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Sunday January 02, 2005

I would like this year to begin with our commander-and-chief, Georgie-Pooh Bush, explaining to Prince William that our military and our insurance money are in the United Kingdom.  Henceforth, it is our colony and if there are any more infringements, reminders will be issued.

Monday January 03, 2005

I have prepared three articles about the American Museum of Natural History for submission to The New York Times.  They are suggesting I have the job, but I need to be certain.  I hate mailing these out and receiving either no reply or a disappointing reply.

I should also suggest my salary requirements.

It is my understanding that the average Manhattan weekly salary is $2,000.  That sounds good for each article.  And I don't need employee status.  I have my own health insurances and will establish my own retirement fund.  This should stabilize my finances, and by the Fall, I hope to return to school.  A Ph.D. would be nice, but with only a Master's, compulsory education will not apply to my children in any state of this country.

I was hoping for a magazine page--article in the middle, photos around.

Tuesday January 04, 2005

As to my health, I have resumed the Padma Basic which is controlling the itching.  I am still using the anti-wart/freeze therapy daily.  The tumor has shrunk, but is still there.  And the glands which have been swollen in my mouth for the past year, are only slightly swollen.

Wednesday January 05, 2005

If Georgie-Pooh wants to stop the violence in Iraq, the intent of which is to stop the January 30th elections, then all he has to do is threaten to tell the world one of the following:

Liberian dictator Charles Taylor is Prince Charles of Wales,

or

Sayf Al-Din Fulayyih Hasan Taha Al-Rawi, the Republican Guard Chief of Staff to Sadaam Hussein, is a Saxon whose real name is Ian Tattersall,

or

Anyone of any other of Prince William's dirty secrets.

And if he doesn't like that idea he can talk to his fellow oil-dealers in OPEC.

A snow storm has begun--much worse than they predicted.  I have nothing to do but sit at the computer.  I received a coupon from eBay eliminating the fees for the first three items I sell.  I don't know how that works, because a charge of 85¢ was solicited when I finished filling out all the information.  Nonetheless, I hit the submit button.  It is a three-day-auction because I want to take maximum advantage of my five-day-coupon.

It has been demanded of me to help with the Tsunami disaster.  They are doing me a favor in that they are not blaming me for the tidal wave which struck Sumatra, India, Africa, and surrounding regions.  So I must do something to show gratitude.

I have waited one week, and have not seen any United Nations activity.  But I have seen more terrorist attacks in Iraq.  I assume that is where most donated monies are going.

I would like to know how many billions of dollars the Secretary General, Kofi Anon, has in his personal bank accounts which I assume can be found in any socialist nation.

And if anyone including him, wants to tell their side of the story on this website, please put it in writing.  I will publish it, and apologize for any misunderstandings I have.  No malice is intended.

Tomorrow, the Epiphany, is the

 Emergency

National Whistleblowers' Day

 Targeted to the Military--

Particularly those high ranking officials who recently received the Pooh Medal of Freedom.

We must find out what is wrong with them.

Please copy-correspond everything to Secretary of State Colin Powell.  Even though the Pooh sent him out of the country, he is still accessible.

And copy-correspond to ABC National News.

Thursday January 06, 2005

What has been on my mind lately is my high school years.

I went from third grade through high school with Martha Jane Keily.  It was her mother which stole the story I wrote when I was seven-years-old; My Pet Kitten.  They claimed to be a very religious Catholic family.

The relationship between us broke-up as I began the eighth grade.  When I was in ninth grade I had a unique encounter with her.  I was entering my classroom in one end of the hallway, and she was entering hers at the other end.  We looked at each other.  She looked away.  It was a peculiar moment.  I then thought to myself, She gained weight.

I now understand she must have been pregnant.  And I would also guess that her mother pressured her into this situation.  Mrs. Keily either no longer wanted this financial dependent, or Mr. Keily's employer, IBM, needed a research specimen.  I wonder if there is any record of the child's birth.

I went to high school with Sarah Latimer MacDougall and Elena Balzac.  Sarah claimed to be a very religious Episcopalian, while Elena was Jewish and missed school for every such holiday.

I left high school one year early because I was admitted to a college.  I did not want to attend high school graduation.  But the day before, I was suddenly overwhelmed by sentiment.  I showed-up.  The vice principal yelled at me explaining that I never answered either the circular letters or personal letter they wrote to me.  But, nonetheless, there were extra caps and gowns.  I drove myself that morning, and from the school called my mother to tell her I acquired tickets.  She called Sarah and picked her up.  I was the last in the precession.  My mother sat next to me, with Sarah on her side.

Elena should have graduated.  She wasn't there, and Sarah never mentioned her.  My guess is that she was pregnant.  Her father was also employed by IBM.

I also went to school with another very religious person, Carolyn Cuello.  We should have also graduated together.  She also wasn't there.  But I don't recall any member of her family being employed by IBM.

I want their stories about why they became pregnant.  Was it their own idea?

Friday January 07, 2005

I researched Elena Balzac on the internet.  According to this, she is a licensed psychologist who now practices in Massachusetts.  Her specialty is neuro-psychology and she treats children with educational challenges.

I also researched her in the Office of Professional Discipline.  She is not certified.

Why not?

Saturday January 09, 2005

As to my job hunting, I have good news and bad news.

My final New York job application is as a New York Times reporter within the American Museum of Natural History.  When I first proposed the job creation four years ago, they answered with enthusiasm about all the museums which exist in this State.  I could not make them understand what I meant by behind-the-scenes reporting, until I produced the article about Delson.  It is an irony of my college career that this one brief moment as a student journalist, could now be a cornerstone for my career of choice.  And my mother always complained that I inputted too much into the Meridian.  In my cover letter to The Times a few months ago, I explained that all their coverage in 1984 about the Ancestors gallery missed 99% of the story.  They subliminally answered that they missed 100%.

As you already know, Eric Delson has refused to be my contact even though the day before I telephoned him, he transmitted subliminal messages that he was going to help me.  Long before he answered my request by yelling at me, he was constantly subliminally asking what was wrong with me that our relationship did not develop further.  After he let everyone hear how he treats me (as you already know, the telephone is monitored by the Pooh (White) House), the question became what is wrong with him.

After he yelled at me, I contacted a few other museums in New York requesting help for my job application.  I wanted to create a few sample articles.  But The Times answered that they wanted me in the research area of that Museum.  No one knew what to do next.

The good news is that a few days ago I contacted someone who I assumed would not remember me.  He is the curator of the Invertebrate Paleontology of the American Museum of Natural History; Dr. Niles Eldredge.  I took two graduate courses with him.  In my original e-mail, I tried to jog his memory by explaining that I giggled constantly.  He remembered everything, and has volunteered to involve himself with the creation of my first article of behind-the-scenes activity in 2005.

Nonetheless, without a contact person I have created three articles.  One I wrote four years ago about Native American exhibits in this Museum and in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  The second and third I wrote recently.  I re-wrote the Delson article and placed it in a modern context.  And the other is about companion literature to the butterfly exhibit at the Natural History Museum.  I would have visited the exhibit, but tickets are $22-each.

The bad news is that King William of the United States is forbidding this.  So I will sell the house and move.

