -- AND A POSTER PURCHASE
As one who avoids drama, it never ceases
to amaze me how dramatic certain circumstances do become.
Shortly after re-discovering and
reconnecting with the situation above, I thought I'd search any additional
information on Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, and Howe (ABWH), knowing
good and well that the album was a one-time shot in 1989. A Google
search led to the website for Yes on Friday, February 19,
2010.
Much to my surprise, Yes was performing
the following night here in Detroit at the Motor City Casino's Sound Board
venue.
Ok, what are the chances?!
Dinner beforehand was spent beside the
Yes drummer, Alan White.
The show was brilliant, despite the
absence of regular Yes frontman, Jon Anderson.
In keeping with the ship
theme from above, I ended up scuba diving and wearing a sailor's cap
advertising the restoration efforts of the BobLo Boat.
Anyone wishing to donate, please contact
them here.
Still soaring from the 'coincidences', I
decided I needed to commemorate the discovery of the passenger, along with
the ABWH and Yes incidents in poster form. Surely one exists
somewhere out there in the realm of cyberspace.
My options yesterday, the 24th, were a
framed number from the UK, but not containing the entire picture, or a
folded one with the complete picture signed by the artist, Roger Dean.
In relocating the links, thinking I'd go
for the folds, someone posted a fresh one TODAY on Ebay.
It was a no-brainer, immediate purchase.
Gee, what--and who--is next?!
MARCH, 2010
"...I STUMBLE INTO
TOWN..."
The opportunity to return to San Antonio
presented itself, and I was in the midst of rehearsing David Bowie tunes
for my band to consider performing. When I last visited the lovely
city and ate along its unique Riverwalk, I retained a postcard featuring
steers leaping into the water.
For the record, if you're wanting to
devour the best charro beans known to man, they are served at Cafe Ole,
where the steers are leaping from in the postcard's photo.
I couldn't resist sending the postcard
to my dearly beloved with the following Bowie-related lyrics:
"...I stumble into town
Just like a sacred cow
Visions of Swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone..."
Walking through town, giggling at the
ripple and likely misinterpretation it might send
to the many hands the postcard's openness is passing by, I
stepped behind The Alamo and nearly Burst when I saw the name of the
street:
TWIN PEAKS
Years ago, Dolly Parton was describing
her park by saying, "Folks, we don't have Hollywood, but we do
have," and with muscular control, she flexed and bounced 'em with
each syllable, "Twin Peaks!"
On March 27th, 2010, I invited myself
to join my Tennessee family members and visit Dollywood for the first
time.
As fate would have it, Dolly was in
the park that day and was scheduled to roll past in a parade weaving
through the winding pathways.
I couldn't resist having a couple of
words with her!
THE MYSTERY OF THE MYSTERY MINE
Upon first entering Dollywood, the men
in my group had to facilitate. At the hand dryer, a southern
mountain man was standing with his pants wide open, allowing the hot air
to circulate about his exposed, dangling appendage.
I couldn't resist saying,
"Wow! There's a new way to get blown!"
He said, "It was the mystery in
the Mystery Mine that did it to me!"
Walking away, I kept thinking, 'I
didn't know there's a water effect on that ride.'
We wandered towards the Mystery
Mine, noting its high-rising, antiqued structure. On the
outside, rollercoaster tracks protrude with twisting, turning, and looping
elements.
After waiting briefly in the filled
queue, we took our front row seats in the single vehicle, and was sent
careening through the mine, zig-zagging through various effects, but no
water, thankfully. We stopped in a chamber where outside light was
coming from directly above, with the ride's chain lift staring us in the
face. The chain drive was activated, and we started our vertical
ascent up and out, then sent on a diving and curving course before
heading back into the structure's enveloping darkness.
Still no water.
A canary in a cage on our left flipped
to an upside-down position, and in my distant memory bank I could hear
The Police tune "Canary In A Coalmine". Our vehicle then
started a second vertical climb towards a rear-projection film screen of
a lightning storm. Strobes enhanced the imagery, as the structure
in the film appeared to be collapsing down upon what looked to be the
only outlet of escape.
We leveled off in complete darkness
and stopped.
