Claire Horner


Claire Horner

by John OBrien

When I was about 15 or 16, I used to hang out at the Venice West Café. I met a lot of peculiar and interesting people there — none more interesting (or more peculiar) than the poet Claire Horner. He used to hang out on the beachfront, at the pagoda at Dudley and the Boardwalk during the day, and in the VWC at night. He read poetry in the Café, and peddled his mimeographed “books” of poetry out of a brown paper bag. They had names like “Please don’t step on the Bacon”, and were usually about 50 – 75 pages, on kindergarten art class quality colored paper. He read alongside people like Bukowski, and performance artist Taylor Meade. But Claire never got famous — partly, I think, because he really wasn’t all that great.

His poetry was uneven. Some of it was spacey, word picture stuff that was like a cross between E.E Cummings and ASCII art. Some of it was sentimental slop in the vein of Rod McKuen. What I liked best (being 15) was his humor – scatological, vile, and unrepentant in its anti authoritarianism. More than that, I liked Claire because he had time. He only worked when he needed money, and he mostly just hung out — and he had time to talk to a kid who wanted to know everything about art and truth and beauty and who asked a whole lot of really stupid questions.

I don’t know what happened to Claire. When I came back to Venice in the early eighties, he was gone. He had always been a private man, not interviewing with the poetry press and not liking to be photographed. I had one of his books somewhere, but it’s gone now. Even if I knew where it was, because of the paper, it would be dust and crumbles now.

But he had time. That was the exception — most of the creative people I knew were busy, and moving forward. I was lucky to meet a few who head time for a kid. They were the people that pretty much determined the direction my life took. Venice was a hotbed then — a throbbing pulse of new culture, and it’s really hard to convey the feeling of excitement that was floating around then. Things were changing, and everybody wanted to see what came next.

NOTE: The large image of Claire Horner at the top of the page comes from filmmaker and photographer Leland Auslender’s short film Venice Beach in the Sixties: A Celebration of Creativity. Look for more on that film and other of Auslender’s work in DI in the future. In the meantime, to learn more about Auslender and his “Celestial images” inspired by the years he spent in Venice (and documented in the film), go to celestialimages.com.


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  1. 1 shanna baldwin moore on December 2, 2008 10:01 pm

    Maurice Lacy the fellow he is with always sat in the corner by the window in the Venice west…

  2. 2 Ralph Morin on December 8, 2008 4:30 pm

    I knew Clair very well and I know what happened to him. I have most all or all of his books and we made a docunemtary about the Venice West Cafe. You may contact me if you wish. 310-589-2519.
    Ralph.

  3. 3 Diana on March 30, 2009 3:42 pm

    I met Claire in 1965 at the Venice West Cafe when I was an 18 year old kid newly arrived from New Jersey. We chatted several times and exchanged letters for a couple years after I returned to NJ. A most interesting man who made me laugh and think. Used to have two of his book but they recently got away from me and I think I miss them. Pretty interesting combination of pedestrian and weird “poetry” but always good for a trip down memory lane. Diana

  4. 4 Sidney Horner on July 4, 2009 2:06 am

    Clair was my father; my parents were divorced when I was 10 years old. Clair took off with me and we went to Florida for a year. We were tracked down and I was returned to my mother in 1957. I have great memories of that year. Clair was a few decades before his time, a very talented and complex person. He lived his life as he on his own terms. He built model airplanes with 8 ft wing spans that we would put in flight and chaise with the car. We had a large living room in an old farm house that would be full of “Dirty Dan the space pirate” in B29 looking space ships fighting more modern looking space ships all drawn by hand that moved by rolls of the dice, we saved the galaxy many times. He did sculpture, cartoons for the newspaper, worked as a radio announcer, sold vacuum cleaners, hustled pool, raised gardens, etc. He took great pride in converting preachers out of their faith and He could give you a verse of the bible that would tell you the opposite of the one you picked. From what my mother tells me he had an IQ of 166 and loved women and playing with your mind. He wanted to be a stay at home dad do his artwork and raise us kids. People convinced my mother (a Christian School Teacher, not a match made in heaven) that that was not normal. Of course he was not the norm in 1957. Sid Horner

