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  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/24/2012 8:39:39 PM PDT · 26 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    April 2012
    Bay Area
    California

    This was really our first trip out of town. My birthday and the Masters always coincide, so it is one of my favorite times.

    We booked into the Marriot at Oyster Bay and it was a lovely suite overlooking the bay. Full kitchen and separate bedroom but the TVs were a little small.

    I was on my best behavior because we seem to be so right for one another, and this was our first overnighter.

    We divided our mornings into sightseeing and our afternoons into snacks and golf. It was so much fun to lay in bed and watch the Masters while sipping wine and snacking.

    We soon discovered that we could play a little and still watch golf. So all four days we would spend in bed while the golf was on and then we would nap a bit and hit the town.

    The wind was really up and we were all but blown away trying to get into the Beach Chalet for sunset.

    Once I discovered that they have a magnificent Basil Martini it has become one of my favorites. We sat at the window and ate while the wind raged and the sun slowly set. Our neighbors were kind enough to take a photo of us with my camera, and that picture is one of our favorites.

    There is a special place that I go to often at the end of Sloat Street where the North American Continent meet the Pacific Ocean. There is some parking, but the coastal erosion has ate into much of the viewing area.

    But it is special, before I had Outer Space radio I would go there and listen to the excellent space music on the local radio at night.

    The waves would be crashing and the perpetual fog would be in various states of thickness and I would zone out and think of many things.

    I took The Lady there.

    We sat and listened to the night and felt the chill of the cold water and air. It was beautiful.

    We had Bloody Marys at the Cliff House - trite but still a nice time, and then went to the Ferry House for the Farmers Market.

    It was pretty much your tourist itinerary except for the golf in the afternoon. Not a bad first excursion.

    We discovered that we liked each other and that there was a hell of a lot of chemistry between the two of us.

    And so it began - The Lady and I.

    Tonight we are home at her house and I am still writing while she talks on the phone.

    Some of the sod is not looking too well, perhaps the sprinkler in that corner is not providing coverage. That would explain the dead grass in the first place.

    It is nice to see all the birds drink in the fountain in the front yard. It rained yesterday but it is dry and hot today.

    Today she spoke with her daughter and broke the news that the widow has a boyfriend. It helps that I know and have spent time with her daughter a few years ago when she lived in the area.

    The good news is that it seems we have the daughters blessing, it may not be a big thing but it was very much on the mind of The Lady. I can see that she is relieved to have broken the news.

    And so it goes, the sun is setting and life seems all quiet and peaceful. All six zones of the irrigation system have cycled off and I will shortly move from the office to the back bedroom where she is happy and waiting.

    I am never certain which way the wind will blow, and there is a part of me that looks for trouble, not searching but ever vigilant for the possibility that this dream is transitory.

    There is a different feel in what we share. I have been alone for quite some time now and it is very refreshing to not be complacent and complete during my time separated from her - I enjoy the togetherness and it is hard to imagine how numb I once was.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/24/2012 4:43:30 PM PDT · 25 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    Fall 1977
    Texas Prison Farm
    Infirmary

    It was 5:00am in the hospital. I was awaiting the chain list.

    Every morning we would get the chain list, where the first word (due to security) was received of those being transferred off the farm.

    It was necessary to review the inmates medical file and see if medications or special precautions were necessary. Then all the medical files of everyone on the chain list was transferred to the building lieutenant for transport with the inmates.

    Because I was now serving as the “Physician's Assistant” on the day shift, it was my duty to review the files and issue medications required for the transit.

    It is called “catching the chain” for good reason. Early in the morning a big converted school bus with bars in the windows pulls up to the yard. There the inmates going on bench warrant, to pre-release or being transferred to another prison are shackled at the ankles and hands. A leather belt with chain loops is attached to your waist and the entire group is put onto the bus. Where you are put behind a screen fence and the chain is removed.

    I pulled the chain list from my box and started pulling records from our files until the world started spinning. For there on the list was my name.

    It says transferred to pre-release. That was beyond belief, how was this happening? I had to sit down and catch my breath. There was nothing else to do but my job, so I pulled all the files.

    I took the files to the Building Lieutenant and he smiled for the first time ever and said he would call me when it was time to gather in the yard.

    What I did not know was that because of the huge wave of drug offenders being given time, the governor had appointed a commission to recommend the early release of first time/non violent offenders.

    I had been freed from hell.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/24/2012 4:24:02 PM PDT · 24 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    I fell out with the sick call line and moved to the infirmary. Little by little the line passed inside where you met a pretend nurse, a pretend dentist or a pretend doctor.

    When I presented myself to the Captain, he had my jacket open. He said “you have never been to sick call have you?”. I said no.

    Little did I know that the longer you go without ever reporting to sick call the higher your approval level rose with the brass.

    Any number of malingerers, drug addicts and mental problems reported day after day.

    The Captain then surprised me by taking out a newspaper clipping of my capture and asked “it says you have a college degree, is that true?”. I said yes.

    He then asked if I would like a job in the Hospital.

    I was truly shocked, it never occurred to me that I might get a job. There were squad mates of mine who had spent decades in the field, and after only a year I was being offered a building job.

    I said yes.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/24/2012 4:12:15 PM PDT · 23 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    Summer 1977
    Texas Prison Farm
    Infirmary

    It is frightening to get a “lay-in”. If you have something scheduled then you are not surprised, but when you see your name on the board in the morning to lay in for sick call and you did not put in a slip - then it gets your heart racing.

    And for good reason. If it is to be a private beating then this is when it happens. The beating that are used to make a point with population are always public and usually in the yard. But after the hoe squads have left the building is when the real damage is inflicted.

    It is always written up as “fight among inmates” and in truth it really is. The building tenders, the turnkeys, the hired guns of the prison are all lifers with nothing to lose. If instructed, they will beat you to near death and eat lunch without blinking an eye.

    My mind raced thinking about any infraction or offense that I might have committed, but nothing came to mind.

    In the field I had earned my chops the old fashioned way. I fought when provoked and over the last few months, as I got better in the field, I had been used as a striker some.

    A striker is someone who can work hard, get out ahead of the squad and then drop in behind someone struggling to keep up and catch up their row. What you do is tell the inmate to move up to the squad and you work like hell on his row until you get it back to where he moved to. Then you run to your row and catch back up to the squad yourself. Striker.

    So my work in the field was good. I neither gambled or borrowed money, so they were not an issue.

    Nonetheless I took my watch and commissary book to a friend and asked him to hold it for me. It was best to never have anything on you that could be stolen or broken should you have the unfortunate experience to be moving out of your block with a turnkey escort, when somewhere in the farm you are taken aside and given a bit of attitude adjustment.

    Once was enough for me. Being a political type prisoner, there were plenty of jokers willing to make a name at my expense. I learned to avoid the issue.

    I learned to do time the Old Con way. Keep to yourself, read always, do not make eye contact, respond to any slur with fists immediately and never violate any of the old school rules. You do not snitch, you do not report to sick call, you do not gamble on sports, you do not borrow money to buy commissary and you never ever dream that you will get out of this hell alive.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/24/2012 2:33:52 PM PDT · 22 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    1979/1980
    New York City
    Hell’s Kitchen

    It is always strange when events put into clear perspective your limitations. And this was just such a night.

    We had been living together for a few months now and while I understood that she owned a booking agency for cabaret acts, the nuts and bolts of such an operation were a bit foreign to me.

    However, when she explained that Rock Hudson was appearing at one of her Venues as her guest - that got my attention.

    It appears that Rock was a friend because her father had directed Rock in a Broadway production in the Catskills when she was in High School and spending the summer with the production.

    OK, cool.

    The performer at her cabaret booking was an old friend of Rock’s from a TV series and he was dropping by to support his friend.

    What I did not know was that Rock would be attending the opening with his “constant companion” Tom.

    Before we separated a year later, I had visited their home on Christmas with my lady friend to deliver some kind of candy that was a tradition with them. I was surprised to see they lived on the bad end of Central Park. Not an area I would have chosen.