A series of fiber optics ran the
direction of fuse lines from our sides to an area in front of us, while
a man's voice yelled, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Live gas-ball explosions ignited in
our faces, and in the same butt-hair of a second, the vehicle went
plummeting nearly 10-stories at a beyond-vertical, 95-degree angle,
zooming out of the shaft into daylight, twisting into a heartline loop,
leading into an elongated one, sustaining us upside-down for a stretch,
sending us into a downward loop, and up onto the final brake.
No water effect, whatsoever.
The man at the hand dryer created his
own.
Mr. STONEking GETS 'CHARMED'
This actually goes back
to November when I had to make a quick jaunt to California.
After flying into San
Francisco, we immediately drove to L.A. Interstate 5 is nothing to
brag about in winter. I doubt that summer would make a
difference.
Our Polynesian-themed
oasis in Orange County was inviting as always, and in the morning we had
several brief meetings before heading back to the Bay Area for more the
following two days.
While cruising through
L.A., I felt it necessary to have my photograph taken in front of the
house where Charmed was filmed for the sake of someone, not I,
who Worships the program of illusion and delusion.
The following morning in
our San Jose hotel room, I flipped on the television, a very rare
occasion, merely to check the local weather. Charmed was
on, and those bitches, oops, witches were standing on the precise spot
where I was the day prior having a conversation about deja vu, a predominant
topic in my first and third books.
Still laughing at the
'coincidence', we set out the next day for our final trek to the city by
the bay.
Upon our second crossing
of The Golden Gate bridge, a limo went past us with a license tag
reading 1CHRMD.
If I were the one
driving, we'd have been swimming!
APRIL, 2010
ACTIVE VOLCANOES
On the weekend of the 18th, I set out
for another quick jaunt, this time to Virginia to visit family and Kings
Dominion, then to take in a concert of one of my favorite acts, who I
know nothing more about than their names, Swing Out Sister.
At Kings Dominion, I was rather
anxious to ride Volcano: The Blast Coaster. While I
remain disappointed over the loss of the mountain's water flume ride, The
Haunted River, seeing the converted structure accommodating the
supports and looping elements of the catapulted ride is an overwhelming
sensation.
Throughout the day, the ride was not
operating. After seeing its trains running out of the peak from
the bird's eye view atop the Eiffel Tower, I immediately went to
the queue, already filled with other eager riders who were patiently
waiting to experience the vertical launch.
Inside the mountain on a catwalk,
overlooking the dust-accumulating track, the line of people was
motionless. It was a considerable time before I realized that the
second train never returned, nor was it heard overhead on the outside of
the inner shell we were descending through.
It was then learned that the train did
not have the necessary momentum, and stalled on the vertical section,
sending riders backwards to a series of brakes located within a shed
covering the second launch leading to the ascent.
No, thanks.
The following day, extremely injured, battered,
and bruised from Kings Dominion's new ride, Intimidator 305, I
was eager to join my family for a sight-seeing leisurely stroll through
our nation's capital. I've seen most of it previously, and one
member had not, so the reaction of virgin eyes was worth the trip.
I must comment that the NRA's Second
Amendment Tea Party on the space between the White House and Washington
Monument could have been worth passing by had my Blood Brother Ted
Nugent been present. Instead, some hideous drag queen was onstage
taunting its pro-gun
agenda.
With my injury taking control, I was
anxious to get the extensive walk over with and head back to the
Birchmere in Alexandria for the show, also where the car was
parked. While waiting for The Metro, my phone received a message
that the Swing Out Sister show was postponed.
Arriving at the venue, a small group
of five people were waiting at the door. I told them of the
cancellation, and was accused of trying to cut in front of them.
Only a lovely couple I met, James and Mia from Kokomo, IN, standing away
from the crowd, knew the actual circumstance.
Long story short, the show was
cancelled due to Swing Out Sister's inability to depart Europe because
of the Iceland volcano eruption.
Alas, the trip had its halting moments
from two different sources, both relative to Volcanoes!
DESTROYED
My recent bout with Kings Dominion's
new ride, Intimidator 305, causing me to rehabilitate myself
without much success, has prevented me from living, but not without a
fight. Many thanks to everyone for their prayers and expressed
concerns, and even more for the few attending to my daily needs.