What is especially unfortunate is that I wanted The Times to witness that upon my receipt of equal-pay-for-equal-work, my marriage potential will increase because I am no longer an object for abuse.  Marriage and violence do not mix, yet people do combine these.  Several months ago they stopped panicking about my ticking biological 38-year-old clock.  This was consequential of my request of them to show the results of my sonogram to a gynecologist who does not know me, and ask of this person to identify my age.  This person guessed that I am a very healthy 25-year-old.

I believe that as long as I maintain a healthy liver with Solaray Dandelion Root (taken whenever needed), as well as a healthy pituitary gland with Avacor (Ginko biloba, saw palmetto, horsetail, and bilberry), and a healthy uterus with Solaray's patented Calcium ethyl-amino-phosphate (EAP) designed for soft tissue absorption, and an otherwise healthy lifestyle, I will not age.  My goal is to avoid menopause so I never develop grey hair.

But regardless of all that, I believe my system knows it did not reproduce, and is waiting for the appropriate opportunity.

Sunday January 09, 2005

The bad news is that I did not get the job.

The good news is that they have various brilliant ideas about how I can manipulate the mortgage on the house to release more cash.  And this is what I have to say about that.

Do some numbers!!!!

My last refinancing was when mortgage rates were at their lowest.  I increased the capital value of the mortgage to $420,000.  But, between this and the refinancing before which occurred in 2003, I reduced my monthly payments a total of $550, and pulled $80,000 cash out.

I recently researched the idea of another refinancing.  But interest rates have risen slightly.  This small amount is enough to make it impossible for me to accomplish anything more.

The realtor will list my house at $599,000.  I may receive up to $700,000.  The $420,000 mortgage will be reduced to the amount of my new house for which I expect to pay at the most $300,000.  This means the mortgage company must give me $120,000 or more.

And ask yourself this, King William of the USA:  How much longer can this go on?

And furthermore, my real estate taxes will be reduced to half, the sales tax will decline from 7.25 to 4%, and gas is 30¢/gallon cheaper.  That is $10,000/year, at least.  And with some of the proceeds from the house, I will trade in my 12.5-year-old car and purchase a hybrid.  My mileage will increase from 28 to 60 mpg.

$600,000

-300,000

=300,000

+120,000

=$420,000, at least

-taxes on proceeds over $250,000

+$10,000/year, at least

On another nicer subject, my purchases and prospective purchases on e-Bay, are confusing everyone.

I found Pendleton wools at $6/yard including shipping, and could not buy enough.  It is very breathable, and made in the USA.  I also found Amana Woolen Fabric, which is also made in the USA.  And I bought cotton, rayon and a few other things which were manufactured in unknown places.  E-Bay is, of course, the world's biggest tag sale.  And everyone was cleaning-out their attics before Christmas.  Wool is typically $20 - 40/yard.

I know I am about to loose 80 pounds.  And I know it is likely to occur suddenly as I will unclog the central drain of the lymphatic system.  I can't assume I will be back in my old clothes because I gained muscle to hold-up the extra weight.  When I worked as a sales associate at Lord & Taylor, multiple sales were often to such people.

But I also bought the fabric because I hoped for the job with The Times.  And I assumed I would have to pose in the exhibits wearing clothing I made.

One of the e-Bay stores marketed five yards of wool crepe in the color of what they call purple.  Including shipping the cost would be $8 yard.  In the photo I sense it is magenta, my favorite color.  (Although I admit photography has deceived me.  But nonetheless, whether I purchased what I anticipated or something else, I was always delighted when the package arrived.)  I should have requested a swatch, but that would have been the second swatch requested from that company.  The first convinced me of what I suspected--wrong color and fabric weight.  I was too embarrassed to ask again.

Another speculated purchase has been a pretty blue plaid.  Including shipping the cost would have been, if I jumped for the temporary bargain, $7 yard.  They seem to want me to have it.  The problem I have with that is it may be a fabric which looks beautiful in the store, but not as a finished product.  I have had bad experiences with what I thought was a wonderful purchase, invested in extra yardage, and in the middle of the project, realized what a disaster I created.

A third speculated purchase has been a plum-red fabric.  That temporary bargain was also $7/yard.

A fourth speculated purchase will end tomorrow.  It is for gold wool crepe--$8/yard.  Gold can actually be a formal day color, perfect for business suiting.  In one of my sample articles I discuss an exhibit which is full of gold.  I thought that might be nice.

But I didn't get the job, and won't need the clothes.

Monday January 10, 2005

With the presence of our military in England, and in consideration of the fact that the former supervisor of the custom's office of London's Heathrow Airport is now in Guantanamo Bay with his al-Qaeda friends, I would like our officers to investigate this office and look for biochemical weapons.

If Prince William additionally harasses me in any way, I would like him to go directly into military prison.  While he is there, interrogation should be performed.  He knows everything about every terrorist act that has been and will be.

Torture will prevent more American deaths.

Tuesday January 11, 2005

I received three subliminal messages on the ABC Evening News.

1)  They want me to ask my father about how to rescue social security.  The big question is should the monies collected be invested.  I will ask my father, but I believe audits come first.  In simpler terms, we must clean the house before we re-paint it.

2)  Instead of a museum-reporter job, it was asked if I would I like to be a television anchor. The idea of my becoming an anchor-person was raised over ten years ago.  I didn't believe they would follow through on the offer because of the social barrier which existed between us.  And I had other concerns.  They wanted me to do the difficult cross-examinations, as if I hadn't already made enough enemies.  And even if I refused that task, I would likely accumulate a few more stalkers.  For the museum-reporter job, I will perform most of my work in a high security area.  And in addition to that, I have been told I am not allowed to come to work sick, or drive in the snow.  I am also not allowed to overwork myself into burn-out.  This high quality life would be in conjunction with my plans to return to school and earn at least a Master's Degree so I never have to withstand any trouble from my future children's schools.  And I would try to only take classes which meet at the Museum.  It seems too good to be true.

3)  See notes.

Wednesday January 12, 2005

From my father:

Vivian; note that the first column is the year, the second is the number of births and the third is the birth rate.

I would like to add a few things to all this.

When I worked at the Grand Union Supermarket, I witnessed how the Orthodox Jews were exploiting the Social Security system.  I was an office clerk and this was a location where people could pick-up their food stamps.  This small community in Mount Kisco, New York, receives $1,000/family/month.  Or, approximately $20,000/month.  This is because they each have ten children.  And that is because they do not breast feed.  And their baby formula is financed by the fact that another welfare system gives them $1,000/year specifically designated for such.

They were also on Medicaid.  Lack of mother's milk would probably create many health problems.

And they paid no taxes into this system.

On another subject, I have been instructed to give some of the proceeds of this house to my brother.  I need to know how much he believes is his.

Friday January 14, 2005

Yesterday was my real estate agent's open house.  Over 70 people came.  This was because we had good weather.

The original open house date was one week earlier.  But I hesitated to sign the papers to sell my house.  I had to approach it slowly.  And if I had moved quickly, the original date would have been accompanied by snow and sleet.

They seem to be looking for assurances that I want to stay.

Of course I do.

Can I stay?

No.

I can't go to school, and I can't earn appropriate wages.  They know that.