    Anyway - Here I was, fresh off the express turnip truck, with Rock Hudson hugging my girlfriend and the paparazzi crowding the sidewalk.

    Not your normal night.

    So it went. Her father being a Broadway producer had an eclectic group of friends and, to his credit; he often included me in his travels.

    Her folks lived on the Upper East Side near the river. One Saturday morning I found myself drinking beer with her father and his lifelong friend who worked now as a New York Supreme Court Judge. Her father was the typical older Jewish man with a barrel chest and a scar from top to bottom from his open heart surgery – not exactly the health nut. While the Judge was his same age but fit as a fiddle and an avid tennis player. We sat at the kitchen table and swapped stories about gambling and their experiences in WWII.

    One morning we were shocked to hear that our friend the Judge dropped dead on the Tennis court – there is no understanding the workings of fate.

    But to travel in that circle with such friends and companions was to change my life in profound ways.

    Years later on a trip to Austin Texas a group of my old college friends and I partied until about 1:00 in the morning and headed to get some chow. I love an early morning pastrami sandwich piled high with meat and good mustard, and nice sour pickle and a cold beer.

    The beer was easy but at the few places that were open - a pastrami sandwich was not only unavailable but viewed as a ridiculous request. Chicken fried steak yes, but alas very little else.

    I sat and thought of the hundreds of places in Gotham that were open and the huge number of choices available in both food and entertainment at all hours, and a little switch inside my mind flipped over.

    From that time on I understood that I enjoyed the full palette of life and would never settle for anything less.

    I never went back.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 9:48:07 PM PDT · 20 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    July 2012

    Sometimes I have trouble remembering the names of my four wives. I can always call them up but they are not on the tip of my tongue. I wonder if that is odd?

    Recently some business transactions were to require an upper level background check on myself and others to proceed. I just laughed at them. As if profit would motivate me to open my family to those very old and deep wounds.

    My daughter and her sons know nothing of the problems I faced as a young man, and I will do everything on earth to prevent that from happening.

    She was raised away from the insanity that her mother and I lived in during the 60s and early 70s, went to the Air Force and is a software executive. My grandsons play college ball and live a remarkably normal life. It is the greatest blessing of my troubled life.

    Until recently I had a firewall between the trauma of those days and my present incarnation. Two lives never to be connected.

    But this thing with time is bothering me. How is it all these vignettes are penetrating that fire wall and playing in my mind’s theater over and over.

    It is now leaking into my dreams as well.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 9:24:23 PM PDT · 19 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    The Midwest
    The Lost Years

    I am not sure how we ended up in Elkhart Indiana. We were trying to ride a freight train to Florida, but somehow in Harrisburg we had hopped the wrong train.

    It had been freezing in Harrisburg. There were no open freights and we were getting desperate so we decided to ride one of the flat cars that carries semi trailers.

    We crawled up where there are four tires surrounding us and the three of us huddled under our sleeping bags.

    It was the coldest I have ever been. We rode all night huddled together with the three bags on top. It was morning when we realized that we were moving thru Mid America - not Florida.

    The Englishman who called everyone “squire”, the carnival guy who changed his name about once a day and me.

    We raided the McDonald’s dumpster after closing time and scored a huge bag of tossed out product. But on our way back to the Elkhart yard the bull stopped us in his four wheel drive and said he didn’t mind if we caught a car out in the morning but to not sleep under the cars. Yea, that sounds like good advise.

    The next morning we shopped around and found the ELIN going to Indianapolis. The conductor allowed us to ride in a unit that was on the tail end of the line. He showed us the water and told us when they changed crews in the night to say we were a section crew catching a ride.

    When the train stopped the next day to do something a new conductor came back and gave us $10.00 and reminded us that Jesus would always help us in times of need. That is a bit of knowledge with which I was very familiar and have often relied on miracles of faith like someone would depend on the electricity coming into their home.

    This conductor like every worker we encountered on the rail lines was friendly, kind and helpful. It was if we were all engaged in an active conspiracy - trying desperately to keep an American legend alive.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 9:04:20 PM PDT · 18 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    It lasted a year. This was my fourth and last marriage and she was now fully vested in a local law firm, while I had lost all misconceptions about the islands.

    So we went our ways. I went to New York and she stayed on to handle the divorce and continue her sober and sane professional career.

    But, in all honesty, I must say she was never the same creature when sober and all business. The memories of our combustible lifestyle remain like typhoons blowing thru our shared days. It was never good or right, but it certainly was different.

    The lady from Akron Ohio called me in New York when our divorce was final and that is the last I ever heard from her

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 6:34:19 PM PDT · 17 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    Honolulu Hawaii
    Late 1970s

    I don't know why I threw the pizza, but it was done all the same. The pizza missed her and sailed over the railing to the parking lot below.

    Our room in the hotel was on the upper floors and we moved our fight into the hotel.

    How did it turn so badly so quickly?

    We were an odd couple - married briefly, separated and now trying to save that marriage. I had invited her to visit me in Arizona and she seemed more under control and possibly sane.

    It was the volatility that made her so exciting. When she drank, it was if someone had thrown a switch. The small petite lady became a fuzzy eyed demon who seemed to leave violence and chaos in her path. Perfect.

    She had gone to jail on our wedding night , which might have given a reasonable man a clue to the ending of such an affair - but alas the allure was just too strong.

    One night in Nevada we had married and partied the night away. However, as was often our pattern, we quarreled. The neighbors called the police about the two nut jobs screaming in the house next door.

    If she had not thrown the ashtrays at the cops things would have worked out better. Or if I had of gone and bailed her out instead of waiting until the next afternoon. But it went down as written and here we are.

    After a few months of mutual assured destruction I had moved to Arizona and drove back and forth to Vegas to play cards.

    But I had missed her and I understand if you are doubting my ability to make rational judgments, however I did.

    She came to visit and it was not crazy or anything so I suggested we take a trip to Hawaii to see how it goes.

    She flew to LAX from Reno and I from Phoenix. We met and went to the airport bar (I am reasonably certain that my motivation was relaxation and not any subliminal desire to destroy the civilized world as we know it) and shockingly we both got hammered.

    On the flight over we put away our share of the miniatures and landed on a windy night in Paradise.

    Went to the hotel and then for a pizza. Somewhere in that innocuous time line we tried to see just how many hot buttons we could push before someones head exploded.

    It turned out that it was mine.

    Never before and never since have I ever raised a hand to a lady or a child, but for some unknown reason as we walked on the outer walkway on the upper floor of our hotel it was too much. Just one too many biting, vicious comments by my lovely wife - and I threw the damn pizza at her head. She ducked and hardly seemed surprised. After all she is the expert in getting a bar into a full blow riot.

    But I was surprised and not very pleased.

    The next morning I gave her a proposition. If you will go on Antabuse then I will let you stay in Hawaii as long as you care too.

    We stopped drinking that morning and got an apartment on Paoakalani Avenue in a fully furnished condo that overlooked the Ali Wai Canal.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 4:49:22 PM PDT · 16 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    The cab dropped me in a little hotel that was once on the south side of the river near downtown.

    I had captured the money and safely returned without being tempted to “High Roll” it away.

    Now it was time to do what I always do best - translate liquid profit to tangible assets.

    I didn’t shave but did wash my face and put on a clean shirt under my safari jacket.

    When the cab picked me up I asked him to take me somewhere to buy a used Corvette. He said “sure boss”.

    We ended up on Kitski lane driving up and down the road looking into the lots.

    It was as you expect. Sitting on the front line, long red and dangerous looking. T tops and that beautiful long look of the early 70’s.

    I asked the driver to wait and went inside to the office where the owner and a young helper sit talking.

    I asked, politely, if I could test drive the red Corvette.

    When he looked at me like I had asked to bum a buck, I recalled that I was not looking my best or even close to what he must envision a sports car buyer to look like.