  5. 5 paul smith on July 27, 2009 7:52 pm

    I was very happy to discover articles about the gas house. I,m in the
    caricature in the Gas House Gang by Shanna Moore.I left the Probation
    Dept.about the time her photos were made. Anna Haag and I remainded
    friends and in contact until she expired a couple of years ago. I don,t know what happend to John I left in Dec 59, for Europe,we had a big going away party at the Gas House. I first stayed with Anna,s family for a few months and returned to Detroit to start over again. When the Probation
    told me to move out of Venice,that was the end. I still visit Venice,was there two days ago. I,m aretired Social Worker,got my Master,s 1976,still living in So. Ca

  6. 6 Joey Tranchina on October 29, 2009 10:06 am

    I too came to Venice as an 18 year old college student in 1963. One of my proudest possessions is a button that says: “Veteran of the Venice West Campaign.” I had been reading, from the four of Clair Horner’s books that I still have, over the phone to a friend in the south of France. I was very please when i googled “Clair H. Horner” and got this page… It’s 2:00 in the morning and I have a grant proposal to finish in the morning so I’m not going to go into all of the memories that this brought up tonight,.. but I do want to say that I have read and reread these books for 46 years and I am still blown way by the flashes of brilliance and humanity in them. Clair Horner was a everything he said he was. He was a man who wrote books had them printed in editions of a thousand and sold them one at a time in coffee houses, on the beach and in Olivia’s diner in Venice. He lived in a world of beatniks, drank buttermilk and liked women.

    He wrote things that I still find profound and sometimes prophetic after all this time. I was writing a piece to post on BBC about the conviction of Scientology, in France, on charges of fraud, when I quoted Clair: “You couldn’t make a religion too silly to be believed.”

    I’ll repeat a few of my favorite Clair Horner epigrams:
    “Religion safely places goodness in the realm of imagination, where it can’t bug the tyrants.”
    “If you commit a large enough crime, you’ll get away with it, because no one will want to admit it happened.”
    “The smart criminal stays on the right side of the law.”
    “You can be unfaithful to no one but yourself.”
    “Computers don’t depersonalize life; they personalize machines.”
    “Kindness ad weakness look alike, to a careless observer.”
    “Writing is like sex, you can’t say anymore than your audience is capable of hearing.”

    And my favorite:

    “I wish men were more interested in bridges than pyramids.”

    Each of the above Quotes is from “Please Don’t Stumble Over the Brunch… on your way to lunch”
    © Clair Horner 1967

    “I think if the human race realized what it is it would die of embarrassment.”
    “So far, I’ve saved about 200 people from being saved; including one ex-preacher. It’s important work”
    “Of the beat scene and the square scene, I’m a little bit of neither one.”
    from “Please Don’t Step On the Bacon” © Clair Horner 1963

    The world could have used a lot more Clair Horners but there was only one.
    PS. I still have four of his books and although the pages are a little brown they are not “dust and crumbles.”

    It was a gas to see the picture of Maurice Lacy, who was, himself, a poet and musician. There was no mention of two of the strongest artistic figures on the beach at the time, Tamboo (Curtis Smith) singer and conga drummer, who later sat in with Dizzy Gillespie, who as I told my friend in France tonight, was the greatest entertainer I’ve ever known. I’ve seen Tamboo sing on a San Francisco Muni Bus late at night and get old Chinese women off their seats and on their feet clapping their hands. It was a wonderful world where we could smoke dope and play drums all night on the beach. Tamboo died three years ago in SF of prostate cancer. And there was, Eden Ahbez, who wrote the Nat King Cole hit “Nature Boy” and used to play a squeeze box and sing sea-shanties at the Venice West. Everybody knows what happened to Larry Bell… Does anyone know what happened to the painter, Ed Newell?

