word play

1. A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.
2. A will is a dead giveaway
3. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
4. A backward poet writes inverse.
5. In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.
6. A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.
7. If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.
8. With her marriage she got a new name and a dress.
9. Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft and I'll show you A-flat miner.
10. When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.
11. The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine was fully recovered.
12. A grenade fell onto a kitchen floor in France, resulted in Linoleum Blownapart.
13. You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.
14. Local Area Network in Australia: The LAN down under.
15. He broke into song because he couldn't find the key.
16. A calendar's days are numbered.
17. A lot of money is tainted: 'Taint yours, and 'taint mine.
18. A boiled egg is hard to beat.
19. He had a photographic memory which was never developed.
20. A plateau is a high form of flattery.
21. A short fortuneteller who escaped from prison: a small medium at large.
22. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.
23. When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.
24. If you jump off a Paris bridge, you are in Seine.
25. When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she'd dye.
26. Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead to know basis.
27. Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.
28. Acupuncture: a jab well done.
NOTE: No trees were killed in the sending of this message, but a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced

http://PrisonMinistry.net/ckosuda, God bless you, all you love and all you touch with Peace, Prosperity, Perfect Health, Harmony, Humility and Happiness Thomas

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.

triggering thoughts

ok this was a spell ago.. in fact on my birthday 2003
the fellows email address was emu. (a bird (the bird's the word)
edu... like I like education
and tr... guess who
just sharing... golly that has been some kind of magical mystery tour
and here I am sitting again wondering what where who why when how
ok nuff... enjoy just another aspect for falling into
I wanna hold your hand. yep. and then some. later. who is that masked man ?
he titled it Triggering thoughts (as in Trig Fontoon a motel room in bodega bay
one full moon 11 years away)


Deep Breath, relax, begin.
It always starts the same and then
Turns, twists, sounds, feelingering
Let it go and move on
Now to the sound of a silence
Deeper than the deep breath
What a surprise I didn't know
it could be that deep.

Words are signs?
Signs signify
Always something other than themselves?
Varindra said:
Everything is always about something different.
I think he meant something else
Back to the deep, back to the wall
Pack for the journey back home.

I learned my part: arms outstreached
Waiting. Accepting time's advances
What a flirt Time is - always dancing
With my present
With my next moment as it
The energy was already spent.

The yes-me-no-you-push-me-pull-you
Why-me-not-me-who-you-where-you
Were you?
Then What?
And Time
Stands
Still Finally.
It's nice out here: you can move in spaces
"That don't exist" she finishes for him.
Yes, you have to make it happen, he replies.
And time is you he says
(because there is no time)
And so you have to
Make Time For Me.
And a pullover or a cardigan or even a pair of socks
For my long winter nights without you.
To show I care? She thinks.
To show you care, he thinks back.
But he doesn't believe in show-and-tell
He only really believes in Be-and-fill-me-with-you
But socks are nice and esier to talk about anyway
and winter nights can be cold too.

I'm not very good at this he confesses

And she says she knows and that she doesn't mind
She applauds the effort and it gives him courage
To move one more step toward the light
And she likes the way it shimmers and dances on his lightly tanned skin.
The magician may only have one trick
But she's still the magician,
Right?


Mashoed

jack, memories and writing

June,
I had lost track of Jack altogether but when I got my
computer in
the late nineties I typed into Yahoo people search "Jack
Sandy,Indianapolis"And his address and telephone number came up and I
called
him.We have been in contact ever since.
I first met Jack at a party on 8th street in San Jose. CA.in
1963.I
will never forget that day.A pretty blond 18 year old named Sue Black
said
she had just taken 22 Romalar capsules and handed me a hand full of
them.Not
to be out done by a blond 18 year old I took them.It was the worst most
oppressive high I have ever had.Jack later ended up going with Sue
Black.And
he had many fond memories of her .

Peter

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Oh no!…..This can’t be….. but it seems that it really is…..This is really such very sad news. I am so, so sorry to hear that Jack is gone, but I am grateful that you let me know. I just hope he didn’t suffer too much.