    The gentleman says - “well you know we have lots of people who come in wanting to drive these cars”. I did not let him finish because I have a bit of experience in cutting this type of conversation short. I reached into one of the pockets that held very large sums of money and upon pulling it out I remarked that I was very much looking to buy a nice car this morning.

    It all changed. Soon I was signing the papers, a cool $7,500 for the car and tipping the taxi driver.

    Time to take a vacation.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 4:24:46 PM PDT · 15 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    I started on Friday night and sometime about 10:00 in the morning on Saturday I went to take a comfort break in the men’s room and happened to break the trance long enough to look into the mirror.

    What I saw was not pleasant. My eyes looked like a Texas road map with all the little red lines, and I was wrinkled, unshaven and very rough on all accounts.

    It made me tired.

    I had played all night without stopping. Because I never drink alcohol while counting cards, I must have drank 20 glasses of orange juice, coffee and club soda.

    I had a bad case of Casino Ass and it was all but impossible to sit down anymore.

    I had been winning. How much I wasn’t even sure. There is a game we play to keep the amount of money you are winning uncertain to the pit boss. They do know exactly when they do the count, but for short spans it confuses the issue.

    It is the safari jacket. It must have ten different pockets, so every time my chip stack gets a little too large I will pocket a handful of green or black chips.

    The jacket felt heavy and full so it had to be good. In the early hours I had been on an absolute stone cold run of great cards. The count on the single deck was often +5 or more and I had flooded the table with money.

    Time to go. This is the part where the casino realizes you are going to take their money and leave - gets just a little colder in the room.

    I went back and asked to be colored up for what was on the table, the Pit Boss asked if I would like to color up the chips in my pockets and I declined.

    With a couple of pinks and a fist full of black I went to the cage and began stacking chips.

    $23,000 to the good. I couldn’t believe it. What a great run. I returned to the table and tipped the dealers very heavy and the little oriental waitress even heavier - then called for a cab.

    Now flush with cash and in the danger zone (where you are subject to give it back), I made a cabbies day and went back to Reno.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 4:05:05 PM PDT · 12 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Late 1970’s
    Northern Nevada

    It had been a terrible run. All the money I had won from Vegas was quickly disappearing in the casinos of Reno. I had played for two weeks and my luck was the getting worse. Being a card counter I fully understood that the math behind such a long run of poor results was getting lopsided in my favor – but it wouldn’t change.

    I decided to change the game. There was a limousine service that would run you up to Tahoe for a $150.00 and there was room at the Cal Neva at Stateline. So I packed up and headed for the Lake.

    The nice lady who was driving did not blink an eye when I asked her to pull into the 7-11 to get at bottle of champagne. My mood was sour and I was hell bent on changing both my luck and my disposition.

    I slammed the bottle in the back of the limo as we drove up the hill and I was starting to feel just a little better.

    After offloading at valet I checked the luggage and got my room keys, but because it was early afternoon I decided to play a bit. This would violate one of my most sacred rules (learned in the long years of losing). My entire bankroll was in my safari jacket. This is a huge no-no.

    You only carry a session bank on your person, you never spend more than your daily bank on any given day and you must have 20 daily banks in your bankroll to play full time.

    But here I was - a large roll of 100s in my right pocket and a room key in my left. I went to the men’s room and washed up. I was getting serious and I had absolutely no desire to start back over building my big bankroll by grinding out weeks of play.

    Showtime.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 3:43:37 PM PDT · 9 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Winter - Chicago Rail Yards
    The Lost Years

    I had found a nice boxcar in the middle of the boxcar graveyard. The graveyard lay below Soldier Field in a maze of tracks that stretched forever.

    I understand that the area has been gentrified and that the Mayor now lives on my old turf - strange how it goes.

    But it was a nice boxcar with a door that worked and new wood inside. I could lock the car/home in the day and unlock it at night - a very sweet deal.

    Because there was no water near, I had to cross the freeway on the overpass for the rail line to get water at Soldier Field. Not that I drank too much water in those days but occasionally.

    Normally I would stop at the corner, pick up a six pack and a chicken wing dinner then head thru the yard to home.

    Because I threw my chicken wing bones out the door there started to be a regular zoo of critters stopping by at night to see what was on the menu.

    One night I had a couple of gallons of water so I put out a small bowl of water and changed the world.

    From then on it was a family of possums, a pair of pheasants, numerous critters and the largest raccoon I had ever seen visiting the local watering hole.

    The raccoon would crunch the chicken bones with the most frightening sound I can describe. It was clear that he could eat your hand with no problem whatsoever.

    One day on my trip back from soldier field I saw the raccoon dead in the freeway. Both sad and foreboding.

    But the winter ended and I survived. One day the weeds were covered with spider webs and then in a remarkable dance of timing, a few days later the insects appeared.

    I moved on - but the memory of the animals visiting the watering bowl at night in the rail yard will always remain.

    As will the number $19.10. That is what you earned for a day’s labor from the labor pool. You got a $3.00 draw in the morning for bus fare or lunch or perhaps a nice 16oz. cold beverage.

    And it was plenty.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 3:38:47 PM PDT · 8 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    July 2012

    As you can imagine we have been absorbed in the British Open for the last four days.

    We decided to come into town Saturday night so that we could have room service this morning. It was a very wise move. We were up at 5am and enjoyed the luxury of having breakfast delivered without missing any of the golf.

    She drove her car so she hurried off to church while I headed to the mountains in my truck.

    There is a watermelon on ice in the bed and I intend to soak until late tonight. The hot water is great for my legs.

    I danced the ghost dance in the warm pool. The buoyancy of the water relieves the pressure and pain from my knees, allowing me to move gracefully and laterally.

    It reminds me of who I once was, and what my body did. When my mind clears, I reflect on the fact that not far from here on the side of a lake they danced the first ghost dance - in a time now gone.

    It is quiet in the mountains with the occasional hawk leisurely patrolling his realm. I drift off to thoughts about her yard.

    I have been working hard to repair the damage done to The Lady’s lawn. The irrigation system had been chewed in a bunch of places and as a result I have had to resod large portions of the lawn.

    It is not that hard to understand, with it being so dry all the animals can smell the water, so I built them a little ground level drinking fountain with stone and a two foot bowl.

    Hopefully they will drink here and not chew my repaired 5/8” plastic water feed line. Already we have seen a family of quail with the little fuzzballs swimming in the fountain while the male watched for hawks. There are tons of rabbits around her property but I have yet to see them drink.

    Last week we heard the coyotes playing near our window in the night and we found a disemboweled rabbit in the back yard one morning as a little gift.

    She borders the BLM land and it is beautiful up on the hillside overlooking the world with all the high desert wildlife and the city lights.

    It has become a bit of a habit of mine to drive back early in the morning with a cup of 7-11 coffee and a nice Maduro to enjoy the trip.

    Summer is moving along and I continue to jam all the life possible into each day. I hate everything about winter and dread the thought of the coming darkness.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    07/23/2012 3:31:35 PM PDT · 43 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Winter - Chicago Rail yards
    The Lost Years

    I had found a nice boxcar in the middle of the boxcar graveyard. The graveyard lay below Soldier Field in a maze of tracks that stretched forever.

    I understand that the area has been gentrified and that the Mayor now lives on my old turf - strange how it goes.

    But it was a nice boxcar with a door that worked and new wood inside. I could lock the car/home in the day and unlock it at night - a very sweet deal.

    Because there was no water near, I had to cross the freeway on the overpass for the rail line to get water at Soldier Field. Not that I drank too much water in those days but occasionally.

    Normally I would stop at the corner, pick up a six pack and a chicken wing dinner then head thru the yard to home.

    Because I threw my chicken wing bones out the door there started to be a regular zoo of critters stopping by at night to see what was on the menu.

    One night I had a couple of gallons of water so I put out a small bowl of water and changed the world.

    From then on it was a family of possums, a pair of pheasants, numerous critters and the largest raccoon I had ever seen visiting the local watering hole.

