11/4/10
Today is a quiet day meant to contemplate the act of betrayal…
It comes in many forms.
The betrayal between firends…
The betrayal between spouses…
The betrayal of ourselves…
We are at the end of a nine year cycle. If you do not like how yours looks; take a look at the last eight years and know that sometimes when we reap what we sew… the harvest may not be all that pleasing, but there’s always the opportunity to replant the field and move on.
11/3/10
She worked at the American Legions Club. A young girl, very pretty- medium brown hair, cute build. That’s where they met her- this Jessica that no one wants to remember. She was beaten. Left in the elements… ogled by one of the four in flannel who had a sick obsession with watching the flies cling to the battered flesh of her face. Holiday over… they buried her at or under the pool.
There was a dairy. A nice dairy… lots of sweet old cows that spent their days wandering the fields, eating grass, chewing their cud… and swatting flies in the unbearable heat with their leathery tails. Maybe even Jessica’s flies.
There was the pool. There was the dairy. Both the dairy and the pool were absorbed into the country club complex years ago…
How paradoxical that the hooker that no one wanted to help or search for when she went missing 44 years ago…
the young girl who was possibly raped- but most definitely beaten…
the girl, who even now in the afterlife is consumed with the ravaged and torn flesh of her face …
the girl who was most likely the first in this series of law enforcement victims that led to Charley’s murder…
the girl who wasn’t worth anyone’s time of day when she was alive…
the low class tramp who people turned up their noses at…
Is now dead… living the afterlife in Valdosta Country Club style!
Funny isn’t it? What began as a Jimmy Hoffa style burial, ultimately landed her in the last place she would have ever been welcomed back in 1966! The irony is absolutely sublime and of course as a theatre director I can only celebrate her presumed resurrection in the best way I know how… a song from a hit musical- Sweet Charity!
What are the words to that wonderful song? Oh yeah… I remember now!
“…Charity:
Tonight at eight you shoulda seen
A chauffeur pull up in a rented limousine!
My neighbors burned! They like to die!
When I tell them who is gettin’ in and goin’ out is I!
If they could see me now,
That little gang of mine,
I’m eating fancy chow
And drinking fancy wine.
I’d like those stumble bums to see for a fact
The kind of top drawer, first rate chums I attract.
All I can say is “Wow-ee!
Looka where I am.
Tonight I landed, pow!
Right in a pot of jam.
What a set up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
If they could see me now,
My little dusty group,
Traipsin’ ’round this million dollar chicken coop.
I’d hear those thrift shop cats say:
“Brother, get her!
Draped on a bed spread made from three kinds of fur.”
All I can say is, “Wow!
Wait till the riff an’ raff
See just exactly how
He sign this autograph.”
What a build up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
If they could see me now
Alone with Mister V.,
Who’s waiting on me like he was a maître d’
I’d hear my buddies saying:
“Crazy, what gives?
Tonight she’s living like
The other half lives!”
To think the highest brow,
Which I must say is he,
Should pick the lowest brow,
Which there’s no doubt is me!
What a step up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now!
What a step up! Holy cow!
They’d never believe it…
They’d never believe it,
If my friends could see me now
Hi, girls it’s me, Charity…”*
Or, did they mean… Jessica? I know it doesn’t really rhyme, but it does have a certain kind of ring to it, don’t you think Grim?? They even mention those sweet old cows from the dairy- you know- see the line…“Holy cow!”???
So this is what they mean by, “Life imitating art… or was it art imitating life?” Hmmmmmmm…
Don’t you just love musical theatre, Grim? I do. And look! Sweet Charity came out in 1966! Wow…I couldn’t have planned that one better if I had tried!
*Sweet Charity (1966)
Sweet Charity – Broadway Revival Cast 2005
Book by Neil Simon
Based on the film Nights Of Cabiria
Lyrics by Dorothy Fields
Music by Cy Coleman)
11/2/10
Before the magic and the mystery of the day is stripped away by the dawn…. before the possibility of forever becomes, only for now… before the souls who speak so richly in my dreams are crowded out by the clamor of daily ritual and the interruption of those more corporeal… let me sit- idle in thought, patient in my demeanor and silent amongst my own chaos.
Whatever ills are met this day must be conquered early as I have a great many chores and obligations to attend to. But for the moment, while I am still Capt. of my ship and keeper of the night, let me tell you that the journey of life is so amazing that I wonder why we forget to stare at the stars at night and wonder on which beam of light our hopes arise. Why we do not see the mystery in small works, joy in the little minutes and smile from within- that we are here-that we have been given this great gift of experience.
