My literature piece. on us twin kids
SO Guess Who Died First! May 2005  clickhere
We were hungry, just barely alive...Debbie died of malnutrition when refused a feeding tube to save her HMO money

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Everything on this page is an index. There's another little one  here .
Most photos at the top are links to their topics--a lass who lived 96 years, our church windows we made, the two children, the pets, our now paralyzed dentist ( story of JOB)...There is a dearth of photos after 2002 because the ppoverty began unabated in 01 and by 02 was untenable. There was no money for film, we hocked and lost the cameras, there was no money, ever, to develope film , or get the scanner looked at so it could work again so I could scan school awards or anything. There was a funny scene today when ungie got caught in the flowers and when Dan broke him lose, had a collar of weeds 4 feet around his head like a green halo as he tried to run off and shake the chain. Dragging on the ground and everything as he tried to run like a deer who's antlers grew down.it's a shame our videocamera has been in hock for most of 3 years now. We don't even get to try to live, laugh at ourselves. it's soooo depressing, liking books and magazines and cable tv programming and filming your cute kids and not getting to do any of it for 3 years and finally recognize that you never are, you have to stay this broke till you die--it's the law. What are they keeping me alive for if this is the pathetic quality of life I cannot take an opportunity to better without losing my medical?I feel like I'm just here to make my kids' lives miserable, right? Would you make any child of yours live off $3000 a year TOTAL incl elec. and phone and running water , clothes and food and medical? You make each of my 2 kids live off that, and me off the third $3000 you give us annually. You couldn't do it. But when after 7 years of it I need new beds, sheets, pillows, towels, washing machine--you say it's my mismanagement of money and walk off.Please dont. I don't want you to go to hell. Please.
Every visitor suggests I need an index. What some don't know is that I criss-cross many sites that don't lead the visitor back to my whole site but can be accessed from this page. For example, it is embarassing to let people who idolize your grandfather know you have no electricity.I also learned the hard way that Hank Carr fans will use my site to get my address and come to my door for an interview.Writing a book, the fellow said. It's Hank's sister who wants to talk to the book writer, he needs to find her. She isn't that lost--they found her before.All I can tell you about Hank is that we all sat each impoverished hot day trying to get through it. I had cardiomyopathy and a year to live. Why Hank wasn't working I guess is no valid ID.It is a dusty, dirty neighborhood reeking of tom cat spray and rotting vegetation and garbage.No grass holds onto the sand long and your feet are black quickly when you walk   outside.It rains 100 days in a row every summer making for hot stinking steaming weeds afterwards all night.There are bugs galore.. Traffic sends exhaust everywhere because there are intersections every 2 homes.
My most visited sites are for the movie A High Wind in Jamaica , Vietnam photos by a vet ( Dan), my grandparents , and Carr-Bowen.Sometimes I get request for stained glass repairs. No one responds to my site on cardiomyopathyalthough many used to .I keep every one seperate--no links to my site from my Johnny G Lyon site, for example.This here page and one like it called simply www.homestead.com/ausable are my only indexes, and portals to all my sites.
Here are some examples of what is on my sprawling Me-o -city:



My Boarding School (Life in Boarding School in 1970-73)







Today while the blossom still clings to the vine
Shanna gets 14 years
Decem
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   Here, too-- NOVEMBER 2002
July 5, 2002
I wanted to say today July 1 2002 that Bernice Bowen blew it with me. In her trial last week she never once said she withheld Carr's identity to be able to be with Kayla right after Kayla saw Joey die. She only said she was scared of Carr.
She did give enough info on him that police rushed to his home 1 minute after he got there, time enough to arrest him and lock him up when they saw him parking on another street, carrying a loaded semi-automatic, stealing a bike from it's owner right in front of him and fleeing them when they yelled "Stop! Police!" Plus all the evidence in plain site in the apartment that the guy was flippy and a gun freek, incl. that picture of Denise with a big weapon on the wall. 
And for the jury to say that in their decision they considered how huge and muscular Bernice is ("how could she claim to be abused? She didn't look meek and tiny to us") shows total stupidity since at the day of Hank's death Bernice was a slight little skinny girl. She got big in prison ! It isn't fair--Bernice's attorney, family, etc. were not privvy to the jury's false ideations as they examined facts, to correct their assumption that Bernice was big and heavy back when she ran with Boo.
Still Bernice blew it with me--I thought she was protecting her little girl in a confused way.



July 5, 2002
Ted Williams, I really wanted to have that visit with you  .I am so sorry you have died and that will never happen now. God bless you. I have a Christmas card from you to my grandmother. Somewhere.  I am afraid to throw anything out til I find it in this mess of unorganized old written/ printed  things.On the news today they said you have to sell it fast, your memorbilia, while the iron is hot.
I know where all the signed baseballs come from. You used to buy your own and visit sick kids in hospitals and give them autographed baseballs you'd bought and signed. And you told the hospitals if they told about it you would stop.
So probably many autographed balls selling for big bucks today and this week came from those sick kids.
I know you didn't autograph much, including your letter to me: the autograph was wisely protected, not freely given. My Dad says you were fishing with my grandparents in Key Largo when your wife had a baby--your daughter--and your wife got so mad she chased you around the house with a knife. Strange isn't it the things I know?



June 2002--Weird Al's new CD includes "I'm a Genius in France" and is being recorded now
May 8 2002: The Latest

Also, map yourself.
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odds of terrorism.
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My 15-year-old daughter has really worked on her web sites, all of it without my input. See the one she's putting her stories on now. RIGHT HERE.
If It's mid- March ' 01, I just sent you a virus. Not on purpose! It sent everyone in my address book an email called "This really works!"
More---->  click here!
WIN SOMETHING--Take a cute quiz on this site.......click here!
Irene. ( how this would look if I made my website  just like hers)
I live on the Pacific
A photo I played with.
a coronary care unit
nurse I had
Taina, our buddy in Puerto Rico
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Marina, 5,created this self-portrait from a photo
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Imagine you are minding your own life with all its attendant ambitions when the ambitions of science, and perhaps of a you ten years from now, butt in. Imagine that they have discovered that you are dying and in five years when you start feeling like it it will be too late to give you optimum chance at survival through a complex surgery, because the symptoms of your progressed disease will get in the way.
While seemingly more able than many, you are asked to go under anesthesia and give up your heart. Like, they will take it out and throw it away, although it just walked a daughter to a  school bus stop, and trickertreated  for two hours , or walked all the way to the water from the Strand  last night, and back, and  every time you go anywhere you walk to either Havenhurst and Van Owen or Victory and Balboa to catch a bus... today you sing  while cleaning house...you wash the kids' faces and clothes and kiss them and open the homework and the beeper happens: time to let go of your heart..yeah, real smart.
Imagine laws pulling away your one shot at life, then zooming it almost back, then stretching it off in the distance again, making you pack, making you move to strange lands and leave children behind, come, go, haha, ah so.
Well, somewhere in cyber space, here in fact, it's told.
I took the window out of my banjo  for you, so it could hold
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