    The raccoon would crunch the chicken bones with the most frightening sound I can describe. It was clear that he could eat your hand with no problem whatsoever.

    One day on my trip back from soldier field I saw the raccoon dead in the freeway. It was both sad and foreboding.

    But the winter ended and I survived. One day the weeds were covered with spider webs and then in a remarkable dance of timing, a few days later the insects appeared.

    I moved on - but the memory of the animals visiting the watering bowl at night in the rail yard will always remain.

    As will the number $19.10. That is what you earned for a day’s labor from the labor pool. You got a $3.00 draw in the morning for bus fare or lunch or perhaps a nice 16oz. cold beverage.

    And it was plenty.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 3:23:04 PM PDT · 4 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Summer 2012
    Sierra Mountains

    I danced the Ghost Dance last night at sunset - it had been a long time. The moon was large and just visible thru the pine trees and I am feeling a little better, finally getting rested. The water from this remote hot springs seems to help my knees and it certainly helps my soul.

    I drove to the closest small town with a grocery store yesterday afternoon and bought 3 fried chicken breasts, 2 small watermelons, a jug of diet cranberry juice and $40.00 in lottery tickets. I try to never forget what the old woman said about buying the lottery – but, as of this reporting, not much happening on the hillbilly-retirement- fund scene.

    Soaking in the hot springs on a near perfect night high in the mountains with the owls and bats all diving about is a fine way to clear your head. And mine has been awfully thick lately. Sometimes I sleep too long, sometimes not long enough - too many thoughts and too many flashbacks.

    I decided to drive back to the city at 1:30 Am, wasting the rent on the cabin, just to sleep in my own bed.

    I have a date with The Lady today at 4:00 and not a hell of a lot other commitments pending. We will probably drive up to the Lake and have supper, seems like it’s going to be a great afternoon.

    Not too sure why I find myself writing, but it just feels right. Perhaps the wheels of change are in motion...

    When I spoke to The Lady she was all geared up for a nice night away from town. So I retooled and found a lake view suite available at Harveys on the South Shore.

    We met at the townhouse and I added my luggage to hers in her Lexus. As much as I love my big truck it is not fair to ask her to climb in and out when we are dressed up. And she was dressed up in a grand way. There was no question that I had made the right decision when I saw her sparkling blue outfit. Complete with red white and blue accessories.

    Sometimes the cowboy in me fails to rise to the appropriate social level when dealing with The Lady and her friends - but not tonight.

    We arrived at valet checked in and set up house in a lovely suite overlooking Lake Tahoe. These are very nice digs.

    I brought a bottle of champagne, a bottle of Baileys and bottle of vanilla flavored cognac and some unsalted nuts - she brought her MacBook Air.

    We dashed down to the hot tube to soak a little and settled into the elevated hot tub with a view of the lake and I, being a bit thirsty, went to the poolside bar.

    There to my surprise the bartender was closing down shop. I asked if we could still get a couple of Mai Tais and he was nice enough to say yes. Evaluating the early evening I put two fives on the bar and asked if he would make us four and charge them to our room. Being the enterprising young man you would expect to find in his position, he said yes.

    And so it went, we soaked in the sun and drank. As is our nature, after a bit of play and some showers we called for reservations at the Sage.

    The Sage is a very nice steakhouse from top to bottom. Decorated with old Native American lamps and a staff of what seemed like dozens. We settled in with an Absolute Martini, one olive, and glass of St. Michelle’s Riesling for her.

    While we waited on the Halibut and steak, we talked about New Orleans, our common attraction to that wonderful city, fishing in the Keys and her brother in Alaska.

    Not a bad night – A beautiful woman, excellent food and a warm summer evening at the Lake.

    The Bananas Foster was prepared at the table, keeping with the NO theme, and the waiter, after seeing my name on the guest book, brought the Maitre D over to chat with us for awhile. Nice folks.

    We played three card poker, roulette and video poker before pocketing our $98 win and heading upstairs.

    We both had glasses of room temperature Baileys and she curled up on the couch. I fired up her MacBook but had to pay $10 for wireless service because I forgot to bring my Sprint wireless thingy that plugs into the computer and gives me access anywhere.

    And now I am here with her crashed in the bed. It has been a great day and the past has remained quiet and orderly - in the past.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 3:19:27 PM PDT · 3 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Summer 2012

    Spent a wonderful evening on the porch with my lady sipping Courvoisier and smoking the old half of what was once a nice Rothschild Maduro before I left it outside for a few days A bit crumbly but nice.

    Her husband died last year and there are a lot of things need to be serviced, repaired or replaced. It has been cathartic for me. We had been friends for a long time and there was always that spark between us, but now that a year has passed since she became a widow – we have moved to a far different relationship.

    Some nights we spend at her beautiful home up on the hillside overlooking the city and sometimes we stay in town at my townhouse with the great view of the mountains at sunset. Not a bad life. We both feel a bit blessed right now, and just a little apprehensive about hoping it doesn’t end. You know the feeling – when things get just a little too perfect you begin to worry that it might go away.

    Perhaps this time it may not.

    We are both at an age where the wind is fairly consistent. She is retired except for the occasional gig as an expert witness in a civil suit – and I am at the end of a long and fairly successful career. A pretty good fit.

    It improves your reputation, I am discovering, when you are accompanied by a beautiful and elegant woman. I have not always had the greatest taste in women so it is strange to be complimented so often when out on the town.

    Elegant I suppose is the correct word for her countenance. For an old cowboy, I seem to have stepped a little out of my league.

    I rather enjoy the elevated air.

    But there is something odd happening to time. It continues to slow down. A recurrent phenomenon that allows me to make good decisions and be patient in all things – but it is worrisome. Scenes from my past keep slipping into the present. Why do scenes from my past slowly roll by in my mind like some old newsreel? Not vague thoughts but detailed and fully fleshed vignettes of both the important and the mundane.

    I will grant you that I am the sum total of all the rather unbelievable events that bring me to this keyboard – however, I do not care to relive them.

    Yet I do.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 3:18:50 PM PDT · 2 of 26
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Summer 1976
    Texas Prison Farm

    As a newcomer you really stick out on the Hoe Squad with your gleaming white uniform and pale skin. The old hands have worn and red dirt stained uniforms that reflect the time and wear that mark their years in the field. Faces worn by the Texas sun and spirits broken by the relentless weight of “doing time”.

    I am still a revolutionary in my spirit. Neither broken nor repentant, having fought the Law and lost, I resign myself to simply paying the price that the State says I owe. It is a foolish attitude that will not survive the cruelty of the coming years – but I do not know that yet.

    It is water that occupies most of my thought process. In the morning we get a water break and after so long in the county jails my body is screaming for water. When the break finally comes, the old man who is too crippled to work in the fields anymore, goes to the wood wagon being pulled by the tractor and brings us the bucket. It is a single bucket with a dipper. The bucket is filled with ice cold water – the finest beverage your mind can imagine.

    You drink by seniority – old hands down to the “new thangs” that have just been dropped into hell like aliens from another planet. It is an old metal dipper that stays cold itself even after your drink is finished; it tastes of decades of well water - the taste of the farm and of the closeness to the land that will soon mark your entire existence.

  • A Simple Twist of Fate

    07/23/2012 3:17:56 PM PDT · 1 of 26
    James Oscar
    Summer 2012 Daly City, California

    I am tired of walking the course even if it is the US Open and the scene is full of pageantry and excitement. My right knee is screaming, my forehead is badly sunburned and I have a terrible hangover from being on full throttle since arriving in town on Wednesday afternoon.

    So I have planted myself in a seat by one of the TVs in the Hospitality Tent which today (Sunday) has been moved from the Lake Merced Country Club ballroom to the 18th green outside the ballroom. Because I have just finished heavily tipping all the service staff and the bartender for the fine attention to detail they have shown myself and my friends over the last five days – my drink is a triple and everyone is all smiles.