I know what you probably wanted was guts and gore from me today. Some monumental clue that has led me to somewhere even more insane than the last clue’s navigation… and trust me—the day is still yet unborn and the possibilities for such are endless with this crew. But for now… just for now… while the damp embroiders the air and the wind cuts just a bit deeper in your cheek- while gray and gaunt clouds veil the breach between daring and dawn… and the early morning mist breaks down the colors of the day as water colored remembrances …Breathe in the night air and find your balance. Such is upon us that has never been and you must be prepared for what gifts or goads will befall you…
I have a very important meeting on Friday which will bring to some closure, to others more angst and to all…another clue to follow. Until then:
“… it is hot- very hot; July or August-she was killed. Possibly left outside in the hot elements- feels like a public pool-maybe worked there- lifeguard or something. Last name Sanders Or Sanderson something…
Creepy- he has left her out in the elements for a few days- then buried her. I feel like a male energy can see her body through the window. He just leaves her there for awhile. He has a wife- 2 kids; b/g. The boy is older- has a leg problem-he wears a boot or brace on one of his legs-can’t run fast as a kid and this frustrates the father…”
“…half of her face is really messed up. Could be decay or the injury suffered in life. She is extremely fixated on her face. The male in the window is turned on by watching her body. The 4 in flannel- who had a boy and a girl? Boy has brown hair/slender build. Hotel/motel is mentioned for Jessica- the hotel/motel name began with Red-something…
November 11th is significant for you…”
“…the man with the 3-legged white dog and a bad eye- he has information for you…”
See? The day has yet to break and already, I have delivered you somewhere new
Until later then…
11/1/10
Last week I had a dream. After learning that the rumor of the dead girl being buried under or at a pool was infact- not rumor at all… I did some additional research that left me still very much out in the cold as far as identifying an exact location. Tired, but encouraged I asked Charley for more help. That night, with visions of Jessica obsessing about the damage to her face, I asked for guidance and a chance to follow the four in flannel as they committed the crime. I know that my rest was unsettled- but no more than that. Alas, the only thing I can recall from my slumber is standing inside a small room that had not been finished. Sheetrock mud and taping still exposed, floors covered in sawdust, tidbits of lumber, nails and huge clumps and drizzled tailings of caulk- the window openings had been cut, trimmed and framed- but actual windows not installed. It was a shell of a room, inside what appeared to be apartments or offices of some sort. The place I was inside felt like a two-three story building still under construction– a building that looked out over an area with scattered construction debris and large piles of sandy colored dirt heaped at various junctures. Standing inside the room, you could feel the breeze through the window. I sensed someone near me, but was not frightened as if they did not know I was there- I leaned out the open window and looked down. Some construction equipment and stray lumber, wheel barrows and shovels littered the ground directly below, but beyond the area seemed to clean up a bit- as though further along in the construction process.
The person with me bent forward into the window to look farther out and when I followed their gaze- I saw the gaping hole. It was rectangular in shape and while the earth surrounding it held a honey brown, deep within its cavity the shade became more reddish in pigment.
At the time I did not know if it was meant to be the footprint of another building- but after comparison to others, soon realized that it could not have been a basement as it was more than one story deep.
When I questioned my company as to what it was- there was no answer. I glanced back towards the door and saw the shadow of my escort pacing in the hall- he had left me there alone to contemplate the view.
I turned back towards the window and stared at the shape below; its dimensions and the proximity to a clump of woods. This was new- fresh construction in an area that was sparsely populated. The template of buildings was laid out and the one I was in was the closest to completion. I looked down again, gauging and deciphering the shape of the cavity beneath me. Uncommonly large for private use, it became instantly clear that this was for public use. When I suddenly realized what it was I was looking at… I awoke in a sweat.
I was given a name as guide wire. When I Googled this name; the internet gave me more than14 different possibilities of location and name combinations to review. Searching Google Earth and Google Maps, I discerned by population density and locale several plausible sites. But when I sent the list to R for perusal… the very address I had made the personal exemption, for a variety of reasons… it was the only address that jumped out at her from the list. Keeping an open mind and because she has thus far, never been wrong in this case, I Googled it. The satellite zeroed in and the images of tall 2-3 story buildings began to come into view. The closer the satellite got and the higher the resolution…the more clearly the images of a complex came into view. But it wasn’t the template of the complex that caught my attention so much, though the address gave me the exact same perspective as the one in my dream- it was what lay just north of my perspective that gave me chills.
It was the image of a large pool.
Keep talking Jessica… I am listening!
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