One of the things I am going to miss the most after moving to Connecticut is the 200-year-old picturesque centerpiece village.  And I know it isn't just because I enjoy looking at it as I drive thru it everyday.  I believe the words beautiful and archetypical are interchangeable.  And I believe the connection to the archetypes are a biological necessity, which is probably one reason why I want to stay.

And I am going to miss abandoning all my plans for the additions to this current home.

There is the big attic room.  It is over the three bedrooms, hallway, and two bathrooms.  I want to divide that into three rooms, no bathrooms or hallway.

big window

door

The roof inclines are on the lateral sides where the door and big window are not.  I would like closets.  But these don't have to be as tall as regular closets.  I would enjoy shirt closets rather than dress closets. For dresses, the wall next to the unusable space would be adequate.

In the lower left corner of the TV room there is a window.  I would like to convert this into a door which would connect to the balcony.

This balcony does not exist now, but it will.  Beneath this area currently exists a half-porch.  I would like to expand that and create two doors.  One door would go into a fenced-in dog-pen.  The other, connected to the walkway, would become the new front door.

The new front door must be wide.  In 1991, when I called an ambulance for my mother, the technician analyzed all three doors and decided that because this is the widest, this is what is usable.  Henceforth, it is where I left my luggage for my ambulance rides.

I want an outdoor ramp, not stairs, for this new front door.

I would like the porch to be screened and windowed, and the dog-door to close behind the dog, if this is possible.

There is a heating/air conditioning duct interiorly by the front door.  This can be extended.  When the current front door is closed, the weather conditions of the porch would not affect the interior thermostat.  Therefore, I can give a dog some heat and air conditioning.  And they don't need as much as humans.

The walkway is very pretty, but requires improvement.  For my third ambulance ride in 2002, I was not struggling to stay conscience.  Therefore, I was aware of what was going on.  Two people carried me, and one walked before pointing-out tripping hazards.  This must be corrected.  If my situation was such that every second delayed was life threatening, this is where I would have lost the time.

The extended porch would make my room very dark as one of the windows would be within it.  For my other window, I would like it replaced with a three dimensional one.  I do not want it to extend from the floor to the ceiling, but rather just the height of the window.  But I would like such a taller window in the dining room.

As to the basement, it is currently a crawl space.  I asked one architect if it can be expanded.  According to him it can.  I don't know by how much, but I would take six inches.

As to the back door, I would like a closet next to it.  It would be nicer than hanging all the coats on the hooks which become dirty.  But I don't know if this is structurally possible.

In the attic over the dining and computer rooms, I would like dormers with big windows.  This would be a sunny room.  If I ever do marry, this would be a good office for him.  And with space left-over, I want clothing closets for everything which doesn't fit now, but will fit.  And for everything which fits now, but in the future won't.

If there are any bathroom facilities, I want these over the garage.  Every piece of plumbing at some time leaks.  This way it goes directly outside.

The garage is two-car.  But I would like to know if it is expandable because it is difficult to park while observing every inch so the doors don't dent the other car.  I  also want to open the wall between the garage and house so insulation can be inserted.  I don't have a breezeway, but hopefully, this would serve this purpose.  Then I want to paint the garage interior and place pretty plastic curtains on the windows.

And there is also a two-room-cottage on the property.  It is over 100-years-old and uninhabitable as the Town would never allowed two families on this property because the septic system would not sustain it.  But I would like to improve it such that if this main house is ever uninhabitable, I could live there.

My plans have been to tell an architect everything I want to do and let him tell me what is possible, or too expensive.  I am not going to assume I know anything, because I don't.  Then I will take the plans to the Town and see what they approve.

Sunday January 16, 2005

As I sit here with nothing to do as I await the first real estate appointment for a showing, I have decided to write more into this website.

The first question subliminally directed toward me has been about the tsunami which struck the Sumatran region.  Was this the wrath of God?

No.

It was the beginning of the trap against Prince William which I have waited so long for.  It was in 2003 that I announced that a financial trap awaited him.  I assumed it involved my money and did not involve his younger brother.  I was incorrect for both.

All of the monies donated to UNICEF and other relief agencies which are not reaching this region are going into socialism.  What we now must do is look for the conspicuous consumption.  For example, did any socialist physicians receive raises?

Nonetheless, as Prince Harry's true identity as a National Socialist (i.e., Nazi) official has been recently exposed, the final days of the British Monarchy have begun.  My prediction is that two years are left.  William inherited his mother's looks and his father's brains.  He scored 50%--a failing grade.

On another issue, I have experienced great peace of mind lately knowing that Eric Delson punished himself better than I ever could have.  By encouraging Jane Mafia Schneider against me, he empowered her, and his paycheck must have shrunk additionally.

And on another issue, something has been mentioned subliminally which has been perplexing me.

I believe it was in September, and I think of the year 2001, that a small business opened locally owned by a husband-and-wife.  It featured silk flowers.  At first I was delighted because I had been buying artificial flowers at Joanne Fabrics.  When I went into the local store I only saw bouquets for the home, which I had no use for.  The oriental wife said to me, with her arms extended, 20% off.  You could tell she had been formally trained on exactly how to extend her arms.  She obviously had no experience in retail.

These people had no Christmas collection, and nothing for Easter or the June wedding/prom seasons.

And William is now asking why nothing was of use to me.  I want to know what exactly was marketed.

Monday January 17, 2005

This is the article I wrote about anthropology Prof. Bruce Byland a few weeks before the article about Delson.  While Delson made headlines, Byland was the centerfold.

The layout was done by Michael Gallo, the professional graphics artist who was contracted by the newspaper.  He ignored my sketch which imitated The New York Times.

On another subject, I forgot to mention one thing when I talked about fabric selection and the fact that what the material looks like in the store, is not the same as the finished project.  That is, beautiful can become ugly.

The converse can also happen.

At a local fabric store, I once noticed a fabric which I thought was of a stupid design of grotesque colors.  The design was that the flowers evolved from tiny into huge within 45-inches.  It finally went on sale, $2/2-yards.  This was at a time it was the only thing which corresponded to a project I was working on.  It was the same content--100% cotton, the same weight--light, and included the same shade of burgundy.  So I bought four yards.

The finished product was such that I spent $5 on a single-suit garment bag exclusively for it.  And what it looks like on the hanger, is not what it looks like on me.

On the subject of the attic renovation of the house, I would like to tell a short story.

It was in the year 2000 that the final flood in my laundry room occurred.  The floor had to be removed, but the beams were fine.  I told the carpenter I wanted a drain.  He argued that the floor was not tilted.  I countered that the next time this happens, I could just take the broom and sweep the water out.  He promised me he would think of a better solution.  One hour later he informed me that he felt sorry for whoever it was that would one day remove the hot water tank from the crawl-space/basement, but it was out of the laundry room.  There was no extra charge for this because he did not care where he installed the new, replacement tank.

My idea was expensive and stupid, his was brilliant and free.

This is where the hot water tank used to be--opposite the coats.  Photo taken by my carpenter.

It is therefore that I resolved to begin with telling the architect everything I want to do, and let him tell me my limitations.  I also believe that working with the full attic, whether or not I want to execute it, will spare me the expense of undoing in the future any work done now.