    There are just a few of us here in the tent now, because it is Championship Sunday with the winner still in doubt – so most folks are on the course.

    But I am tired.

    In my golden years I have put on quite a bit of extra weight, wore out all the ligaments in my right knee and drink to excess at the drop of a dime. So being tired is a condition that seems to have become my default status in the afternoon.

    It is what it is.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    07/22/2012 9:55:39 PM PDT · 42 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    Winter - Chicago Railards
    The Lost Years

    I had found a nice boxcar in the middle of boxcar graveyard. The graveyard lay below Soldier Field in a maze of tracks that stretched forever.

    I understand that the area has been gentrified and that the Mayor lives on my old turf now - strange how it goes.

    But it was a nice boxcar with a door that worked and nice new wood inside. I could lock the car/home in the day and unlock it at night - a very sweet deal.

    Because there was no water near, I had to cross the freeway on the overpass for the rail line to get water at Solder Field. Not that I drank too much water in those days but occasionally.

    Normally I would stop at the corner and pick up a six pack and a chicken wing dinner and head thru the yard to home.

    As I threw my chicken wings out the door there started to be a regular zoo of critters stopping by at night to see what was on the menu.

    One night I had a couple of gallons of water so I put out a small bowl of water and changed the world.

    From then on it was a family of possums, a pair of pheasants, numerous critters and the largest raccoon I had ever seen visiting the local watering hole.

    It makes sense - there was no other water available and it was apparent that they could smell the (now large) pan outside my door.

    The raccoon would crunch the chicken bones with the most frightening sound I can describe. It was clear that he could eat your hand with no problem whatsoever.

    On day on my trip back from soldier field I saw the raccoon dead in the freeway. Why he would cross that road is beyond me.

    But the winter ended and I had proved to myself that I could live outside in the winter by the edge of the lake and live. I am not certain that I cared which way the experiment ended in those days. It did not seem important.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    07/22/2012 9:34:36 PM PDT · 41 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    As you can imagine we have been absorbed in the British Open for the last four days.

    We decided to come into town Saturday night so that we could have room service this morning. It was a very wise move. We were up at 5 and enjoyed the luxury of having breakfast delivered without missing any of the golf.

    God bless Ernie and his family, and Adam will have other chances to win.

    We had both cars so she was able to go to church and I, as is my wont, headed to the mountains in the truck.

    There is a watermelon on ice in the bed and I intend to soak until late tonight. The hot water is the greatest analgesic there is for my legs.

    It has become a bit of a habit of mine to drive back early in the morning with a cup of 7-11 coffee and a nice Maduro to enjoy the trip.

    Summer is moving along and I continue to jam all the life possible into each day. I hate everything about winter and dread the thought of the coming darkness.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    07/22/2012 9:16:55 PM PDT · 40 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    I danced the ghost dance in the warm pool this afternoon. The buoyancy of the water relieves the pressure and pain from my knees, allowing me to move gracefully and laterally.

    It reminds me of who I once was, and what my body did. When my mind clears with the fluid movement I am reminded that not far from here on the side of a lake they danced the first ghost dance - in a time now lost to us all.

    It is quiet in the mountains with the occasional hawk leisurely patrolling his realm.

    I have been working hard to repair the damage done to The Lady's lawn. The irrigation system had been chewed in a bunch of places and as a result I have had to resod large portions of the lawn.

    It is dry and all the animals can smell the water, so I built them a little ground level drinking fountain with stone and a two foot bowl.

    Hopefully they will drink here and not chew my repaired 5/8” plastic water feed line. Already we have seen a family of quail with the little fuzzballs swimming in the fountain and the male watching for hawks. There are tons of rabbits around her property but I have yet to see them drink.

    A few nights ago we heard the coyotes playing near our window in the night and we found a disemboweled rabbit in the back yard one morning as a little gift.

    She borders the BLM land and it is beautiful up on the hillside overlooking the world with all the high desert wildlife passing in parade.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    07/01/2012 11:30:17 PM PDT · 39 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    When I spoke to The Lady she was all geared up for a nice night away from town. So I retooled and found a lake view suite available at Harveys on the South Shore.

    We met at the townhouse and I added my luggage to hers in her Lexus. As much as I love my big truck it is not fair to ask her to climb in and out when we are dressed up. And she was dressed up in a grand way. There was no question that I had made the right decision when I saw her sparkling blue outfit. Complete with red white and blue accessories.

    Sometimes the cowboy in me fails to rise to the appropriate social level when dealing with The Lady and her friends - but not tonight.

    We arrived at valet checked in and set up house in a lovely suite overlooking Lake Tahoe. Very nice digs.

    I brought a bottle of champagne, a bottle of Baileys and bottle of vanilla flavored cognac and some unsalted nuts - she brought her MacBook Air.

    We dashed down to the hot tube to soak a little. We settled into the elevated hot tube with the great view of the lake and I, being a bit thirsty, went to the poolside bar.

    There to my surprise the bartender was closing down shop. I asked if we could still get a couple of Mai Tais and he was nice enough to say yes. Evaluating the early evening I put two fives on the bar and asked if he would make us four and charge them to our room. Being the enterprising young man you would expect to find in his position, he said yes.

    And so it went, we soaked in the sun and drank. As is our nature, after a bit of play and some showers we called for reservations at the Sage.

    A very nice steakhouse from top to bottom. Old native American lamps and a staff of what seemed like dozens. We settled in with an Absolute Martini, one olive, and glass of St. Michelle’s Riesling for her.

    While we waited on the Halibut and steak, we talked about New Orleans and our common attraction to that wonderful city, fishing in the Keys and her brother in Alaska.

    Perfect food, a beautiful woman and a warm summer evening - not a bad trifecta.

    The Bananas Foster was prepared at the table, keeping with the NO theme, and the waiter brought the Maitre D over to chat with us as we started to leave. Time to gamble.

    We played three card poker, roulette and video poker before pocketing our $98 win and heading upstairs.

    We both had glasses of room temperature Baileys but she curled up on the couch while I fired up her MacBook. Had to pay $10 for wireless service because I forgot to bring my Sprint wireless thingy that plugs into the computer and gives access anywhere.

    And now I am here with her crashed in the bed with local news on the tube. It has been a great day and the past has remained quiet and orderly - in the past.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    07/01/2012 11:30:47 AM PDT · 38 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    Summer 2012
    Sierra Mountains


    I danced the Ghost Dance last night at sunset - it had been a long time. The moon was large and just visible thru the pine trees and I am feeling a little better, finally getting rested. The water from this remote hot springs seems to help my knees and it certainly helps my soul.

    I drove to the closest small town with a grocery store yesterday afternoon and bought 3 fried chicken breasts, 2 small watermelons, a jug of diet cranberry juice and $40.00 in lottery tickets. I try to never forget what the old woman said about buying the lottery - but not much happening on the hillbilly retirement fund scene.

    Soaking in the hot springs on a near perfect night high in the mountains with the owls and bats all diving about is a fine way to clear your head. And mine has been awfully thick lately. Sometimes I sleep too long, sometimes not long enough - too many thoughts and too many flashbacks.

    Drove back to the city at 1:30 Am, wasting the rent on the cabin, just to sleep in my own bed.

    I have a date with The Lady today at 4:00 and not a hell of a lot other commitments pending. We will probably drive up to the Lake and have supper, seems like its going to be a great afternoon.

    Not too sure why I find myself writing, but it just feels right. Perhaps the wheels of change are in motion...

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/29/2012 1:21:33 PM PDT · 37 of 43
    James Oscar to James Oscar
    Summer 2012
    Daly City, California

    I am tired of walking the course even if it is the US Open and the scene is full of pageantry and excitement. My right knee is screaming, my forehead is badly sunburned and I have a terrible hangover from being on full throttle since arriving in town on Wednesday afternoon.

    So I have planted myself in a seat by one of the TVs in the Hospitality Tent which today (Sunday) has been moved from the Lake Merced Country Club ballroom to the 18th green outside the ballroom. Because I have just finished heavily tipping all the service staff and the bartender for the fine attention to detail they have shown myself and my friends over the last five days – my drink is a triple and everyone is all smiles.