The official letter of complaint
addressed to the State of Virginia's ride inspector can be read in its
entirety on the Theme
Park Safety Failure$ page.
MAY, 2010
TO THE MOTHERS
We wouldn't exist without them, and I
am fortunate to be born to one whose fire and will has enabled her to
survive many life-threatening circumstances, the worst of all can be
read about here.
Following that tragic event, I
returned home and caught her walking six miles in the country, heading
to a friend's, all to not succumb to her physical ailments, of which
there were many.
I echo my mother's determination to
not let Kings Dominion's Intimidator 305's battering to destroy
me any further.
I've been very fortunate to still have
my mother present, and to those who do not understand the value of life,
who grossly misinterpret random acts of kindness, and lack any sense of
humor, I encourage you to cast aside your obstacles of delusion and get
to what's real, starting with the appreciation of your own mother--and
father, along with those who birthed the ones you appreciate and admire.
The end result will be so greatly
rewarding!
INCURABLE DESTRUCTION
Three weeks is too long to attempt
resolving the damage created by Kings Dominion's Intimidator 305 any
further. Not too surprising, no one was present to offer any
assistance, so off I went by my little lonesome for an entire day under
the radar, with a vampire drawing blood from the delicate spot.
The greatest thrill Is being carted up and
down the hallways!
The symptoms are still present, and I
want to pass out, but even more upon seeing what was directly opposite
the hospital's exit doors in the parking lot. Those who know me,
and well, were not surprised.
A perfect match, I might add.
NO FORESEEABLE LIGHT
More tests are required to determine
what is causing my world to be at a perpetual Dutch angle slant.
There's alot of additional circumstances I am plagued with, and
everything is affecting my daily routine, of which there is none any
longer, and hasn't been since I arrived home April 21st.
Any matters outside my focus of
recovery are regarded as humorous, and not worth mentioning. Yet.
DOWN FOR THE COUNT
Today, May 20th, is the first day I've
been coherent long enough to get some overdue chores in order, though
not fully accomplished.
Yesterday, following the doctor's
appointment in Cincinnati, I was driven to the area where I was
raised. I delighted in seeing the foliage growth, and hearing my
father tell more of his time there in his youth.
I've received alot of
phone calls and gifts these past couple of weeks. I love this one,
in particular:
Every home should have
one. My pussy loves it, too, judging by his climbing aboard when
I'm horizontal.
Many thanks, also, to my
family for keeping in touch. I loved seeing the photographs of the
April 17th Bay Area wedding one of my nieces and her husband
attended. Absolutely gorgeous!
Wayne, baby, this one's
for you! In fact, I think you took it way back then in 1984!
Here's another
interesting item I learned of recently.
The story of Alice Howland. It's
certainly not the first time "Howland" has played a role in my
life. Readers of my third book, On-Going
Sagas: A Testimony Of Events,
know of Howland, Ohio's unique appearances
throughout.
During my west coast itinerary last
November, I met with a family from Howland. The following morning
at the rental car's counter, a man in line behind me was asked to step
up to the counter beside me, and announced his name, spelling it for the
attendant, "Howland. Joshua Howland. H-O-W-L-A-N-D."
I looked at him stating, "Are you
kidding me?!"
The following week, I was telling it
to a priest I know in Dayton, Ohio. He looked at me in wide-eyed
astonishment. On that very day, November 7th, he met with a man he
hadn't seen in 15 years whose last name was Howland. I asked,
"What time?!"
"Noon," he said.
"Wow! Mine was noon Pacific
time! You beat me by three hours!"
That's enough for today, kids.
I've got to lay back down.
ROCHESTER RECOVERY
It's so nice to be back in Rochester,
my second home. I had to check the log book for the last time I
was here. Longer than I care to be gone from anywhere, actually.
Thank God to have a driver able to get
me where I need to go! The bumps in the Michigan streets have got
to be dealt with, but not every street all at the same time, dammit!