There are renovations I want done on the main level.  Next to the back door, I would like to push the wall back and acquire a coat closet.  And, what I would also like worked into the sketch, is a possible door in the master bedroom which leads to a new room which contains a therapeutic whirlpool bathtub.

On another subject, I have new information on my former book publisher, Dorrance Publishing.

In 1998 my book was in production.  Somehow, Donald Trump learned of this.

He gave them the manuscript for his third book, but refused to sign the contract.  Elizabeth House, the managing editor, Mara Addison, her assistant, and Pamela Chapla, the production assistant, decided that making a charitable contribution to a billionaire was a good investment.

Without a contract, the trustees did not approve corporate financing of the project.  So these three idiots contributed their paychecks.

Other employees did not agree.  Many people quit.

They permitted Trump to vandalize the typesetting of my book in the form of cutting sentences in-half.  Then they were going to do me a favor and let me pay for correction of the damage.  I fired them.  Therefore, according to them, Trump did not allow them to release his book.  It was my fault they did not all become wealthy.  And, according to them, I have psychological problems.

What I know now, is that Trump was already contracted with another publisher.  They were just manipulating this publisher into delivering free services.

My question is, did they allow Trump to steal all the production material (i.e., typesetting committed to discs, front art, back ad, etc.) for his book after I fired them?

Tuesday January 18, 2005

One thing did happen a few weeks before Christmas.  I received a letter from a company offering to purchase my patent.  It was a present from those who have victimized me all these years.  It was my understanding that to finance this they collected all the money I am owed.

$500--Prince William for vandalizing plumbing

$500--Prince William for vandalizing car exterior right mirror

$2--Prince William for propping-open refrigerator door all night and allowing milk to sour (Why is it that welfare recipients always waste the most food?)

$1,300--hospital for everything

$5,700--law firm for services from phony attorney

$2,000--Prof. Delson for insurances purchased

$485--neighbor Henry Pearlman for household vandalisms

10¢/hour for each hour of service after Monica's pussy-fit

etc., etc., etc.

William sabotaged the deal.  I don't understand why he does not want me to have money.  It always fascinates me that whenever I am on the phone with him, he speaks generously.  He once told me he was going to telephone my boss and demand an issuance of a raise.  It didn't happen because he spoke to the store general manager rather than the CEO of Staples.

So now, as three potential buyers are vying for my house, the question is how much would I like to sell the patent for.

This is what would make me very happy and give me a satisfying, albeit belated, Christmas.

1)  sale of patent for $520,000

$100,000 directly to me

$420,000 in my name to mortgage company

2)  full time job with The New York Times for $2,000/week

3)  return to graduate school.

Wednesday January 19, 2005

For the past few weeks Eric Delson has been subliminally sending me the information that he wanted for Christmas, and wants for Valentine's Day, a copy of the script with the assurances that he will play the staring role.

Fifteen years ago he gave me a C- arguing that the quality of my writing was not on his level.

I want everyone to agree with me that he must never have any role in this script.

And if I receive one more subliminal message from Delson, and I don't care what it is, I will play the tapes.

Friday January 21, 2005

As Eric Delson complains that my work was unacceptable because my educational focus was on cultural anthropology rather than geology and biology, I would like to inform him that my identification of Ian Tattersall last year was a cultural analysis.

When I found Dr. Tattersall's picture on the UNESCO website, I asked myself if I had seen him in the pharmacy, hospital, Lord & Taylor, St. Matthew's, or anywhere else.  I hadn't.  I know enough about al-Qaeda to understand that they have very few white collar workers.  Therefore, he must be in the Deck of Cards.  As I searched the Deck, I was not asking myself if he is there, but rather which one is he?

I had a similar experience when I identified Dennis Thompson, also known as Robert Flanagan.  I was attending Sunday services regularly during the Fall of 2003.  He demonstrated no knowledge of the New Testament, as he demonstrated no knowledge of anything.  But one day he mentioned that he used to work in Rye, New York before entering the priesthood.

In December of 2000, I was in a mall down the street from the border between the city of White Plains, New York, and Rye.  I entered The Gap.  There was a woman with a baby carriage.  She had a very pale face and looked at me shaking her head nervously back-and-forth.  I ran out of there and looked into the mirror trying to understand what was frightening her.  A few hours later I recognized her as the British Customs official from Heathrow Airport.  She must have been visiting her boss/boyfriend.  She already had one child with him, who was dead.

Another sermon occurred a few weeks later which fascinated me.  Flanagan mentioned the time he interviewed with the church rector, Terry Elsberry, for the job as assistant minister.  The date was a few days after I first met Patty.  And at the time of his interview, she was on maternity leave.

I first met Patty while working at Staples.  She handed me her cards and I saw the church she was from.  I mentioned that I almost went for Christmas services.  She yelled at me, "Why didn't you come?!"  I couldn't answer.

After this, I realized the conversation had been overheard, although I did not know how.  A few months later I learned that in addition to video cameras above us, there were microphones in the registers.

After this second sermon, I knew he was al-Qaeda.  But who was he?  I didn't already have ownership of the Deck of Cards.  I knew he was a white collar worker.  Henceforth, I had met him.  I could only think of the supervisor at London's Heathrow Airport Customs Office.  Fortunately, on Wednesdays there was Bible study with his wife.  And by the following Summer I reached my conclusion that Dennis Thompson had assumed the identity of Robert Flanagan.

I applied my skills as a cultural anthropologist for both identifications.

Eric Delson is a physical anthropologist.  He is trained to identify similarities in facial structure.  He either willfully did not apply his training, or did not obtain a Deck of Cards (which does not speak well for his research skills), or he is not the final victim of intellectual property infringement.  Perhaps he, in conjunction with Ian Tattersall and John Van Couvering, were victimizing someone else.  Or maybe he turned against his father.  He has never shown any interest in resolving this situation. All he has done is empower people such as Jane Mafia Schneider.

On another subject, I would like to talk more about my neighbors.

The original owners of one house were the Lawtons.  He was a civil engineer and my mother suspected he had been in jail because of the deep wrinkles his wife had.  In the late 1960's, as we occupied our new home, their house was under construction.  Seven telephone lines were installed.

They lived a very secluded life.

One day, in 1981, the father began attending Sunday services at the Unitarian Fellowship (see Eva Braun page).

A few weeks later, so the story goes, he murdered his wife and dog and committed suicide.  We were at the memorial service.  We learned their real names were Levine.  In 2002, I finally realized there were no caskets.  And even though the rabbi said they were cremated, there were no urns.  I realized this at a time there was a mysterious trespasser on my property who was skillfully shining lights into my window.  He was the only one I ever knew who had such talent, and I concluded he must still be alive.  A few days later I saw him on 60 Minutes, using the last name of his son-in-law.  He was defending his actions on his handling of Bubonic Plague samples.  He was convicted and is now serving two years in prison.

Last night, I remembered something else.

When I was ten-years-old, maybe younger, my grandfather sent us a wonderful new invention.  It was an airplane powered by remote control radio waves.  It crashed around the Lawton driveway.  After many hours of search we could not find it.  We explained the situation to them.  A few months later they called to explain they found it.  Their other daughter brought it--two brand new cylinders of the floor game Pick-up-Stix.  That definitely wasn't it.

