My laptop is running slower than anything you can possibly imagine, gang. The connection, I mean. Not the actual computer. So this will be short, so that I don’t tear my lovely hair out!!!

First — I loved this; notice the legs??? This is from the fake Biden’s fake bike accident yesterday. It was posted on Charlie Ward’s channel.

“Guess the age of those legs….. yep you guessed it right, 79 years old

Wtf they look like a 25 year olds

Any 79 year olds out there please give me a shout and say your legs look this young.”

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And good news from ASB Military:

“The Kherson region will help Russia to produce a record harvest of grain in 2022, Vladimir Saldo, the chief of the civil-military administration of the Kherson region, said on the Soloviov.LIVE television channel on Saturday.”

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Phil was supposed to go live last night, but had to cancel at the last minute. Who knows what’s really behind all these postponements?? I can’t wait to find out.

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Trump spoke in Memphis, TN last night. Replay, if you missed it. He was very chatty!! (1 hr):

Gila Jed & Mel Carmine – Two Jews and an Italian… discuss Nesara Gesara (1 hr):

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And the rest are some things I want to post for Father’s Day, because my computer is making me COMPLETELY insane right now and not wanting to access videos (!!). AAAAaaarrgggh…..

I posted a bunch of photos on Instagram this morning, of my various fathers, grandfathers, and father figures — going back to the mid-1800s.

But I wanted to post these photos I have of Gus Van Sant Sr — who was definitely like a father to me, gang. He was such a kind man. I worked for him when I was in my 50s, helping him out in his home office. He was not only his son’s business manager (GVS the movie director), but he also managed the career of the painter, Helen LaFrance. Without Gus, my screenplay and my play would not exist. He arranged for me to meet Helen in Kentucky (she was in a nursing home by then.)

One day, in the office, Gus was showing me some old photos. I have a copy of this great photo of Gus as a little boy:

And when Gus was 15, he worked as a page for the US Senate. Here he is, at age 15 (in 1943 or 1944), standing right next to Eleanore Roosevelt!! I just love this photo. And Gus was so proud of it I’ve cropped it way down, though, because it’s hard to see him, otherwise. The red line is pointing to Gus.

And while I was searching for these photos, I discovered a letter Gus wrote to me. it was after his wife, Betty, died and he was preparing to move to Seattle, to live closer to his daughter. I was so touched when I got this letter and I had forgotten all about it until this morning. The letter was written in maybe 2016?

He died this past January, in Seattle, and I was truly heartbroken when I found out. Anyway, here is his letter to me before he moved. (BTW, he signed his name with a little “g”. I don’t know why.)

“Marilyn – I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to say goodbye to you today.  Too many things going on, and I didn’t think about this being the last time we will see each other.  I just read your lovely card, cat’s and all.  I’m very touched by your comments.  I do hope you will find peace and happiness in the coming years, in either NYC or here.  And of course, I am very much hoping that your play will get produced and you’ll be a famous playwright.  At least a highly respected one.  Thank you for your help with Betty’s obituary.  She’s in a far better place, that’s why I don’t have difficulty letting her go.  Dementia was beginning to consume her, and the future would have been very difficult for both us.  We were married for 65 years, and had been together for several years before marriage.  We were lucky to have found each other.   We dated in high school, and even before.  She had a saved pressed corsage that I had given her when we were 12. Customary for a fellow to give his girl a corsage for Easter in  the 30’s and 40’s in Mayfield.  Let me know how it goes in New York.  God’s Speed.  gus“

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I also wanted to say a little bit about the man in this photo below. He was the father of my bestfriend when I was 11-12 years old. The photo is from 1963, but when I met him in the summer of 1972, when he was in his 30s, he had long hair and full facial hair — a beard and mustache, as was customary back then! He was a high school teacher, but he was also a devout Christian. And he was the one who truly introduced me to the healing powers of Jesus Christ. This man below, changed my life in so many ways. He was an amazing father and a really caring individual.

My adoptive family were conservative Jews so, of course, I was not allowed to so much as mention Jesus’s name in our home, so theJesus thing was a big secret. But this man meant so much to me. He died about 10 years ago. (He had 3 daughters and a son, who are cropped out of the photo for privacy’s sake.)

And that has to be it for now, gang, because I have to re-boot this laptop!!!!!

Have a great Sunday, wherever you are in the world!! Thanks for visiting.

If it will post here — this is my breakfast-listening music from this morning!! In a weird way, it is kind of my life story. Tom Petty & Mudcrutch, “Scare Easy.” Enjoy!! I love you guys. See ya!

“Scare Easy”

My love’s an ocean
You better not cross it
Yeah
I’ve been the distance
And I need some rest
Yeah I had somebody once
And damn if I lost her
I’ve been running
Like a man possessed

I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Yeah, I am a loser
At the top of my game
I should have known
To keep an eye on you
Now I got a scar
It ain’t never the same
Yeah, I got a dream
That don’t ever come true

I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

Sun going down
On a canyon wall
I got a soul
That ain’t never
Been blessed
Yeah and I’m a shadow
At the back of the hall
Yeah, I got a sin
I ain’t never confessed

And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
And I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

And I don’t scare easy
Don’t fall apart
When I’m under the gun
You can break my heart
But I ain’t gonna run
I don’t scare easy
For no one

c- Tom Petty 2008