june's response to 'john and mary'

June Noble
c/o Mi Casa Su Casa
417 E. 37th Street
Indianapolis, IN 46205
U.S.A.

ya know you guys, I never considered myself his 'girlfriend' and often described him
as a neighbor which he was until I 'sold' the house.
yet, I let it go for his ego... and for the pesty neighbors
let em think what they need to think

althought I did get a bit uppitidy with him when he lined up bottles of
viagra from the VA and told me he told the doctor we were 'doing it'
five times a day... in your dreams dip stick.
no way jose.
I liked Jack. I was never attracted to him,
He was one of the few reasonably intelligent neighbors I had.
most were dreadful. ugly red necks and proud of it.
killers of flowers and trees... don't get me started.

He was my friend. He was the big brother I didn't have.
He needed me to keep him in the world; and he was a compassionate person,
a slob, a generous fellow, a dreamer, and a hermit. mostly from
fear after that awful attack.

I talked him into the webtv (no Jack you don't need a computer... you want to
contact your friends and have internet access)
I took him to Mexico which is where some confusion began...
He couldn't take my true explanation... I didn't like Mexico the first time I went
(for a massage conference)
and he knew the language. He had done a three day job building me a new
door frame for a bastard door which was bashed in by a drunken bully of
a client who 'wanted something outside my job description.
He wouldn't take any money for it but I knew he would love to go to Mexico.
A ticket from here round trip to Cancun was under $300 ($297)
and I figured $100 a day for the work he had finished... so I gave him
a ticket for the same time as another conference I wanted to attend
but not alone this time. (and I wanted to attend the other conference to
re-connect with a fellow I'd met at Bodega Bay a couple of years earlier..
not to be with Jack but to see another man I certainly didn't explain that to Jack)

This year I managed to get him out of the house for an American Cabaret night
of Divas and then learned he had heard Sarah Vaughan, good god who else?
magical gals... maybe even Billie Holliday, and who else?
Got him out of the house for a Latino Festival which featured dancing... was fun.
He loved to watch the dancing.

He did let me drive his car and this was after years of when I was a neighbor and
needed to borrow a car by golly I took care of it. always returned full.
check oil etc. good lord. I would go over there and wash dishes, do the laundry,
change the linens and mow the lawn. He had nothing and shared what all he had.
god bless him.

I spent 10 months of 2004 in San Miguel de Allende and when Jack
had any extra money he would put in it my ATM account. not lots... but always with stories of his living there and how often he wound up in jams and
all the times he was at the consulate office etc.
heavens the way I lived there $5 made my day.

I consider my reaction to whatever it is that 2012 holds unfolds and shares
dares to present... are we ready?
that was Jacks goal for quite a while.. . "I want to live to 2012-- to see what happens."
course I figure Now he already knows what the possibilities are for that year.
and I also know there were times this past spring when he didn't feel like he
wanted to last that long.
And I imagine maybe I will think of him in 2012. most kindly. thanks for listening.
blessed be, Junie

This is not my home. this is not my computer... I have put a blog online
www.blogger.com
then it is under JackSandy
I believe. attempting to put all these tidbits.

I am staying with a friend who was shot late last month and it may be another
two months before she can walk... broke and shattered the leg.
She knows she is lucky. She was shot at the beginning of a shooting spree
which saw 15young men dead. lord lord... send me to Mexico.
or near water... lord lord.

Don't know what or where my daughter and her kids will wind up... hopefully
with a better notion of the making in this world. love june





john mitchell wrote:
Hi Mary – I think this is Junes address. Hi June – we never met but Jack spoke of you often. He and I used to talk a lot on the phone and then when we got email started bugging each other w/ our strident political views. I think we enjoyed the mental/philosophical sparring and social viewpoints. It was either to keep ourselves sharp or maybe maybe we thought we were pumping testosterone via DSL or something.

But we just as much enjoyed talking about music and friends as well. I was Kent’s so called manager for the last years of his life. The job included landing him small gigs here and there, writing grant proposals (he was artist in residence at Villa Montalvo and other tasks such as providing him with place to sleep, hiding my liquor from him and of course bailing him out of jail. The job didn’t pay well. In fact it cost me money to be the manager of Doradus. But it was fun in retrospect. Countless times I had fabulous entertainment right here in my home.

Anyway Mary asked for your address as she has fond memories of Jack as well.
Best
John Mitchell
San Jose


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From: MSulMurphy@aol.com [mailto:MSulMurphy@aol.com]
Sent: Sunday, August 20, 2006 7:05 PM
To: jrkmitchel@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Re: FW: Memories of Jack Sandy

Hi John,

Could you send me June's email address, Jack's girlfriend? For the life of me, I guess I'm just to efficient and have deleted everything. I thought I'd send her a copy of the email I sent you. She is really learning a lot about jack's life in California and it is a tribute to him that we all have such vivid memories. I vaguely remember Sara, at least I remember him dating her but don't remember seeing her around much. It's funny, when she spoke of Jack's laugh and the sound of his voice I did immediately remember that, all raspy and gravelly and a real belly laugh when he wanted! funny that I'd forgotten all about his distinctive voice.

Really hot again but that's OK by me as I wasn't really ready for summer to leave just yet. How is it down there? Not much to do in the garden except enjoy all the flowers so it's a nice time of year. It was good to talk to you the other day and I'm happy you are looking out for yourself. In spite of how much you think I hate you sometimes, I don't and have always wanted the best for you so I'm happy you are getting wise to those retard girls! I think it is unconscionable that Jeanie's daughter would ask for money to drive you after all you did for her. I always get so shocked when people are mean and I hope I always stay that way. Between you and me, Liz can do that to me, just say really mean and awful things sometimes and then we don't speak for a while and then all is forgiven by me and then she'll say something awful again and each time I vow never to talk to her again but always do. I've got to wise up to and just have the people in my life that are good and kind. I cut her a lot of slack because I have known her for so many years but I'm not certain it is worth it anymore. I guess you can figure out she was recently quite mean again!!! Well, so much for my bitching, let me know June's email when time permits. M.