Mount Pinatubo or Women Haters

By Xlibris US

THE ERIE LAKES AND CANALS. THE COUNTRY BREEZE. WHAT CAN COMPARE WITH THE LOVELY DELILAH. AS IRRESISTIBLE LOVELY AS THE BIBLICAL PROTOTYPE. LEO IS INCREASINGLY DRAWN INTO HER BIZARRE WORLD ITS MYRIAD PROBLEMS UNTIL ONE DAY SHE VANISHES AS MYSTERIOUSLY AS SHE FIRST ENTERED HIS LIFE? THE NIGHT OF HER DISAPPEARANCE HE ENCOUNTERS THE DEAD ROCK STAR ELFIN. IT BRINGS TO MIND THE INNOCENT DEAD WHO DUG THESE CANALS MANY YEARS AGO THE SUFFERINGS OF THE INNOCENTS IN EUROPE AND ERIE AS TOLD BY SENIOR MANETTI. ARE THESE STORIES TRUE. AN UNEXPLAINED DEATH BY THE CANALS EDGE? THE DEATH MAY BE TIED TO MS MANETTI. HE ESCAPES TO TORONTO SIMILAR TALES OF RAPE, ASSAULTS, HORROR LEADING TO THE DEATH OF HIS EBONY BEAUTY MARSHA. IS HE UNDER SUSPICION IN THIS DEATH AND THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THIS OTHER WOMAN. A SUSPECT HE ESCAPES TO THE PHILIPPINES ENCOUNTERS THE EXPLODING MOUNT PINATUBO UNEXPLAINED MURDERS RAPES DISAPPEARANCES AND MARTIAL LAW UNDER THE MARCOS ADMINISTRATION? WHO ARE THESE WOMEN HATERS? THE TALE LEADS LEO FROM THE SOUTH ADVENTURES WITH HIS NEW FOUND LOVE PENNY A RUNAWAY AND HER FAMILY AS SHE STRUGGLES TO SURVIVE DURING THE PEOPLES POWER AQUINO REVOLUTION. THE WHOLE TALE IS RELATED FROM THE STORIES AND TRAGEDIES OF THE FEMALE CHARACTERS? WHO ARE THE SALVAGERS? MISSIONARIES, REVOLUTIONARIES, MOUNT PINATUBO, EXPLODING ASH AND THE BLACK JESUS HOW DOES ALL THIS RELATE TO THE FINALE 20 YEARS LATER AS LEO FINDS DELILAH IN MISSISSAUGA A DENOUMENT WHICH HOLDS THE CLUE TO ALL THE EXPERIENCES THE HATRED THESE WOMEN UNDERWENT? DELILAH IS THE KEY THAT CAN UNLOCK THE DEMONIC IN THE WORLDS LEO BEHOLDS IS HE ABLE TO UNLOCK IT?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499036404