    Thank you Sid, for that insightful portrait of your dad… Joey Tranchina 650.369.0330

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  7. 7 Joey Tranchina on November 1, 2009 9:31 pm

    I have 4 of Clair Horners books:

    “Please Don’t Step On the Bacon” © Clair Horner 1963
    “Please Don’t Step On the Eggs Either” © Clair Horner 1964
    “Please Don’t Sit On the Left-Overs” © Clair Horner 1966
    “Please Don’t Stumble Over the Brunch… on your way to lunch” © Clair Horner 1967

    When I came to Venice, I had just spent most of the summer in San Francisco, reading my poems in coffee-houses on upper Grant Avenue on bills with poets like Gary Snyder, Gregory Corso, Michael McClure, Allen Ginsberg and Dan Langton. I was way down the list and read mostly after the first-string had left but there were often still still pretty girls left in the audience so I was cool with it, All that is to say, I was not overly impressed with the literary scene in Venice. While I did appreciate the integrity and grittiness of Stewart Perkoff’s work, I never considered Clair Horner a poet. But, even at the time, I did consider him a world-class epigramarian, a Humanist, and an individual deep thinker. Twenty years later when William Dickey, approved my book of poems, for a Master’s Degree at San Francisco State, he used the latin phrase “sui generis” (constituting a class of its own, unique), I took that as a tremendous compliment. I would extend that compliment to Clair’s work For all the good and bad in it, is unique and after almost 50 years, I still find the good in it to be exceptional.

    I am writing this post for two reasons:
    1. If anyone has copies of other books by Clair Horner, I would appreciate either Xerox copies, quality scans or access to the originals so that I can scan them myself, which takes less than 2 hours…

    2. I would like to contact Sid Horner, Clair’s son, to obtain permission to post the entire body of Clair’s work (unedited) on a web page dedicated to that purpose.

    I believe that there is much in them that is worthy of being preserved.

    “Man is like a dog, with a leash in his mouth, looking for a Master.”
    <<< Clair Horner

    Joey Tranchina
    email me at; joey4rigs@earthlink.net &/or joeyfoto@free.fr

    FYI: I live between Redwood City California & Séte, France. I have directed a needle exchange program in Silicon Valley, for 20 years, I am currently developing a medical support project in Mali, West Africa, and have just begun a series of translations of the poems of Giillaume Apollinaire.

  8. 8 vaughn marlowe on December 4, 2009 4:26 am

    For all his independent ways and boho/hobo habits, Clair was a very square guy with a traditional morality. He neither drank nor did drugs, and he was by turns exasperated, amused, or pitying of those who did. Mostly he was cheerful and jocular, and laughter was his second language. He lived a like religious monk but was an avowed atheist. He had no politics that I could detect and simply wanted people to be kind to one another. I liked him very much and think of him as an example of Venice’s more benign and benevolent aspect.

  9. 9 Mark Allen on January 12, 2010 3:09 am

    In 1973 I bought a red 544 Volvo and left Massachusetts for LA in search of Ed Ruscha I found Ed living in Hollywood. I wound up sleeping in my car in Venice and hanging out at Mr Jone’s Pub playing pool and listening to Clair.We would fly rubber powered model planes on the beach. Clair was Venice to me and now in the cold of New England I remember those warm nights and beers at Mr Jone’s Pub.
    When I left to go back to Boston, Clair painted a beautiful Palm tree on the side of my car.

  10. 10 Champ DeBlasio on March 2, 2010 4:52 am

    I met Clair in Fairmont West Va. in the late fifties.He was one of the most interesting characters I ever met.
    I had a few copies of his poems somewhere. What ever happened to him?

  11. 11 Champ DeBlasio on March 2, 2010 11:35 pm

    I met Clair in the late 1950’s in Fairmont, WV. He was quite a character. I still have some of his poems.