    Just a few of us here at the tent now, because it is Championship Sunday with the winner still in doubt – so most folks are on the course.

    But I am tired.

    In my golden years I have put on quite a bit of extra weight, wore out all the ligaments in my right knee and drink to excess at the drop of a dime. So being tired is a condition that seems to have become my default status in the afternoon.

    It is what it is…..

    “And you're losing all your highs and lows ain't it funny how the feeling goes away”


    Summer 1976
    Texas Prison Farm

    As a newcomer you really stick out on the Hoe Squad with your gleaming white uniform and pale skin. The old hands have worn and red dirt stained uniforms that reflect the time and wear that mark their years in the field. Faces worn by the Texas sun and spirits broken by the relentless weight of “doing time”.

    I am still a revolutionary in my spirit. Neither broken nor repentant, having fought the Law and lost, I resign myself to simply paying the price that the State says I owe. It is a foolish attitude that will not survive the cruelty of the coming years – but I do not know that yet.

    It is water that occupies most of my thought process. In the morning we get a water break and after so long in the county jails my body is screaming for water. When the break finally comes, the old man who is too lame to work in the fields anymore will go to the wood wagon being pulled by the tractor and bring us the bucket. It is a single bucket with a dipper. The bucket is filled with ice cold water – the finest beverage your mind can imagine.

    You drink by seniority – old hands down to the “new thangs” that have just been dropped into hell like aliens from another planet. It is an old metal dipper that stays cold itself even after your drink is finished; it tastes of decades of well water - the taste of the farm and of the closeness to the land that will mark your entire existence.

    Summer 2012

    Spent a wonderful evening on the porch with my lady sipping Courvoisier and smoking the old half of what was once a nice Rothschild Maduro before I left it outside for a few days A bit crumbly but nice. I have been trying to adjust the water system in her yard. Several zones are not right yet and the lawn has some sad looking spots. Water will cure it.

    Her husband died last year and there are a lot of things need to be serviced, repaired or replaced. It has been cathartic for me. We had been friends for a long time and there was always that spark between us, but now that a year has passed since she became a widow – we have moved to a far different relationship.

    Some nights we spend at her beautiful home up on the hillside overlooking the city and sometimes we stay in town at my townhouse with the great view of the mountains at sunset. Not a bad life. We both feel a bit blessed right now, and just a little apprehensive about hoping it doesn’t end. You know the feeling – when things get just a little too perfect you begin to worry that it might go away.

    Perhaps not this time.

    We both are at an age where the wind is fairly consistent. We are settled, she is retired except for the occasional gig as an expert witness in a civil suit – and I am at the end of a long and fairly successful career. Again, a pretty good fit.

    It improves your reputation, I am discovering, when you are accompanied by a beautiful and elegant woman. I have not always had the greatest taste in women so it is strange to be complimented so often when out on the town.

    Elegant I suppose is the correct word for her countenance. For an old cowboy, I seem to have stepped a little out of my league.

    I rather enjoy the elevated air.

    But there is something odd happening to time. It continues to slow down. A recurrent phenomenon that allows me to make good decisions and be patient in all things – but it is worrisome. Scenes from my past keep slipping into the present. Why do scenes from my past slowly roll by in my mind like some old newsreel? Not vague thoughts but detailed and fully fleshed vignettes of both the important and the mundane.

    I will grant you that I am the sum total of all the rather unbelievable events that bring me to this keyboard – however, I do not care to relive them.

    Yet I do.
  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 4:19:44 PM PDT · 24 of 43
    James Oscar to NormsRevenge

    OK

    We are on our second round and have eaten something served in a carved out potato(e). I am told it was caviar - but it was odd none the less.

    Part of our group just got back from the course and are having a snack before going back. Four more are coming in from the city to meet us and we are all going back for the last hour or so.

    Tiger just regained the lead and it could get dicey on the back nine. The 16/17 stands are right inside the security checkpoint so that looks like our destination.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 4:02:46 PM PDT · 23 of 43
    James Oscar to Neanderthal

    We arrived on Wednesday and it was building a bit. But this is just crazy.

    They are passing hors d’oeuvres now and setting up the evening buffet.

    The only way to do this is with a corporate package. We can park at the Merced Club House and shuttle to the event 10 minuets away. There is no parking anywhere in the city otherwise. Cops and blockades everywhere.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:52:45 PM PDT · 22 of 43
    James Oscar to NormsRevenge

    Norm,

    The grandstands at the 16/17 turn is a primo spot. You can see the approach on the 670 YD. 16th and the tee on the 17th. Great spot.

    NO wind to speak of an the sun is kicking.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:43:43 PM PDT · 20 of 43
    James Oscar to molson209

    Well it has gained some yardage over the years but still got most of the mane.

    Grabbed a quick haircut Thursday in the City and the Asian stylist called me the “red faced Budda”. Said it meant loyalty. I hope that was true and not really “stupid drunk tourist”.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:34:25 PM PDT · 15 of 43
    James Oscar to jobim

    Hunter took a perfectly good firearm and wrote his own final comments. Wish he could have held on longer.

    Really miss his art.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:31:31 PM PDT · 14 of 43
    James Oscar to jwalsh07

    The field is 10,000 over par and the greens are getting arid. It will be a long afternoon - wish I had a good spot on 13.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:31:31 PM PDT · 13 of 43
    James Oscar to jwalsh07

    The field is 10,000 over par and the greens are getting arid. It will be a long afternoon - wish I had a good spot on 13.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:24:51 PM PDT · 10 of 43
    James Oscar to NormsRevenge

    I was freezing on Wednesday and somehow burned my face and forehead like a Hiroshima survivor.

    But at least I could see something - now it is just crazy and I have opened another beer here where the 8 tvs are a lot better than row 6 on the middle of the fairway.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:19:49 PM PDT · 6 of 43
    James Oscar to Seaplaner

    LOL

    Indeed - well the brain is a bit foggy. Never experienced this type of crowd on a course.

    Two hour wait to check your cellphone and security checkpoints that are very personal and thorough.

    45 minuets to buy a beer - limit of two only. The walk from the limo drop off is uphill about 35 miles and the course seems to stretch from sea to shining sea. Still have not walked the entire 18.

  • LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)

    06/16/2012 3:06:18 PM PDT · 1 of 43
    James Oscar
  • Reward offered in death of Lightning Medicine Cloud

    05/04/2012 9:07:31 PM PDT · 76 of 161
    James Oscar to 2111USMC

    On May 12th, in the middle of a thunderstorm something remarkable happened on Arby Little Soldier’s ranch in Texas - the birth of a white buffalo,an animal rich in the lore of Native Americans and sacred to many tribes.

    White buffalo are extremely rare. To be considered sacred, Little Soldier says, there are certain markings.

    Little Soldier would like to name the calf Lightning Medicine Cloud, but that must wait until tribal leaders from around the country gather at his ranch to determine what prophecy the white buffalo brings.

    Little Soldier grew up on a reservation in North Dakota. His great grandfather he says was the son of the legendary chief Sitting Bull.

    The Little Soldiers have a herd of 1600 bison in North Dakota, selling meat and byproducts, keeping just a small show herd here.

    The last true white buffalo, they believe, was born in 1994 in Wisconsin — a female named Miracle.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/31/2012 5:32:47 PM PDT · 332 of 348
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Fast mutations explain why HIV is so dangerous

    One of the ways by which viruses evade our immune system is mutation. They change parts of their genetic code, which results in small differences in the production of molecules that make up the ‘body’ of the virus. These changes often render the body ‘blind’ for the threat, because it is set to respond against predetermined molecular signatures. Scientists from MIT and Harvard have revealed that HIV, the virus that causes AIDS, undergoes several mutations in the first few weeks after infection. This may be the reason why HIV is so effective in destroying our bodily defences, and it is important information for vaccine development.

