Sunset in Puerto Vallarta last night. I took shots not as good as this one from "Puerto Vallarta Daily News", and it was so cool last night, that I slept soundly without air conditioning, for the first time this season.
And here is a little something from my friend DEL SHORES, this is hooty:
The reason I like this so much, is it is an excuse to tell my six-foot sister Jane, that her "high North Carolina hair" works perfectly for her, but she should stop trying to save money with only TWO colors in it, and go back to THREE, which always looks perfect and CONFIDENT!!!
Jane with two colors -- and two pair of GLASSES, as well!!! 2008.
>>> SISTER JANE RESPONDS TO MY LAST POSTING -- THEN I TO HER (in reverse order):
First of all, I apologize for not getting to you sooner, but although gmail shows you sent this at 5:17 PM yesterday, your time, I did not receive it by the time I went to bed at 11:15 PM last night -- but it had arrived this morning. ONLY emails that I would like to receive are typically delayed -- up to 2.5 days -- and the nut-balls calling me names get theirs right through every time -- LOL!!!
And then I had a long comedy of things needing attention that delayed me further, but nothing remarkable -- and THAT (the boring-ness of the things needing attention), is a sign of progress in MY life, as I bet you would agree.
Anyway, I'm not sure what got me on the subject yesterday -- perhaps the election which ran redder than I had imagined in my worst scenario (but also has silver lining to its dark, dark cloud -- the Republicans now have to PROVE they can govern responsibly, as the likely-voting public in the 2016 PRESIDENTIAL election cycle will guarantee the near END of that party if they don't), but even though I had pretty much gotten past blaming you, Mike, or Julie, even, for any of my difficulties (which all of you contributed to, but NOT with malice), the ONE THING I had gotten NONE of from any of you is empathy of any kind.
That's all I have ever wanted and I don't think any of you owe me an apology, amends, or similar -- we were ALL victims of our upbringing, and I took the lead to really explore it, so naturally, the rest of you must be or have been a bit shocked -- to say nothing of sometimes embarrassed or inconvenienced, but NOTHING like the complete loss of my wealth, attempts on my life and freedom AT ALL -- or that I had to flee the United States to take cover under Mama Mexico's skirts -- just to NOT be murdered by the US Government, so I never understood why you had no empathy to express to me. I trust none of you had to live under a bridge with real criminals, all armed and some of them REALLY mentally unstable. Miraculously, while those idiots peed in the space people slept in, they had the sense to go away a bit to defecate -- LOL!!!
I would also like to say that I think YOU have a basic understanding of many of these things -- you used to report how Mom and Dad sat around in their early 90s bitching about being poor as children, and how mean and nasty Mom typically was toward Dad. YOU always loved J. Kennedy Schultz's talks at Atlanta Church of Religious Science in the 1980s. And Mike has (since about two years after he was mad about my causing Connor's marriage to not happen), always been encouraging by his tone of voice, but never, ever, ever his words.
Julie is the "caboose", five years younger than Mike, and left to deal with those two on her own. That said is enough to call for a moratorium on ANY kind of criticism of Julie -- and to blanket her with unconditional love, letting her develop from that as she may. Some of the most fun I've had in recent years was the time I got stuck in New York, due to the blizzard of 2009, when I had gone to Mark Beard's Christmas Party after delivering final manuscript to Don Weise of Alyson Books (and before I returned home to find my computer TOTALLY HACKED and ALL files regarding my book and its drafts (safely hidden elsewhere), had been removed -- and nothing else. I took the train to Philly, and spent Christmas there at Mike's, before returning to Atlanta.
Only Allen Rosen was in the house to turn on my computer so it could be hacked by outsiders -- or he did the actual work, himself. I don't have time to tell you his wife Linda Rosen's connections to Republican top operatives and judges in Alabama, and the HATEFUL Christianity she actually espoused.
And after that tornado in Tuscaloosa (2011 or 12 -- even a bunch of people I knew at First Presbyterian, Wilmington went to Tuscaloosa to help with that mess), and I kept writing him asking if they were OK, he wrote to YOU to tell me they were OK -- his not EMAILING (not calling on phone, which could be difficult), PROOF to me of his GUILT!!! I was SUPER-SHOCKED that when you passed that info along, you didn't YOURSELF say that proves he was one of those trying to murder me -- although not by his own hand.
And he DID lie to you claiming I was needing commitment, I assume because his friend Patrick Stansbury of www.pentagon-usa.com had called Allen and told him to ACTIVATE THAT PRE-PLANNED PLAN of manipulating my gullible sister!!!
Sorry, but so many people are NOT what they claim -- AT ALL!!!
But one evening that December 2009, we ate at Julie's house with several of her and Joel's friends -- and I really liked hearing their stories of hunting with bows and arrows. I thought that was totally cool, if not my thing. This is the closest I've felt to Julie in years -- and to Joel, ever.
So I'm just going to ignore myself-of-yesterday, and continue on.
I think that Mom is such a big presence, that the rest of us won't fully relax and be able to be candid until after she dies -- which could easily take ten years. I was talking to Testosteroni about this this morning, and how I had at first wanted to CONDEMN the three of you for NOT offering to buy me a plane ticket for Dad's funeral, but later realized that I was still too crazed to be trusted in public, so I THANK all of you for not offering. I expect to have my own earned money by the time Mom dies, but if not, I hope you can each kick in a couple of hundred dollars for me.
Naturally, I am copying dear Mike and Julie (BTW: I have ALWAYS loved Gail and her family -- I hope that has come through, perhaps Joel has been more different than me, so it has taken more time for me to warm up to him), and will post this as a follow-up to yesterday's posting. And if you didn't check it, I late-added a cool shot of Connor in Asia with a monkey at the very bottom. Connor posted a LOT of cool pix of that trip, first on Pinterest, some also on Facebook, and I could send you some of the other best if you want.
On Thu, Nov 6, 2014 at 4:17 AM, Jane Kenan wrote:
I'm sorry u feel that way Scott but I certainly understand. Jane
On Wednesday, November 5, 2014, Scott Kenan wrote:
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>>> NOW BERNIE MARCUS (AGAIN!!!):
John Lahr not only wrote TENNESSEE WILLIAMS: MAD PILGRIMAGE OF THE FLESH -- and gave MY memoir of working for Mr. Williams a RAVE REVIEW, he wrote a book on Frank Sinatra -- whose dentist and good friend from Palm Springs, Frank K. Meyer, DDS, is in my PUERTO VALLARTA WRITERS GROUP.