  12. 12 christy lee on May 23, 2010 5:05 pm

    I WILL BE LISTING A CLAIR HORNER BOOK ON EBAY THIS WEEK, IT IS IN EXCELLENT CONDITION FOR ITS AGE. IT IS PLEASE DON’T STEP ON THE EGGS EITHER. HERE IS A CHANCE FOR THOSE LOOKING FOR A COPY, TO BID ON THIS ONE. QUITE AN INTERESTING BOOK. THIS HAS PORTRAITS ON CLAIR HIMSELF ON THE BACK COVER.

  13. 13 christy lee on June 17, 2010 9:56 pm

    i have indeed listed an original copy of “PLEASE DON’T STEP ON THE EGGS EITHER” ON EBAY. I HOPE SOMEONE WHO REALLY APPRECIATES MR. HORNER’S WORK WILL WIN THIS. THEND.

  14. 14 Michael Tierra on August 5, 2010 7:58 pm

    During the early-mid 1960’s I used to live on Dudley st in Venice. Just around the corner from the Venice West Cafe. Of all the people I knew then, there was Lawrence Lipton, Bob Cory (my closest friend at the time because we shared a love of classical music, choral music, early music and especially Bach — besides being an herbalist I am also a classical pianist and once a composer).

    It was the life of La Boheme sitting in the cafe after a day spent dodging landlords, scrounging just enough money to get by cleaning Positano’s coffee house in the hills above Malibu during the day.

    I was just bouncing of of a 7 year failed marriage and living in Venice West felt a little like I had just found the place where I belonged.

    I remember the Nature Boy, Eden Abnez frequenting the cafe on occasion. He lived exclusively n the royalties of his one pop song made famous by Nat King Cole.

    But the there was Clare Horner. There was a standing tradition AKA the only rule in the house which was that anytime anyone rang the little tinker bell at the front of the cafe it meant they were going to read a poem and everybody in the joint better shut up — I think the threat was get thrown out — I don’t ever really remember that happening but I do remember that all we iconoclastic rebel misfits went mute everytime the bell would ring.

    Clare Horner was an anomaly so far as other denizens who hung out at the cafe. He really carried the persona of the friendly vacuum cleaner salesman as he’d read his epigrams and poems in a john bodet styled midwester sing song “better-keep-the-light-on” voice. Most of the ‘weekend warriors’ who came to surf the scene on weekends or evenings were likely to be approached by Clare Horner with his mimeograph books under his arm. The irony was that somehow engaged by the only person who would smile and approach them — I think Clare would customarily wear slacks and perhaps a somewhat threadbare suit-styled coat — anyway they thought they had an in to a real live weird beatnik as they talked to Clare and the irony of it is that Clare didn’t think of himself nor was he regarded favorably as a beat poet. He was an odd one of a kind of guy, smiling a lot, exuding kindness and familiarity with everyone — especially the women. I remember he wasn’t very discriminating in that department either — I see him try to cozy up to any and all kinds of women from glamor puses to dogs. I think he has his own personal agenda that overrode every other consideration which was ‘to get laid every night’ — and he just might have.

    Clare was one of those kinds of people, intelligent, down home, independent but absolutely consciously refused to grow up. It must have been a real kick to be his son. Sid, I wonder if any of your father’s charming eccentricities rubbed off on you.

    The Beats that hung around Lawrence Lipton, Stuart Perkoff, the Gas House were not necessarily a homogenous group with a unified public stance. They were made up of a lot of determined individualists who in their determination to find out who they were found themselves rejecting the pie-in-the-sky, leave-it-to-beaver hypocrisy and conformity of the post war 1950’s.

    No self respecting Beatnik except Lawrence Lipton (of “Holy Barbarians” fame) would ever call themselves a beatnik. That was mostly a name used by the media to identify the current phenomenon of artist rebels (I think these holy periods happen once or twice in a century if humanity is lucky).