I'm always grateful to my Michigan
family and friends who really know how to come together and prepare a
catered event to remember! Grosse Pointe Farms was truly alive on
Saturday, the 29th, complete with heartfelt speeches and camaraderie
that others should be all the envy of. Such a lovely evening, and
the weather cooperated, as well.
Many thanks to everyone for the
Birthday and Get Well wishes.
Know that I'm taking every necessary
precaution to not have to cross the street to the medical center.
My slow-paced walk to the nearby family house Madonna was raised,
pushing the stroller with my pussy inside, was far enough, and nearly
required my rescue!
These may be challenging obstacles to
overcome, but everyone knows how incredibly persistent I am. At
best, I keep in my mind, 'This, too, shall pass.'
Meanwhile, back to being horizontal.
JUNE, 2010
THE SHOW MUST GO ON
Still dealing with recovery, I'm not
completely helpless in planning and attempting rehearsal minus my band
mates.
Very soon, within the next couple of
weeks, we are going to be recording our rendition of a great tune from A
Flock Of Seagulls. At the end of July, the first official video
shoot is taking place in a vintage church for the new tune, along with
another, whose imagery on the promo snip-it is creating quite the
controversy.
Gee, wait until the completed product
hits the global community. Oy!
Plans are also in the works to utilize
the same vintage church facility for our live show recording sometime in the
fall.
Stay tuned. Mr.
STONEking is really going to Rock your jock and socks right off!
"INSTANT KARMA'S GONNA GET
YOU!" (Lennon)
A wise woman once told me, "My
greatest disappointment is people." I couldn't agree more.
My disappointment stems from those who
find deception and lying to be an acceptable, conditioned nature.
I discovered Truth almost two decades
ago, and was truly surprised by the advancement it can have upon one's
life.
A couple years back, a bloke I know
was busy soliciting himself regularly on Craigslist and other
adult-related hook-up sites. He was
depicting himself with actual photographs, and 'convincing' the
desperate, lying players there that he was ten years younger than what
he is. It sent him reeling when I called him out on it.
Never mind that to this day he still
plays the soliciting game, complete with the same photographs, several
years old now, along with the same luring text.
The confusing part for me remains how
someone, once so desperate to "be a part of something", wastes
their precious moments giving themselves in to the dangers and ill-repute of
offering their hotel room on business trips to total strangers.
Imagine the lies being shared from the desperately married ones, or the
ones with their 'open' relationships.
From there, the lies snowball, pun
intended, and the mindset continues to believe the deceit.
Add liquor, televised fictitious
criminal and demented story lines, and a heaping of on-line porn, then
stir well.
Those players cannot conceive honor,
respect, or compassion, and suffer dramatically emotionally.
I couldn't resist once informing the
bloke that the Mayan belief of the shedding of Spiritual skin every 7
years would soon capture him once he hit an age number divisible by
7.
It's happening to him now, and the best
one can do is sit back and watch the destruction. Laughter is the
best medicine; however, I'll bet a small fortune that the bloke is doing
anything but laughing at this point.
Truth prevails and wins in the
end. Each and every time.
Look out! Those lies have karmic
reactions of epic proportions!
From the Macomb
Daily, June 3, 2010:
NO SECRETS HERE, WHATSOEVER
Just like when someone files in court,
all things are known. All Things.
How brilliant for those with facts and
witnesses to support the Truth, and it gets filed, as well. Oy!
Here is, without a doubt, the Greatest
in all regards of making all things known, from delivery to
topic.
She's indefinably Fantastic!
PARANOIA IS IN BLOOM
Such a great line, opening the
brilliant Muse tune, "Uprising". Definitely my single
word for the year.
Many thanks to my guitarist, Rob, and
his family for last night's graduation event for Bo, with so many
extended family members in attendance. Never have I been in a room
with so many discussions about relatives named "Greg". I
counted at least three.
To all else, the planning of the
October 24th Mr.
STONEking show, "LIVE: A HALF-CENTURY'S WORTH", is
gathering momentum. Already we've got ten songs planned for audio
and video recording. Note to the attendees, because of filming, no
one is permitted to arrive late or leave early. While Mr.
STONEkingis technically a G-rated act, some of the theatrics might be a bit
over-the-top, so use wise judgment if bringing little ones. There
is no stopping to accommodate the freaked out little, and not-so little,
ones.