I now believe the radio signals were scrambling his radio communications.  A stage trick was pulled to make it appear that it landed next to their driveway, but it must have landed somewhere else.  My guess is these signals were transmitted to the American Museum of Natural History.

This leads us to the next question.

On September 11, 2001, what was the terrorist role Ian Tattersall had at the Hayden Planetarium of AMNH?

I conclude it was to transmit the radio waves to detonate the bombs in the World Trade Towers.

On another subject, it has been asked of me to explain how I make and design clothes while skipping the first step which every designer takes--creating a sketch before sewing each item.

The answer is I do not skip that step.  The designers do not create the sketches, they lift these off of the patterns.  For a reason I don't understand, the pattern manufacturers permit the copyright infringements.

WHAT DOES THE NEW YORK TIMES BELIEVE WOULD HAPPEN IF THEY DEFIED PRINCE WILLIAM AND GAVE ME THE JOB I WANT AND THEY WANT FOR ME?

Sunday January 23, 2005

I still want to know why I had to pay the $500 in plumbing damage which billionaire Prince William did to my property?

And why Eric Delson would want to star in a movie about cultural anthropology after he expressed his disdain for this field of study, and his esteem for the fields of geology and biology?

Dear United States Senate;

Why don't you talk to all those employed in the White House Military Command Center on the date of September 11, 2001 and ask what Condoleezza Rice's purposes were in being there.  Did she give the order,

 That one!  Shoot it down!

?

Monday January 24, 2005

It has been asked of me to save social security.

Hitler once said, "The world will thank him for solving this Jewish problem."

I have told you about the British customs official from Heathrow Airport whom I met once during her third trimester.  And I have told you that before her baby reached his/her first birthday, she killed the baby.  And I have told you that she told law enforcement that it was my fault because I never told her that babies are treated by pediatricians.

But I have never told you what the report stated:

"Descendant of German ancestry failed to take initiative on inferior qualities of British brain."

And that's the truth.

Wednesday January 26, 2005

President Bush has made his conditions if I would like to keep my current home:

save Social Security for him

keep his budget promise of reaching balance within the next four years

arrange for a bloodless Iraqi election on January 31st

increase his profits from his interests in the oil industry.

In simpler terms, I must do his work for him as well as that of the National Security Advisor Condoleezza Rice.  I can't prove she is KGB.  I know she is.  And I can't prove her husband is a CEO of an oil company which is a business partner to the secret Russian pipeline.  And I can't prove they have a son.

Friday January 28, 2005

Saturday January 29, 2005

Diary of a Septic Tank

The National Security Advisor received her phone call from Osama ben Laden as she sat at her desk down the hall from the Oval Office.  On her wall was a photographic list of the FBI's most wanted terrorists, including Ahmed Khalfan Ghailani.  He was characterized as "armed and dangerous" as he was indicted on December 16, 1998 for his alleged involvement in the August 7, 1998 bombings of United States Embassies in Tanzania and Kenya.  On the other wall was the Deck-of-Cards listing most wanted Iraqi government officials of the tyrannical regime of Sadaam Hussein.  It included the Jack-of-Clubs.

Osama used the British Embassy limousine to travel to the American Museum of Natural History. Emmi was the chauffeur.  He met with the curator of the Department of Anthropology, Ian Tattersall.

  Osama; "Hello Sayf."

The curator took him from his office into the Hayden Planetarium.

  Sayf;  "I can only send the radio transmissions before the arrival of the general public."

  Osama; "Alright.  I'll re-schedule this from four o'clock in the afternoon, to eight in the morning."

  Sayf; "It should still receive news coverage.  Especially if you execute at 7 am."

  Osama; "No.  That would make you too noticeable."

Condi was in her National Security office at the White House.  She was informed of the pre-8 a.m. attack on the World Trade Towers.  She called her husband as he sat in his chief executive office of his namesake energy company.

Renard Euell; "They are early.  Is a counter-attack being prepared for the other two planes?"

Condi ran into the Military Command Center and called the Pentagon Secretary, Donald Rumsfeld.  It was explained to her that he was unavailable because he was helping dig through debris.

Condi went over to the radar screen.

Condi; "That one!  Shoot it down!!!"

And they did.

Tuesday February 01, 2005

So the next obvious question becomes how did the daughter of a minister of Birmingham, Alabama and a graduate of the University of Denver develop her terrorist-talents?

When Condi was eight-years-old, the KKK launched an anti-integration terror campaign.  African Americans who relocated into white-dominated neighborhoods, were victimized.   But the incidents were never investigated.  In 1963 this town was renamed Bomb-ingham and the year was called The Year of all the Bombings.

Maybe the KKK had nothing to do with it?

Condi's father was a Presbyterian minister.  One target of all the bombings was a Baptist church on 16th St.  Four teenage girls died.  There may have been a power struggle within the civil rights movement.

Condi's close associate is Jesse Jackson.

The murder of Martin Luther King jr. still remains a mystery.  Although a Caucasian male was convicted, even the victim's family questions this judicial conclusion.

Is there any chance Jesse Jackson was the killer?  He was there.  He was full of blood.  But who's blood?

On another subject, I think I am receiving subliminal messages that I may finally have the job I want.

Friday February 04, 2005

I missed the January property tax payment of $2,600, and I just received a late notice from my oil company concerning my $720 heating bill.

I expected I would have the down payment for the house by now.  I had four offers within five days after the open house.  My broker and I accepted the two for more than asking price.  These were designated accepted offer and back-up.  These mysteriously fell through.

I am told subliminally I am returning to work on the 8th.  I hope such is true.  The suspense is starting to kill me.

Monday February 07, 2005

The total damage of Prince William's vandalisms is $500 to the plumbing and $300 to the outdoor right mirror of the car.

In simpler terms, the amount it costs to heat this house for one month.

Tuesday February 08, 2005

White House newly appointed deputy chief of staff Karl Rove, formerly senior advisor.  Photo on left from Associated Press/CBS News.

Thursday February 10, 2005

As to my health, the tumor has broken-down into two swollen glands.  I am currently treating the bacterial with the topical freeze therapy of Dr. Scholl's.  I am also taking three-times-per-day two-Amoxicillian-500 mg/two-Solaray-Fo-Ti/two-Padma28.  For the viral, I am taking twice-per-day Valtrex-500 mg.  The discomfort is under control.  I have also been bathing in Kal's Grapefruit Pectin Complex which has been cleansing the lymphatic system. 

Friday February 11, 2005

President Georgie-Pooh has added to his list of demands on me that I disarm North Korea of its nuclear weapons, or he  won't let me have an income or the down-payment on the house. When President Billy-Goat Clinton made similar demands, he was offering me the opportunity to chase after David Duchovny, endorsed by the National Organization for Women as the ideal wife-beater.

What male is Bush offering?

I believe this is what he hired Condi to do.  I think he should telephone the oil/gas company from whom he purchased her and demand his money back.

Is there any feminist group who would like to help me?

From this day forward, whenever any demand is made upon me, I expect to be addressed as Master Race.  And I expect President Pooh to admit the reason he cannot do his job is because he has no German blood.