    Well this is about Clare Horner — they guy I used to occasionally cringe and prepare to leave the cafe when I’d see him entering. I think the reason is that I’m fundamentally an artistic snob. We were passing friends and I respected him and would have fought to the tooth to defend his right to be and to do what he was about doing. I always, always felt his sincere warm humanity and yes, gentleness. There was always an aha moment of humour when he land some satirical poem (I’d call it ‘noble drivel”) or epigram that would hit the mark. Most of it is lost however if it they are not delivered with his ‘john-bodet-sing-song voice’ “Hey Mr weight lifter, when are you use your muscles to do what you spend all your time preparing yourself to do?”

  15. 15 Evelyn Sinclair on October 22, 2010 8:43 pm

    Thanks for writing this!

    I too was 15 when I discovered Clair Horner’s thinking. I found only his books as I was wandering around Venice in 1967 — but they were enough to lay eggs in my mind that eventually burrowed their way through my religious programming.

    Making fun of religion worked wonders for me and helped break me free of my Mormon upbringing. I still have 4 of his books of aphorisms and little poems. And don’t forget the wonderful little cartoon-drawings, like the crucifix being pounded into someone’s head with a hammer by a grinning pontif.

    He’s an antidote to the solemnity with which great crimes and monstrous evil are always performed. Everyone is supposed to keep a straight face during mysterious religious ceremonies, or in grave and patriotic preparations for war, with all the preposterous lies accepted in reverent silence. As long as nobody laughs, they get away with it. As long as nobody laughs….

    Clair Horner was the one pointing and laughing, so I realized that maybe he had actually got the most appropriate response.

    I used to read his books in 9th grade, sneaking them into the duller classes. Thank goodness I did!

    They are PERFECT for an adolescent mind that needs a bit of help seeing how funny naked emperors are.

    I can truly say he changed my life. I’m grateful.

  16. 16 Carl Toothman on January 10, 2011 9:17 pm

    I had the great fortune to meet several interesting personalities. Top of the list would be “Ruthy” who owned the small bakery on the corner of Dudley Ave., not far from the Venice West Cafe. She allowed me to display a few of my photos in her bakery store. But most important, Ruthy helped to keep me alive when there were days that I was lucky to have a box of raisins for my lunch while I studied photography in S.M.C.C.(Santa Monica City College). She sold me her day-old cheese cake and delicious bagels for less than half price. I will never forget that kindhearted woman. Don’t remember her last name. She was a mother of two sons.
    Clair Horner is next on my list. We had a few ideas in common, like it doesn’t make sense to piss away money drinking spirits and burn cash by smoking cigs and drugs when one is constantly struggling long enough to be able to pinch pennies to stay alive.
    I too am a staunch atheist. I never visited him in his private life. It was through the nights that I spent in the Venice West Cafe that I rubbed shoulders with him. I was busy living for my photo-art, while he was busy chiseling away with words in his poetic fashion. I have and treasure the four copies I have,….bacon, eggs, left-overs and brunch. His writing reflects the thoughts of a deep thinker who could see the potential of writing with the written word…..3 dimensionally …..leftish, rightish, uppers or downers, being forward or backwards. I am so glad to see that his spirit is still alive with this home page, and that he is now able to continue displaying the power of the written word. I will never forget the person Clair H. Horner.
    It was nice to meet in person the singer songwriter Eden Ahbaz, Toussaint Steele, the man who loved making guitars, David Hauptman, the man who organized the exhibition “OP, POP and SLOP” in which I took part with my photographic art.
    One last note. I will cherish one night, together with Clair and a handful of other visitors, sitting in the Venice West Cafe, when a young man walked into the cafe,…with a guitar,… played for several hours,….beautiful flamenco music! It will always be the most magnificent musical performance, by an honest-to-goodness flamenco artist that I’ve ever experienced. It was to become my inspiration…..to share art, and especially so, with those who need it the most.
    Clair with his inspiration to write, truly loved life,…for better or for worse.