Imagine the shock and horror to the
ones who will get to view it all later!?
They'll wish they would've been
there. No doubt.
Today, June 6th, marks the three-year
anniversary of The Last Supper, as written about in On-Going
Sagas: A Testimony Of Events,
and the second dream that altered me dramatically, and for the
better.
The first dream, involving me digging
in my Eye Garden at the corner of my Ohio property and unveiling a
uniquely shaped stone, came true just a couple months back. While
digging in the exact same spot where I was in my dream, the shovel
lifted out a Huge stone, bigger than what I dreamed of and wrote
about.
It was a profound moment, and I
couldn't wait to wash the stone off and bring it inside to proudly
display in the same room where so many people, mostly Unseen,
congregate.
A DAY SPENT
Since I managed to sit practically
motionless for once, not dance or move, at three concerts this past
week, one by the surprisingly Brilliant Psychedelic Furs, then
"Alice's House" would have been far more welcoming today than the
hospital.
Here's to my fellow Gemini!
P.S.--For the people who
think this blog is all about them and their relatives, Richard Butler's
birthday is June 5th.
"IT LOOKS LIKE JONESTOWN
FROM HERE"
I've been digging Concrete Blonde for
more than two decades; thus, when it was announced that Johnette
Napolitano pieced the band back together to commemorate the Bloodletting
album's 20th anniversary, I was ecstatic to see the group on stage
again.
Readers of my books will remember that
it was Johnette who changed me into a 'vampire' in May 2007. Five
months later, she did something with my twenty dollar bill that
shouldn't be done publicly, much less with my cash! Both events
are well-discussed and documented, and witnesses continue to correspond.
The photos below feature
the 'vampire' transformation, along with a personal message Johnette wrote to
someone I know named Greg.
As for the Columbus show of June 11,
2010 at the Newport, and June 13, 2010 at The Majestic in the D, it was
a case of Vampires Rising, as the show is promoted. Loud, vibrant,
and included all but this little ditty from YouTube.
I must also state that I was
introduced to new people at the shows who made a dramatic impact upon
the night, more than the band itself.
Bill from Indianapolis at the Columbus
show, along with Ken and Shawn in Detroit. I am so grateful to have you a part of my world now.
Here's to our fun-filled future!
A SACRED DAY
The Equinox and Solstices are veered
as Sacred to me, and written about in both
Four times a year, I ascend to the
summit of the Miamisburg
Mound, a conical-shaped ancient earthwork. Never mind that the
Ohio Historical Society's signage at the base indicates that 400 AD is
"prehistoric". Perhaps for the illiterates.
Today, June 21, 2010, as with every
time I'm there, a unique, personal experience transpires and I am swept
into the bliss of my Native heritage. To see the entire Miami
Valley spread below, and the distant horizons, including my house
coincidentally aligning on the same latitude, is what drives my soul to
an indefinable capacity. Everyone should have such a place to be
one with The Higher Authority.
It never ceases to amaze me when
answers to prayer inquiries come into fruition.
Later in the day I received the calls
I didn't anticipate so quickly.
Let it be a valuable lesson to those
whose lives are shallow and directionless.
These circumstances are not 'desires
of the heart'. What they are is Real. In every imaginable
capacity.
My life during the past two months was
by far thee most challenging with injury and recovery being the absolute
focus. On several occasions I sincerely thought I was near to The
End. No fear in going, either.
Thus, to be able to actually make it
on my own to the summit of the Miamisburg
Moundand do what I do best is a feat given everything I was suffering
with for what is one day younger than an oil spill.
I'll quote a distant relative: "I'm back and I'm proven! I'm back and I'm strong!"
(Gary Webb)
That may cause concern in certain
arenas.
It should.
Osiyo.
MORE 10/24
My guitarist and I were narrowing down
what needs to be done for our upcoming
October 24th Mr.
STONEking show, "LIVE: A HALF-CENTURY'S WORTH".
He brought up a closing song, something I couldn't quite 'see'
previously. I immediately agreed to start rehearsing for a studio
version of it and a couple others for us to rehearse to.