Saturday February 12, 2005--Afternoon

As Valentine's Day is approaching, I am told that my true sexiness is the fact that I am behind on a few of my bills.  In addition to the heating bill, I also missed my personal health insurance.  But Marshall Oil has kindly assured me I have some time as an additional bill of $594 arrived, and Mutual of Omaha informed me I have a 30-day grace period.

On March 24th we will, of course, have our next Christian National Whistleblowers' Day.  In addition to blowing-the-whistle, I would also like to asking everyone, blowing or not, to lobby our lawmakers to convert Patriot Day, September 11th, into (the Secular) National Whistleblowers' Day.  On the NewLaws page of this website, I have highlighted this.

President Bush is insisting that his Negro Secretary of State is too monkey-brained to do her job and will return to picking cotton upon her imprisonment.  I, as superior Caucasian, must do her job of disarming North Korean and Iran of nuclear arms.  And the Negro is agreeing.

I have decided to prove that the objectives of the KKK and neo-Nazis are wrong, and will let her do her work herself.

February 12, 2005--Evening

But Fupi-de-Poop-pee can't do it.

This is what we will do.

Based on the situations in the Adolph Hitler, Sadaam Hussein, and Osama ben Laden regimes, I believe it is easily concluded that many officials of Iran and North Korea are United States and British citizens.  Hitler and Eva Braun were born and raised in America.  Many members of the Iraqi Deck-of-Cards are such English-speaking people, easily evidenced by looking at the United States presidential cabinet and curatorial staff of the American Museum of Natural History.

Within the next 24 hours, please find as many photographs as you can of such nuclear-headed officials and compare to all associates of the Bush Administrations--junior and senior.  You can begin with James Baker who held many cabinet positions of Pooh-Senior.  I have always been suspicious of him, but admit I have no evidence.

Then, hopefully, I will return to work on Monday morning.

Sunday February 13, 2005

When is the National Organization for Women going to tell the President that I should receive equal-pay-for-equal-work and equal opportunity?

And when are the feminists going to tell the President that it is wrong of him to manipulate my finances such that I cannot pay the heating bill, health insurance, or property taxes as part of his effort to force me to do his job for him?

And when is Jesse Jackson going to tell President Pooh that just because Condi is the only African American in his cabinet, does not mean she is the only cabinet member who desperately needs my free help, whereas the others only non-desperately need it?

She is the white-man's black-woman.  And just as the feminists saw nothing wrong with Walter Mondale selecting Geraldine Ferraro as a running mate because she assured him her husband has more money than her female competitors, they see nothing wrong with what is happening to the White House now.

When is the National Organization for Women going to tell the President that I should receive equal-pay-for-equal-work and equal opportunity?

And when are the feminists going to tell the President that it is wrong of him to manipulate my finances such that I cannot pay the heating bill, health insurance, or property taxes, as part of his effort to force me to do his job for him?

If The New York Times continues to be pro-active in these behaviors, then I must advocate the Nazi solution to our national deficit:  Take all Tantrum WIC-Schwats (i.e., their relatives), process them through Auschwitz by placing a long hot white tube briefly up their vagina into their uterus to burn-it-out, and then give them to the German soldiers.  But unlike the Nazis, we won't do it for free.  $20/fuck until the debt is paid.

Sterilizing Tantrums should not be considered a human rights abuse, but rather welfare-control.  After all, the social security system exists for you and me when we have an emergency.  It can't function that way because these non-aquatic apes use it as their personal bank account for their wasteful spending habits.

But if that doesn't seem like a good way to recover our financial aid money, then we should expect The Tantrums to market their skills to earn the necessary re-payment.  Besides spreading-their-legs, what skill(s) do they have?

I should also say that during World War II, the Nazis distributed literature within Germany explaining the Jews were in slave labor camps for the purpose of repaying the taxpayer.  The public was satisfied.

I want to know how much money each taxpayer is paying each year for baby formula for Orthodox Jewish women who refuse to breast feed.  Based on everything I have witnessed, my guess is $500/year-each, or $140,000,000/year.

Saturday February 19, 2005

As to my health, one of the tumors is dead.  I have ceased the Amoxicillan and Fo-Ti.  I am continuing the Valtrex and Solaray's Turkey Tail.  I am reducing the pharmaceutical from three-1,000 units-per-day to 500 as I now believe the medicine is getting through.  I am accompanying each dosage with two Padma28 taken one hour in advance.  I believe the one hour delay is necessary as this is the facilitator.

And I want the baby formula figures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It is quite an audacity for The Tantrum to come to this country for the exclusive purpose of handing me the bill for the fact that she does not want to breast feed.  But the attitude I always receive is that I can afford it because I can re-finance the mortgage on the house.  These people don't understand this must be re-paid in the form of mortgage payments.  I believe their incompetence must be because the taxpayer re-pays theirs.

But the real reason they don't want to release the figures is because they are afraid of a violent outburst.

Sunday March 06, 2005

On February 15th, the buyers of my house gave my attorney, William R. Lonergan of South Salem, New York, a deposit of $58,800.  According to the contract, he was supposed to deposit it into an escrow account under my social security number at Wachovia Bank in Katonah, New York.

According to the bank, he didn't.

As to my health, I have added to the regiment two Grapefruit Seed Extract pills, three-times-per-day, in the Solaray brand.

Wednesday March 09, 2005

Lonergan made the deposit--13 days after receiving the check.

And the resignation two days ago of MostWanted no. 5 will be a mantelpiece trophy.

Friday march 11, 2005

I need help.

Wednesday March 16, 2005

The buyer released $10,000 of the escrow money to me.

As to my health, my regiment has changed from

Valtrex

Solaray's Grapefruit Seed Extract

Solaray's Turkey Tail

Solaray's Yeast Cleanse

Zinc

Padma28

to Aerobic 0-7 and anti-fungal yeast cream.

And the Swamp-Dwellers have a new gas.  It creates the symptoms of tonsillitis and a rash which looks like poison ivy.  It is easily treated by Thymic Longevity Compound by Econugenics and Solaray's Olive Leaf.  You may want to include St. John's Wort--a natural antibiotic for misdiagnosed people.

But their purpose in gassing me was not to prove the inferior qualities of their brains.  We already know that.  They need to prove a feature of their cranial capacities previously unknown to us aquatic apes--that their level of intelligence is deteriorating.

On another subject, Holy Thursday, March 24th, is coming soon.  As always, if you know someone who is about the blow-the-whistle, you must make a telephone call and offer emotional support.  And I would like to remind all attorneys, real and fake, that the whistleblower need NOT be correct, only reasonable.  And that a request for an investigation is NOT an accusation.

Friday March 18, 2005

On another subject, another issue has surfaced during the past few months concerning an incident in 1992.  I haven't mentioned it before because it was only a few days ago that I found the receipt.  And I found it because I am packing to move.

This it what happened.