  17. 17 Carl Toothman on May 27, 2015 10:53 am

    Bill Arnold and I exchange words May 26, 2015

    Since the Russians want Google, Twitter and FaceBook to censor criticism of their regime,…thank goodness as an American with my rights of Freedom of Speech, I can express my thoughts of the current existing situation we are confronted with in America. ?In the name of the father, the son, and his brother. The Bush Dynasty raises its’ ugly head in the name of Jeb Bush,..a candidate for President in the upcoming 2016 American election. ?When Al Gore lost his bid to become President,..one man, one individual, decided for himself, that his brother should become President, by simply disrespecting the Afro-American voters their rights and privilege to vote for Al Gore, after Al won Florida’s electoral votes, thus winning the election for the Presidency of the United States, Jeb, having a powerful grandfather, Director of Central Intelligence (CIA) and ex-President,….and an older brother with Presidential aspirations, shamefully exercised his power as Governor of the State of Florida and canceled sufficiently, enough Afro-American votes to change the outcome of the voting results in favor of his brother. Now this Governor wants his turn, to become the most powerful person in the world, when he now has plans to win the next American Presidential Election in 2016 ! If such a person who has no respect for the Constitutional rights of every American citizen,…regardless of race, color or creed, to vote, how can we trust that he will have any respect for Mother Nature when we are forced to solve the current problems of Climate Change caused by humans? Jeb had a finger in the demolition of the WTC Twin Towers and WTC 7 Tower, giving his brother a “Pearl Harbor” copy of a reason to go to war, which in turn fed the coffers of the American Military Industrial Complex, a deep concern of ex-President Eisenhower (Former 5 star Army General). He warned Americans in a speech after ending his last term as President, of an unbridled Military Industrial Complex. All three Towers were demolished with demolition expertise. Ask Jeb, he who is most likely the most dangerous human puppeteer. America deserves better.