    Mutations

    After HIV enters the body, it undergoes several rapid mutations in order to evade immune cells that are out to destroy the virus. That is what the researchers discovered when they looked at the genetic code at different time points after infection. It appears that these rapid adaptations are required to keep the HIV infection steady, and allow for an efficient rate of reproduction, necessary for the pathogenic process in which the virus tries to maintain its presence in the body. It was already known that mutation poses one of the key successes for HIV, but a mechanism that reveals fast adaptations right after infection is new for us.
    The molecular mechanism by which HIV infects a cell. Specific surface markers enable entry into the cell, whereafter the cellular machinery is hijacked to copy its genetic code.

    Response

    It appears that HIV has ways for a rapid response against whatever it is that the immune system is throwing at it. The scientists found that whenever the immune system had raised a bunch of cells able to recognize certain molecular signatures present on the viral surface, known as an epitope, HIV was able to change it. It means that the virus holds an extremely effective mechanism to escape from the immune system, by adapting as soon as our defences cooked up a way to destroy the virus. Because viral destruction is impossible without raising cells able to recognize something as foreign, our immune system is effectively blind.

    http://betastuffs.blogspot.com/2012/...hiv-is-so.html


    “Then again using air travel it continued in its march to geographical saturation until it now resides in over 30 million bodies - in every corner of the globe. Think of those 30 million poor souls as independent laboratories, each producing uncountable reproductions and mutations daily - with only one goal.

    Q: And what would that goal be?

    MA: To break out.

    Q: You mean to be more virulent, don’t you?

    MA: Yes, it has only one purpose, only one drive and only one effect - it kills human beings.

    This bit of malevolent RNA has now colonized the planet earth and is working on a scale that you cannot imagine to move from host to host more efficiently. As it now exists, it is very difficult for it to pass from host to host. That being so, any mutation that allows it more access to a wider number of carriers will be highly beneficial to the organism and its relentless attack on our species.

    Q: I can understand that. But it has not evolved in that arena yet, why do you believe that there is a likelihood of it becoming more transmittable?

    MA: There are really not that many potential outcomes.

    1. We find a way to kill it.
    2. It continues to be a manageable chronic illness.
    3. It becomes more virulent.”

    Mother Abigail
    NOVEMBER 26, 2010

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/31/2012 5:17:09 PM PDT · 331 of 348
    James Oscar to James Oscar
  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/31/2012 5:04:39 PM PDT · 330 of 348
    James Oscar to blam

    Thought you might be interested in the post above - because of MA’s prediction.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/31/2012 5:02:27 PM PDT · 329 of 348
    James Oscar to PA Engineer; Domestic Church; potlatch; LibertyRocks; OwenKellogg; onyx; CJ Wolf; caww; redgolum; ..

    John Size, CTVNews.ca

    Date: Sat. Mar. 31 2012 11:17 AM ET

    A new strain of human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) in Saskatchewan may be the cause of an increase in AIDS-related deaths in the province, experts say.

    A leading researcher at Vancouver’s Simon Fraser University said the new strain appears to be unique to Saskatchewan.

    “It may mean there’s a highly fit virus that has evolved and is just working really well in moving through this population,” biologist Jamie Scott told CTV Saskatoon.

    Experts aren’t sure what the new strain may mean for infected persons, but mortality rates in the province appear to be on the rise.

    “Why are people dying so much from the virus here? People are advancing to AIDS and much more so than normal,” Scott said.

    http://www.ctv.ca/CTVNews/Canada/20120331/HIV-Saskatchewan-AIDS-20120330/#ixzz1qk2nfpsU

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/17/2012 10:34:40 AM PDT · 326 of 348
    James Oscar to Smokin' Joe

    Joe,

    This is insanity. What in the world are they thinking?

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/17/2012 8:59:46 AM PDT · 324 of 348
    James Oscar to PA Engineer; Domestic Church; potlatch; LibertyRocks; OwenKellogg; onyx; CJ Wolf; caww; redgolum; ..

    By Amir Makar / Daily News Egypt March 15, 2012, 6:37 pm

    “HIV is a phenomenon, not a disease,” said Kozman in his presentation, demonstrating that HIV sufferers in Egypt (whom he estimates to be at least 30,000) experience a trilogy of S’s: shame, stigma, and silence.

    He warned of an impending catastrophe if no steps were made to increase awareness about STD’s and take proper measures to handle HIV spread.

    Explaining the role played by Ashoka, Kozman said the organization taught him how to address the community, run an NGO, and particularly deal with the media and television.

    The lattermost was extremely important. His NGO was “among the most attacked NGOs in Egypt … even more than those recently shutdown that advocated human rights,” especially when it came to revealing medical corruption and unjust treatment of HIV carriers.

    Pregnant HIV carriers who went into labour, he continued, were referred to fever hospitals rather than ordinary delivery ones. Carriers were also rejected for treatment by ordinary doctors who feared the associated social stigma.

    http://thedailynewsegypt.com/development/social-entrepreneurs-find-needed-guidance-at-ashoka.html


    MA might not be far off target when she predicts Egypt as an early warning sign of HIV mutation.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/08/2012 6:57:50 AM PST · 320 of 348
    James Oscar to ZX12R

    There are only two still alive.

    Woman, 51, child of index case hospitalized and recovering - seasonal influenza A/H3 confirmed, staph infection not confirmed

    Woman - elderly, sister of index case hospitalized March 6 with fever - no diagnosis at this time (another report says being treated for flu symptoms)

    above is what we have on those two.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/08/2012 6:49:50 AM PST · 318 of 348
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Maryland flu deaths mysterious

    The Calvert County investigation into the flu deaths of 3 family members in Lusby, Maryland, found two of them–a 58 year-old brother and his 56-year-old-sister died of serious lung infections, a complication of seasonal flu.

    The CDC already has confirmed the siblings died of influenza A. The strain is still unknown. Their 81-year-old mother, who was being cared for by her three children died at home Thursday of complications from the flu. The surviving sibling, a 51-year-old woman, remains in guarded condition at MedStar Washington Hospital Center in Washington, D.C., where she is responding to treatment.

    Dr. David Rogers, Health Officer of Calvert County, says the investigation into the flu deaths of the three family members in Lusby, Maryland, is continuing. Rogers told CNN while unusual, these were isolated cases and the community at large should not be overly concerned or alarmed.

    “This is extremely rare. I think what happened here is that we had an elderly woman who got flu, then she suffered a complication of flu, a severe bacterial pneumonia. Three kids came to provide bedside care and came in close contact. They may not only have caught flu from her but the serious lung infection that she had.”

    Rogers said. “This is a very isolated situation where you have four people in a home, in close contact. This happens not infrequently in elderly people.”

    The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention estimates 90% of seasonal flu related deaths and more than 60% of flu related hospitalizations in the United States each year are in people 65 or older.

    The sister of the deceased 81-year old woman is now also being treated for flu like symptoms at MedStar Washington Hospital Center.

    Dr. Janis Orlowski, Senior Vice President and Chief Medical Officer at MedStar Washington Hospital Center, says the woman was admitted last night and is in fair condition.

    “We don’t yet know what this is about,” Orlowski said. “She has a fever and a cough. They were all together at a funeral last week. Individuals could easily have caught the flu–a large gathering of people, hugging, consoling, possibly sharing a meal.”

    “If the individuals had the flu at that time it is quite likely that others are showing signs of the flu,” says Orlowski. ‘If I was in that family and felt ill, I would seek medical attention early.”

    Orlowski also treated the brother, who passed away at the hospital Monday night.

    She says the bacterial infection they had was a staphylococcal (staph) infection, which she calls a super infection. Cultures on the surviving sister are not back yet. The source of the staph is still unknown, but Orlowski says the bacteria is naturally on the body. On skin, in the nose. Most people, she says, don’t catch it from someone else.

    “The question is did the mother have the staph where it went to the hands of the children and they got infected or did each end up becoming super infected with their own bacteria and we don’t know the answer to that. It’s likely we will never know.”