I entered the Loehmann's store in Mount Kisco, New York.  The sales floor was abandoned.  Any retail manager would be fired for such negligence, but this one never was.  And upper management must have known about this practice because this was one of the first stores in the neighborhood to have an advanced video system.  And all major chains have mystery shoppers who should have noticed this.  It took me approximately 15 minutes to find, on this abandoned floor, the pants in the color and size I needed.  I went into the fitting room.  Five more minutes passed and, Guess what?, a sales clerk entered.  I was reaching into my pocketbook for the magenta-colored gloves I needed to match.  I had the receipt but it only said accessories.  The women spoke no English and didn't understand that meant gloves.  She went to get her manager.  This took another ten minutes.  She must have been in a coffee shop.

By this time I re-dressed and returned to the accessories department.  The manager approached me and tried to reached into my pocketbook looking for my wallet.  But I no longer carried a wallet.  She left the gloves and took the pants to place on the rack awaiting my purchase.  She also left me all alone on the sales floor.

She is now telling President Georgie-Pooh that I shoplifted the gloves.  If Georgie is a real lawyer, he should recognize that in her story she admits abandoning me on the floor.  And he should also know that she should have acquired my license plate number and, with the video, submitted this to the police.

Sunday March 20, 2005

Ever since I fired my publisher in 1995, The New York Times has uncontrollably hated me, even after they admitted one year later that I did the right thing.  I am still amazed by the fact that after the vandalism, they had Donald Trump at the negotiations table, admitting to everything.

And they assured him that I would be given extra hours as a $5/hour cashier to pay for the damage he did.  The bill for the time the publisher spent on the vandalism, and the time to clean-it-up, was $1,300.  And Dorrance Publishing was doing me a favor by letting me pay for it.

It still amazes me that my then employer, Linda Mallon, would jeopardize her liquor and tobacco licenses (convicted felons cannot have these) for the opportunity to participate in he harassment mechanisms to force me to pay this bill.

What did they have to gain?

I already know what Linda's involvement was.  Her daughter-in-law was pregnant and Donald Trump was the father.  Her son, John, did not have the potential.

But what about everyone else?

And if I have misrepresented any facts, anyone is welcome to place their counter-argument in writing, submit it to me, and I will publish it on this website and apologize.

Friday March 25, 2005

Dear Merrill Lynch;

If all I have is a strong theory, then how did I know that all three account numbers listed were of non-New York State residents?

I am not giving you that person's identity.  It was perfectly legal for me to have that information.  All I was given was a yes or no answer, without detailed account information.  I have worked in retail for ten years, and have experienced many managers demand of me to telephone the bank and inquire about clearance.  Although I admit I did not have a check, but rather a contract with a deadline date and a specified dollar amount.

Saturday April 02, 2005

As to my health, the tumor is dead, but there is a swollen gland in that region, as well as in my mouth.  The latter has been there for over one year.  I also have rashes on my legs which have been a problem for over a month.

I have been taking six Solaray St. John's Wort daily, and topically applying Calendula lotion to the non-oral gland.

As to my sale of my home, the closing date is on April 15th.  Georgie-Pooh is trying to play a nasty game that if I don't formulate a strategy to fix social security without antagonizing those who stole from it, he will leave me homeless.  He slowly sabotaged my efforts to find a place in my destination region as part of his strategy.

Now, just as he needs to broadcast to me the most, the news of the Pope dominates the news.

This time it isn't Secretary of State Rice who can't do her work, but rather Alan Greenspan.  I am refusing because I do not want to offend the Jewish population.

Saturday April 09, 2005

I have spent the past two months packing my household.  Several times I reached the point of exhaustion as I thought I did a good job in 2002-03 preparing for the inevitable.  But packing for the possibility of a move, and moving, are two different things.

I finally noticed I have three sets of dishes, as well as enough cleaning fluids to scrub-down a hospital, and more than enough pots and pans to serve an army, among other excesses.

We had every excuse to hang-onto everything:

It was on the clearance rack and you never know when you might need it.

I'm finished using it, but might one day need it again and don't want to have to re-buy it.

It may be worth a lot of money one day.

& (My favorite)

We are doing the project ourselves rather than hire professionals to save money, so therefore we need all this equipment and should save it.

Etc.

I suspect that my total rubbish removal bill since 2002 is over $1,000.  And that doesn't include small clean-up projects from before.  The total may be $1,500.  But I'll never know.

I cleaned-out a shelf in the kitchen which had cleaning fluids from the time we moved-in in 1967.  Since I cleaned this, I have had much less frequent problems with insomnia.

I cleaned-out the garage.  We had every fluid for every car emergency which might occur while we were at home.  But we were never lucky.  The only time my 1992-Volkswagen ever need a tow-truck was in January of 2003.  It was a brutally cold evening, and my mechanic told me that things do break in such weather.  I was driving home when my clutch-cable broke.  And I didn't just happen to have an extra one in the garage or the car.

On Wednesday I will vacate my house, and on Friday I will close the sale.  I do not have a new place because Georgie-Pooh interfered with that.  Henceforth, it may be a few weeks before I make my next entry onto this website.

Tuesday April 12, 2005

If you have been watching the news, you will know that Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon is at the Presidential-Pooh Ranch in Texas.  It is no coincidence that this meeting is timed a few days before my closing.  You may also notice that included on the guest list are Vice President Tricky-Dickey Cheney and Secretary of State KGB-Condi.  The latter two both have long faces because Pooh was certain he would have manipulated out of me a negotiations strategy by now.

But Pooh is still confident I will surrender.

But I won't.  And that is not in his script.

Saxons always need a script.  Any violation by those they believe will comply may lead to a violent outbreak by the script's author.

Wednesday April 13, 2005

Dear Mr. Icahn;

Do the right thing today.

Friday May 06, 2005

I am back at the store where my website originated from.  I have made the down payment on my new house but my computer is still in storage.  I returned to New York this morning to pick-up three weeks worth of mail and update this website.

As to recent current events...

The 19th hijacker of September 11th plead guilty.  His plane was destined for the White House.  And on September 11th, another plane which went toward this destination anyway, mysteriously landed on the fields of Pennsylvania.  But according to the President, it was not shot-down.

A likely story.

I will never understand how the feminists could stand-by as President Pooh attempts to orchestrate a cat-fight between the Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, and myself.  And I will never understand how the civil rights activists could stand-by and allow the only African American of the cabinet to be characterized as someone for whom a Caucasian must be forced to do her work for her.

And on another subject of feminists...

How much longer do I have to wait for them to react to the way I was drugged in that hospital in 2002?  I am the one we know about.  And if it weren't for the eight months I worked at the pharmacy, I would have never understood what happened.  There might be a serial rapist(s) lurking throughout.

As to the subject of my move...

On April 14th, I vacated my house.  I received several estimates for the cost of moving.  As per the recommendation of my realtor, Houlihan Lawrence, the cheapest was from Delancy Movers.  Their estimate was $2,100, almost half the others.  They explained it is because they do not advertise.

But I was confused and concerned about the finances of the closing.  And wanted to resolve a few issues before the vacate.

Originally, there were three potential buyers:  $626,000, $599,000 (asking price) and $520,000.  The first was the accepted offer, the second, the back-up.  I liked the first family.  And when they originally had not made the highest offer, I was disappointed.  But they decided to be competitive and raise their offer to $626,000.  I was glad.  They were a couple with a pre-school age son.  And I sensed they would love the house the way I did.  I met them again at the inspections.