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    Carl Toothman Bill, I could see and read all the way over here in Sweden, how Afro Americans were pissed because their votes were not being counted. Votes intended for Al Gore. Jeb blocked those votes to deliberately sabotage Al Gore’s rightful victory. Large demonstrations of angered Afro Americans marching in the streets were shown on Swedish TV news. I wasn’t the only person observing that disgraceful undemocratic behavior taking place in the Land of the Free and home of the brave. Haven’t you dared to hear or see the facts that no airliner hit the Pentagon. It was a cruise missile that made the small hole in the side of the building. There was no physical evidence of the wings or tail of an airliner slicing into the building,. No black box to be found. Nothing to prove that a highjacked airliner was anywhere near the Pentagon. The round hole demonstrates that a cruise missile entered and who would have had access to such a weapon, if not an American. To be fair Bill, you really should listen to both sides of the controversy. Have you heard the statistics that no very Tall buildings on this planet that suffered serious fires, covering many floors,….never collapsed. But for the first time 3 buildings/skyscrapers in NYC went down, with demolition precision. Was any of the black boxes from the two planes recovered? Why was all of the remains of the fallen towers quickly shipped off to China? Very important and sensitive documents were destroyed in several of the offices of the WTC 7 building. Are you aware of that fact? If you believe that Harvey Oswald was the lone gunman that assassinated JFK, then you and I are living in two different worlds on the same planet. You have nothing to lose from doing a bit of investigation, think for yourself and come to your own conclusion with a little help from a touch of common sense. I have little or no interest in politics. As I understand things,….politics is for power seekers,….Religion is for making a bundle. I am an artist and a poet,…for peace of mind and the opportunity to seek truths,…the kind you won’t find in politics or religions.
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    Bill Arnold Carl someday I would like to visit Sweden, my wife’s family immigrated from both Sweden and Germany to Wisconsin. That is another story. Back to what you are saying. Forgive me but I am an ex IRS Agent (retired) and I seldom accept anything said or written unless it can be proven. African American Votes not being counted in Florida? Cruise Missles hitting the twin towers? JFK conspiracy? Sensitive documents destroyed in WTC? All what you are saying is complete fiction. Words mean nothing unless they can be backed up with evidence. All of us have to carefully weigh the truth from fiction before we accept anything as being factual. At the same time I will acknowledge in hindsight, that our country has made mistakes. What do they say…hindsight is 20 X 20. You said you are an Artist and a Poet, if I had to draw something or write a poem or be executed, they would have to execute me. I have zero artistic ability. What I am good at, is survival. I volunteered to fight as an Infantry Platoon Leader in Vietnam so that fact alone tells you about my deep feelings for the U.S.A. In other words I do not accept any negative comments about my country unless they can be proven beyond a shadow of a doubt.
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    Carl Toothman I didn’t write that cruise missiles hit any of the towers. It was used on the Pentagon. I must tell you about the UFO crash in Roswell. I read two books and in one of them,…a nurse who was handling the dead aliens from the crash,…was told by the General in charge,…that if she mentioned anything about what she experienced working with the bodies,….that it wouldn’t be so easy to find her body out in the desert. It brought tears to her eyes that such a high ranking Military officer, Brigadier General Roger Ramey threatened her in that fashion. I of course was mildly shocked. The same General changed what Maj. J. A. Marcel intelligence Officer at the 509th Bombardment group at Roswell Army Air Field had informed the local Roswell Daily Record, that a crashed flying saucer was in their possession. The next day after the news was published,…the General who threatened the nurse,…forced Maj. Marcel to change the report, to say that it was a weather balloon that crashed. Lies and a horrifying threat from a high ranking officer who brutally applied the Machiavellian rule: “The End Justifies The Means”. How would you have responded/reacted if you heard Ramey utter such words and then exercise total control in the dissemination of a very important event in the history of mankind? Solid proof that we are not alone in the universe. And here I sit and understand very well that you will dismiss what I have related as nonsense. If you have any spare time,…you could page through UFO Crash At Roswell, written by Kevin D. Randle & Donald R. Schmitt. Also interesting reading concerning JFK. Rush To Judgment written by Mark Lane. For the record. I have admired greatly,….and I mean GREATLY, General Douglas MacArthur. If I were able, I would have voted for him and watched him rise up to become a great President of these United States of America. If you didn’t admire him also,… then you and I are, most likely, living in two different worlds, on the same planet. Take care,…no hard feelings….if it is OK to say that. One more for the road. I have been living in Sweden since June 20, 1967. I left Panama 1960,…spent 7 years in Santa Monica, California. Went to Sweden on a one-way ticket. Was all that I could afford at the time. I’m a father and grandfather.. A son, and a granddaughter. I have no regrets. I’m still an American Citizen. Will always be till my dying days,…to honor America for giving me the opportunity to receive an education,….enabling me to co-exist in this world, and it also helped me to make a contribution to the acquired human culture. Hopefully my name as an artist will join the ranks of other great artists of the past. Lived a clean life….no drugs, tobacco, 99 % teetotaler, and no criminal record. I tried to join the Army soon after I left BHS…but my epilepsy closed the door on me, with the 4F stamp on my forehead. enough said. Have an inspired day.
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    Joe Suarez Bill so much obfuscation, you are intelligent enough to realize the Gov. lies. Expand your reading base other than government cronies facts. It is difficult to accept but please look in to it. Corruption is Government for as long as man has been on the earth

  18. 18 Carl Toothman on May 27, 2015 11:02 am

    I would like to tell
    Evelyn Sinclair who wrote on October 22, 2010 8:43 pm item #15 on this list, that I enjoyed reading your words about Clair.

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  21. 21 SICKY NICHY on August 14, 2016 5:55 pm

    I have Clairs original Note books with countless poems,Notes,and Art… theese where the Notes that made all the gret books… Allot of his friends also wrote in his books….

  22. 22 Joey Tranchina on February 18, 2017 11:19 pm

    if anyone is interested in discussing this
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