Not giving anything away, I went to
YouTube to watch the video of the actual band's version of our closing
number. I haven't see it in 20+ years.
I nearly shit when I saw the date the
subscriber added it:
October 24th, 2007.
In the event that someone somewhere
has feeble doubts, I photographed it and will be more than delighted to
share it once our performance is complete.
HEY, SOUL SISTAH!
Very rarely do I visit a CD store, but
felt an urge to do so a couple weeks back. Not sure why, either,
as I have most everything I need to get by.
In a music DVD area I wandered into, a
dark purple box caught my eye with the words, "Donna Summer:
The Journey". Inside was her autobiography, Ordinary
Girl, and a two-disc CD package. Shocked at the low price,
I knew it was the reason I was inspired to go within.
Never before have I read a complete
book verbatim in two days, but this one definitely grabbed my attention.
Donna Summer and I have a unique
history, actually. Aside from being the first woman performer to
nail my interest in 1975, even before Heart, I got to be a part of her
segments in Disneyland's 30th Anniversary Special in 1985. Twenty
years later, at her show at the Fraze Pavilion in Kettering, Ohio, I was
invited up on stage to share the mic during "On The
Radio". That little shindig Changed My Life, and is
well-documented in my first book, Reality
Therapy: The Influence of Rollercoasters, Religion, and Rock 'n Roll.
Going two steps further, she
absolutely Flattened me with a related incident at the Caesar's Windsor
show, August 22nd, 2009. I've never yelled to the level of knowing
my words came from my toes, and elevating my inner being to a volume
well-heard in her ear monitor from my sixth row position.
That was step one. The second
step is her and I sharing a unique experience, though hers was Years
before mine. At the age of 19, she insisted on going into the
Bowery, driven by the same inspiration as my CD store
adventure-turned-discovery. While in the Bowery, a man,
practically glowing, came up to her and said some rather distinct words
to her. Then vanished.
His words held true soon thereafter,
and thus began her epic travelogue.
I documented a near-identical
encounter of my own in On-Going
Sagas: A Testimony Of Events.
With mine, I demanded the man tell me his full name and phone
number to ensure his being real!
The fact that her and I share
something of that caliber is intense. Point blank.
Whoever put this footage together
nailed me, and it was the first YouTube search I did for the song. Go
figure.
AUGUST, 2010
ROCKIN' THE CHURCH OF THE
COVENANTS
It's been in the developing stages,
and at long last, Mr. STONEking took to the privately-owned church for
the first two music videos slated for release later this month, on the
27th.
The day was energized for everyone,
and Kevin Moore in the picture below is Blasting everyone with his
skills. On the final note of one of the tracks, with the excellent
acoustics, it sounded like gunfire!
No secrets will be revealed as to what
was filmed--or revealed! You'll have to wait for that in due time.
I'll say this much--having to crawl
the aisle in my suit and tie, amidst swirling fog, for six times, Kicked
My Ass!
(more to follow)
Mr. STONEking LIVE:
A Half-Century's Worth
Tickets are now on sale on-line or
by phone, for the October 24th live video recording show for Mr.
STONEking:
NOTE: Due to recording, NO
LATE ARRIVALS OR EARLY DEPARTURES. No exceptions.
ONE WEEK TO GO!
On Friday, August 27th, the first
song and video from Mr. STONEking will see the light of release.
As for the follow-up single and
video release, "You Can Run", scheduled for October 24th,
what's the word I say at the end of the song?
"Pussy"?!
Kind of sounds like it.
You'll just have to wait for that
special day to hear and see it for yourself.
In the meantime, get ready for the
first round. It'll make you move. One man already did.
WORTH REPEATING
Readers of my books will remember that
it was Johnette Napolitano of Concrete Blonde who changed me into a 'vampire'
on May 26th, 2007. Five
months later, on Columbus Day in Columbus, OH, (Cow-lumbus) she did something with my twenty dollar bill that
shouldn't be done publicly, much less with my cash! Both events
are well-discussed and documented, and witnesses continue to correspond.
The photos below feature
the 'vampire' transformation, along with a personal message Johnette wrote to
someone I know named Greg.