But mysteriously, all offers disappeared.

Then came the new buyers--$588,000, all cash.  I received a copy of the down-payment check.  The bank was Merrill Lynch.  I asked this financial institution if they had the cash funds to cover this purchase.  They insisted they did not and advised me against this deal.

I spoke to my realtor who sent me a copy of the document they submitted to her as financial evidence before their offer was accepted.  It was a letter from Merrill Lynch providing their name, without their address, and the account numbers and dollar amounts they had.  The total amount of their bank accounts was 5% over their offer.

I worked in retail and handled money for over ten years.  A name without an address in unacceptable.  I wanted to see a copy of a monthly statement.  They refused to provide that but instead provided a new letter with a name and address.

But the total was over $100,000 less than the first letter and certainly did not cover the post-down-payment balance of $529,200.

My realtor answered $58,800 of the missing money was the down payment.  But I did not accept that explanation because the account number on the check was not in the letter.

As all of this was going on she convinced me to pursue the idea of renting an apartment in my destination region of Connecticut.  She drove me there where we met my realtor, Audrey Hilton of the Home Selling Team.  We looked at five places.

I was completely confused.

But my New York realtor wasn't.  She recommended the one which was new, had much storage space and did not require gardening.  I would have to offer $3,000 up-front.

We had a long telephone conversation in which she strongly urged me to send the $3,000.  But I refused based on paperwork with such discrepancies.

Just before the vacate, I decided I wanted to see copies of the certified checks which the buyers were required to bring to the closing.  Such was faxed to me.  I saw the signatures.  It was of Stephen Hughes.  I telephoned the branch of Chase Bank from which these originated and was informed there was no such employee.  Rather, it is the computer which signs the checks.

I decided there was a chance the checks were valid. 

It required four hours to fill two rather small trucks (i.e., not 18-wheelers).  The seven Delancy people were excellent, and exercised great care with everything including the piano.

Included in the boxes was my asthma nebulizer machine.  Two months of packing required small dosages of over-the-counter inhaler.  I was certain I would never need it again.

As we were loading the trucks, Michelle, my former manager of Staples, came to say good-bye.  She was amazed at the myriad of mud roads she had to travel to find it.

I had previously complained to her of my concerns over the Merrill Lynch paperwork.  She agreed I should not send any money to Connecticut until this deal was finalized.

She used to work at a different bank.  I asked her about the procedure for certified checks.  She explained that for such up to $50,000, the head teller could sign.  But anything above that required a second signature of a banker.  There was no such thing as computer signatures.

That night I slept upon my bedroom rug.  Under me was an old comforter the movers found, as well as my pillow without my bed-wedge.  Upon me was my comforter and a blanket.  It was a miserable night.

I loaded all that into large garbage bags and into the car.  This included the rug the movers rolled-up, pushed to the side, and left without.  There was a mountain in the back, the passenger seat, and the trunk was barely closable.

At the closing I saw the wife without her wedding ring.  But there was skin pealing where it used to be.  She must have just sold it.  They explained their current home would be on the market by April 28th.  I have been checking realtor.com, and have not yet seen it.

After the closing I drove to Stamford, Connecticut.  I took, Catherine, my good friend of Lord & Taylor, to dinner.  I then stayed at a nearby hotel.

I would have driven to my destination region the next day, but all the hotels were booked-up.  So on Sunday morning I drove at speeds I had never done before.  I wanted to begin my new life.

The hotel, Best Western, is down the street from my realtor.  I could devote my undivided attention for my search.  The area is East of Hartford.  It is near Bradley International Airport, as well as a train station which goes into Manhattan.  It is upon the University of Connecticut in Storrs, as well as one hour south of the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, one hour west of Brown and the University of Rhode Island, and one hour north of Yale.  All these have graduate programs in anthropology.  As a bonus, the University of Connecticut school of law is in Hartford.

The next day the two trucks arrived at Coventry Storage.  I arranged that all filing cabinets were in front of my rooms and ignored the box with the nebulizer.

My realtor and I began with all houses under $300,000, as the mortgage company assured me that I was pre-approved for anything up to my most recent mortgage.  There was only one house I liked.  I originally saw it several months earlier on the internet and it was my favorite, but expired.  I was delighted to see it re-introduced onto the market.

But touring it was another issue.  Every chore would require a long walk.  I remember my mother explaining to me that in 1966, she reorganized her home as it was being built.  And one thing she arranged was that the kitchen is next to the garage such that groceries are not carried long distances.  This Connecticut house required that I step-out of the car, into the hallway parallel to it, into the house, down two sides of the living room (front and right), and into the small hallway which finally ends in the kitchen.  It was not an eat-in kitchen.  So I would have to eat on my dining room table which is where I like to sew.  And the master bedroom was over the garage.  I decided to avoid that feature because of my asthma.

The search continued and I was enjoying my shopping.

But suddenly I came down with the bronchitis which everyone else, including my New York realtor, had.  I had to go directly to the emergency room of Windham Hospital.  They explained the sharp temperature fluctuations of the past few days, as well as an environment in which I may have found new allergies, probably compounded the problem.  I needed a nebulizer.

But the next day I was worse.  My realtor recommended the walk-in clinic associated with this same hospital.  They administered three nebulizers and gave me samples for a one week supply of the antibiotic Biaxin.  But they were amazed at the severity of my condition.  I did not tell them that the glands swollen in my mouth were in that condition for over one year.

One week later I returned for another week's supply of the antibiotic, and another nebulizer application.  Yesterday I returned explaining that the glands in my mouth were still slightly swollen.  But the doctor explained that the infection is probably dead and will require a few days for the symptoms to disappear.  But nonetheless, she gave me three more days of supplies.

A few days later we looked at the last house for under $300,000.  I did not like any of them.  I decided to raise my offer to $310,000.  Two houses looked good.  I was feeling very hopeful.

One of them was one-year-old.  It had more square-footage while being cheaper than the other.  It was also the only single-level ranch of all the houses we saw.  This is what I had in New York.  My realtor thought it was the better of the two.  But I did not like the steep driveway nor the layout of the house.  And while both Connecticut houses were built to fashionably show-off the kitchen to living room guests, I believed the design of the cheaper was only appropriate for those who enjoy demonstrating their cooking techniques.  I will never be one of those people.

The other house had the bedrooms upstairs.  I could hear my mother advising me not to live my life on a staircase.  But I also had the issue in July of 2003 of the trespasser outside of my bedroom window who was probably my former neighbor, back from the dead.  If he had a gun, he would have been shooting straight-in, rather than up.  I decided I should be upstairs.

This other house was new.  I had seen it a few months earlier on the internet and it, too, expired.  The builder/seller explained it was originally $329,000.  That seems correct to me, although I don't remember.

I originally rejected it because it is 1.84 acres.  I decided a house must be protected by at least two.  I also rejected it because it is 1,800 square-feet.  While this is 100 more than my New York home, I had already witnessed from my original searches for houses that the efficiency of my single-1700-ranch is the equivalent of 2,000 of any other style home.  This is because all my bookcases require walls.

It is missing 200 square feet, as well as a wall between the kitchen and living room, as well as an exterior living room wall as it has large glass doors leading into