    And rare enough that they looked for other sources.
    “We did look for poison, carbon monoxide in the house, did they all ingest something?” Orlowski asks. “It’s astonishingly rare, such that we are all looking that other explanations.”

    Orlowski says over the last several days the hospital emergency room filled with nearly 400 patients. Most had chronic illnesses like heart failure, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) and liver disease made worse by a bout of flu.

    “It’s flu season in the mid-Atlantic area so I urge the public to get vaccinated if you have not been, wash your hands, and if you are ill, don’t go to school or work. We don’t want you to spread the illness.”

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/08/2012 6:44:25 AM PST · 317 of 348
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Here’s an obituary for a fourth fatality that is a relative of this cluster. Noting the date, his may be the funeral that the other victims attended.

    Name:
    BRIAN W. BUCK

    Dates:
    Birth date: March 25, 1961
    Death date: February 25, 2012

    Obituary:
    Brian Winfred Buck, more affectionately known as “Jake” and “Bally”, was born on March 25, 1961 in Calvert County, Maryland to the late Frances Delores Stewart Buck and Nathaniel Buck, Sr. He peacefully departed this life on Saturday, February 25, 2012.

    [snip]

    Left to cherish many memories of his life are his two beautiful daughters and six grandchildren whom he deeply loved: Nadine (Jonah, Lynaijah, & Jamon), and Levina (JayVion, Kaniya & Merriyah), three brothers: Nathaniel, Jr. (Joyce), Steve (Mary Jane), and Levi (Felicia), three sisters: Robin (friend Stanley), Renea (Leroy), and Brenda (friend Kevin), three uncles: James, Richard, and Charles Buck, six aunts: Ruth Blake (now deceased), Beatrice, Louise, Patricia, Delores, and Mary Buck, Marnette and Lucille Stewart, and Emmalene Holland, a very special friend Catherine Stewart, along with a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends.

    Visitation:
    10:00 am to 11:00 am on Saturday, March 3, 2012 at Eastern UM Church 975 Eastern Church Road Lusby, MD 20657 (map/driving directions)

    Service:
    11:00 am on Saturday, March 3, 2012 at Eastern UM Church 975 Eastern Church Road Lusby, MD 20657 (map/driving directions)


    Note: This man DID NOT die of flu. Nevertheless, it provides a clue as to whose funeral it could have been and the timing (and a fourth tragic death in the same extended family).

    Calvert man crushed while cutting up tree

    Published: February 26
    A Calvert County man died Saturday afternoon when a root ball the size of a small car rolled onto him while he was cutting up a toppled tree, authorities said.

    Brian W. Buck, 50, of Lusby was working on an oak tree that fell last August during Hurricane Irene, said Lt. Steve Jones of the Calvert County Sheriff’s Office. When a large log rolled into the hole where the tree once stood, Buck jumped into the hole to retrieve the log.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/08/2012 6:38:05 AM PST · 316 of 348
    James Oscar to CJ Wolf

    Growing H3 Maryland Death Cluster Raises Concerns
    Recombinomics Commentary 12:00
    March 8, 2012

    “We don’t yet know what this is about,” Orlowski said. “She has a fever and a cough. They were all together at a funeral last week. Individuals could easily have caught the flu–a large gathering of people, hugging, consoling, possibly sharing a meal.”

    “If the individuals had the flu at that time it is quite likely that others are showing signs of the flu,” says Orlowski. ‘If I was in that family and felt ill, I would seek medical attention early.”

    The above comments strongly suggest that the sister of the index case (81F) for the Calvert County, Maryland cluster is also infected by the H3 confirmed in her sister, nieces, and nephew. This case raises serious concerns about the Calvert County announcement of no new cases or clusters, which appears to be dependent on lab confirmation and thus, is ignoring symptomatic contacts, include the above hospitalized case.

    Moreover, the above case has fever in cough, in contrast to media reports claiming that the only symptom upon hospitalization was fever.

    Moreover, the funeral cited above is almost certainly the March 3 funeral (in Lusby) for a nephew, who was killed while falling a neighbor’s tree, also in Lusby. Thus, the transmission chain appears to be active, and new cases should be developing symptoms this week.

    More information on cases under investigation would be useful, as would detail on the H3 testing (which has been withheld), including full sequences for all eight gene segments.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/08/2012 6:37:10 AM PST · 315 of 348
    James Oscar to CJ Wolf

    Index case - Woman, 81, disease onset February 23, death at home March 1 - influenza not confirmed but highly suspected

    Woman, 56, child of index case, disease onset February 28, died in hospital March 5 - seasonal influenza A/H3 confirmed + staph infection

    Man, 58, child of index case, disease onset February 28, died in hospital March 5 - seasonal influenza A/H3 confirmed + staph infection

    Woman, 51, child of index case hospitalized and recovering - seasonal influenza A/H3 confirmed, staph infection not confirmed

    Woman - elderly, sister of index case hospitalized March 6 with fever - no diagnosis at this time

    Sources:

    CIDRAP report March 7

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/07/2012 5:25:13 PM PST · 313 of 348
    James Oscar to PA Engineer

    This case is an anecdotal report which has not been verified by any other source.

    Always remember to take Dr. Niman’s commentaries with a grain of salt. He tends to be a bit dramatic. But he has been right a lot.

  • THE COMING WAVE (An Interview With Mother Abigail)

    03/07/2012 11:28:59 AM PST · 309 of 348
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    Commentary

    Another Fatal H3 Case In Maryland?
    Recombinomics Commentary 18:45
    March 7, 2012

    My 33 year old sister died on Tuesday morning in BWMC (old North Arundel) she got sick over the weekend was coughing up blood by Monday and died 4:30 am Tuesday. Hospital said it was pneumonia. but It happened so fast. sounds just like what these people had.

    The above comments represent another anecdotal report on flu-like cases in the Washington DC area. The above fatal case (33F) was said to be at the Baltimore Washington Medical Center, just south of Baltimore, and was in response to comments on the Calvert County cluster, which has been H3 confirmed.

    Although these comments are unconfirmed, the earlier description of the Calvert cluster coughing up blood was confirmed by subsequent media reports.

    An earlier press release denies additional similar clusters, the above description appears to be a single case that was not part of a reported cluster.


    http://smnewsnet.com/archives/10857

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    03/07/2012 11:16:06 AM PST · 308 of 348
    James Oscar to James Oscar

    5th Calvert family member at hospital

    By Lena H. Sun, Wednesday, March 7, 11:00 AM

    A fifth member of the Calvert County family stricken by serious lung infections and complications of flu is at MedStar Washington Hospital Center for evaluation, a spokeswoman said Wednesday. Three family members have died in the past week.

    The newest person to come under medical attention is the sister of Lou Ruth Blake, 81. Blake died at her home in Lusby on March 1. The sister has a fever but does not appear to have other flulike symptoms, the spokeswoman said.

    Blake’s son, 58, and one daughter, 56, died Monday after they were hospitalized with upper respiratory symptoms. They had been taking care of their mother.

    A second daughter, 51, who had also been a caregiver, is improving and is likely to be moved out of intensive care some time Wednesday, according to hospital spokeswoman So Young Pak.

    Hospital officials said tests confirmed that the siblings who died had a strain of the influenza A virus and each also acquired a serious staph infection before they were hospitalized. The two developed severe bacterial pneumonia, which is not uncommon in people infected with the flu virus. The flu virus weakens and damages the lungs, and infection develops when bacteria invade.

    Calvert County health officials said in a statement Wednesday that the cases were isolated to a single family and “there are currently no other affected individuals.” They said local health-care providers are not reporting any significant increase in patients with flulike symptoms.

    Calvert County health officials have also been testing inside Blake’s home to determine whether there are additional substances there that could have contributed to the illnesses.

    http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/5th-calvert-family-member-at-hospital/2012/03/07/gIQAYZYFxR_story.html