Jack and I met in 1970 in San Jose; I was a 19-year old college student at San Jose State and he was an articulate, interesting guy of about 34 who really impressed me with his intelligence…. I’ll send you some notes on “fond memories” later…I’m just too shook up right now. This is really a shock.

The last time I talked with Jack about 2 weeks ago, he was saying how he was “keeping busy” keeping up your daughter and the kids. I could tell he was really happy. I told him it was good for him to have company and especially kids around. I’m so glad he was able to enjoy life with you all.

I’ll be in touch again soon.

My sincere condolences to you and your family.

Sara Werry Baldwin
6719 Mercedes Ave.
Citrus Heights CA 95621
916 725-8410

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one of the last from JACK

BP has announced they will cut all production from Alaska due to a leak
in their pipeline. "We may have to repair over a 15 miles of pipeline,
and this could take months!"

With this, and other lame excuses, the price of crude oil has gone for
74 to 78 dollars per barrel. This will result in major price hikes at
the pumps!

In the first place, over 15 miles of pipeline doesn't start leaking at
once. A simple one day patch should repair an isolated leak. The
pipeline owner has been guilty of gross negligence in maintining the
line.

Secondly, I am sick of oil companies complaining about shortages, the
high price of crude oil, damage from hurricanes, etc., while posting the
largest profits in corporate history! Exxon-Mobil just posted a Quarter
term profit of 12 Billion dollars! Other major companies were not far
behind.

There ought to be a law: No corporation can post a profit beyond 20
percent until their gross operating costs are paid. Any profit over 20
percent should be reflected in reduced product prices, not in
stockholder benefits.

The cost of plant mantenance should come out of profits, not be paid for
by consumers. What the hell is British Petroleum doing in Alaska
anyway!

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June,
I am so sorry to here that Jack is gone.I met Jack in 1963,and
we
have been friends ever since.He was one of the most unique people I
ever
knew.He was pretty much the last person I e-mailed regularly and
received
messages from.Now there is only one person I have ties with who I knew
in
California from the old days. I have only Diane Vavra whom I have known
since 1961.
I must admit I worried about Jack and his survival ever since
he
told me of his lung cancer.And when he went off line a few months ago I
thought the worst.Who would have thought that after all he went through
in
this life that he would die by a freak accident.
The stories I could tell about Jack and what we shared over
the
years.I knew Jack and Kent and Stan Trout not long after they arrived
in
California from Indianapolis.
I hope Jack left you the house.I know you were a great comfort
to
him.


You
have my sympathy,

)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))0
June, here is an e-mail I sent to a frend of mine this morning.


I have known Jack since 1963.He was a very bright and
adventurous individual who had the ability to work at many diverse
jobs,from
well drilling to working in the CIA.The last time I saw him in person
was
when I bumped into him in line at the American consulate in Mexico city
in
1987.I was there to wire my mother for money.( I was manic at the time)
He
was there to wire for money also for he had been robbed in Guatamala
and
needed money to get back to the states.But he was not broke and took me
out
on the town after getting my clothes laundered and letting me use his
shower
in his hotel room.He loaned me twenty bucks American.
Jack had more energy than any one I ever knew.He lived next
door
to me in the country in California and one morning when I left for work
I
saw Jack with a few boards and his tools.When I came home that night he
had
a complete deck built on his adobe house including steps.He was quite a
carpenter.
He married a ballet dancer in Chicago and Annetta and I
visited
them in in 1968.We had rented a red Thunderbird and we all went to that
huge
museum of Science and Industry.It was 90 degrees at night and the
humidity
was incredible.Jack and I got drunk on brandy and keep trying to get
Margaret and Nettie to take off their clothes cause it was so hot.Soon
Jack
and I were sitting there naked and drunk and the girls were clothed
looking
at us like we were a couple of crazy jerks.
Jack was an alcoholic but was a functional one.He was 69 when
he
died.I will miss him a lot. It is the end of an era for me.


I have a terrible time typing.It takes me forever.I have bad hand
eye
co-ordination.I never took typing so I hunt and peck.But I will try to
send
some memories later,possibly some from my autobiography.

Peter
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June, Jack and I grew up together. We had known each other since we were 10 years old. This hit me hard! If there is anything I can do, please let me know.

Ron Grundon
Sedalia, Mo
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