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Contents

INTRODUCTION

PREFACE

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

PORT ON THE WORLD

A FIGHT

UNIVERSITY LIFE

UNIVERSITY LIFE B INTERNATIONAL FORUM

DEATH OF ELFIN ROCK STAR

THE DEATH OF CLEO

SUNNYSIDE BEACH FERN ROAD

DEPARTURE

FEEDBACK LOOPS-BACKGROUND NOISE JAM SESSIONS

ME

RETOURNEZ-MOI

MARSHA’S END

SEX CHANGE OR COCCONUTS IN MASAMBONG

THE JET HOME BRITTNEY SPEARS REDUX

PART 2 1988 TORONTO

LEO DEPARTS FOR MANILA TO GREET PENNY

THE BLACK JESUS LEO ATTENDS

LOOK UP LOOK DOWN THE SKY IS FALLING DOWN

A STATUE A NAME MOUNT PINATUBO

SVETLANA AND PENNY HEADS TAILS

SVETLANA SAYS GOODBYE

TALK ON SMOKY MOUNTAIN

A DREAM AND A TRIP TO THE AIRPORT

NURSE NELLES SARS INFECTIONS JANET LOVES TONY NOT JERRY

BOOK TWO THE STORY OF BENINO FRANCO FUENTES

SALVAGE THE CASE OF BENINO FRANCO FUENTES

THE EARLY LIFE OF PENNY

SKELETONS AND SPIDERS

DESTRUCTIVE DAUGHTER PART 1

DESTRUCTIVE DAUGHTER PART 2

PENNY AND WILMA IN COLLEGE

CRY RAPE GRADUATION AND RUNAWAY

REVIVAL BAPTIST MISSIONS

MY COUNTRY AT THE BRIDGE

LEO GREETS PENNY DENISE DERN LEAVES

A LETTER MARTIAL LAW AND THE NPLA

PENNY READ SVETLANA’S STORY $40000

MAJOR REYNOLDS SEES A PSYCHIATRIST-DISCHARGE

LEO’S $$ LOST-A TRUST BETRAYAL ONTO CEBU

PASTOR ALVERO INCARCERATED

LEO HEADS FOR CEBU-LETTERS-J L DEPARTS

THE MILITARY MAN AND THE DOG THAT YELPED AT THE MOON

LEO AND REYNOLDS TAKE A TRIP NLPA RATS

THE FILMS OF LITO BROCKA

IMELDA MARCOS IN MAKATI MARCH 2010

PENNY AND LEO AT RIZAL PARK

MAJOR REYNOLDS FINDS A CHURCH

BORN IN THE USA RESOUNDS

CEBU CITY

THE RULE OF FERDINAND AND IMELDA

BUDDHA’S GOLD THE MAJOR’S TALE

THE WAITER JOINS LEO

3 LETTERS-ASSIMILATION-DIMMED LIGHTS

LIGHTS OUT-KAREN SEES THE RECEPTIONIST

CALL IT QUITS-A BROKEN TUB TO MANILA

FLASHBACK MARCOS AQUINO ELECTION

THE LOBBY OF A HOTEL

THE MOVIE THEATRE COLLAPSE

MOVIE THEATRE

1987 LEO AND MR. X

OFFICER COLLINS CALLS

HOUSE OF CORY CRUMBLING

PRESIDENT AQUINO BRINGS IMELDA TO COURT

ESTRADA IMPEACHED AND MORE LAND CLAIMS

NEWS FROM HOME

A TYRANT IN REVIEW

THE MONSTER IN MUD LAKE

BOOK 5 BENINO AQUINO DEATH AND THE ASCENSION OF CORY

CAST A SHADOW

LAST CHAPTER

NOM DE PLUME

EPILOGUE

INTRODUCTION

Even a defense of the petrol pumps as freaks is obviously somewhat weakened by the fact that they are not really freakish, in origin, in motive, or in distribution. They are stuck up in a stiff row, by men so mechanical an odd object hung outside an old house, can really be freakish, because it is really the record of a freak..it might be called the courage to call up the spirits to appeal to the god or to the Saints. Its practical effect was to make a story. Beauty in the Modern World.

May 19/1928 Illustrated London News, G.K.Chesterton

Curly had become a major star in the short subjects department at Columbia studio and made his first film Woman Haters, a musical comedy all in a rhyme. Although this was Curly’s first Columbia short, it was not a three stooges comedy as we know them today..in this film Curly and Moe appear as supporting players, with Larry in the role of the leading man. (Curly, by Joan Howard Maurer.forward Michael Jackson. Chicago Review Press. p 70. 2013, 1985.

The social side of history..purely descriptive part..sort of historical literature that seeks to elucidate and impose general interpretations up on the complex of occurrences and institutions, to establish broad historical generalizations to elimnate the mass of irrelevant incident, to present some great period of history, or all history in the light of one dramatic sequence, or as one process..history of intellectual development..its literary value, or the success with which the discrepant masses have been fused cast into the shape the insight of the writer has determned, the writer of geat hitory is entirely analogous to fine portraiture, in which act is indeed material, but material entirely subordinate to vision… The So Called Science of Sociology in An Englishman Looks at the World pp 105-12… 2013, 1914. Wells h.g.

PREFACE

The following is a story of characters who had great expectations as the famous novel they come from the depths of poverty the story is not so much the historical background but the minor characters as they make their way against the disintegrating politics of the PHILIPPINES. THE HISTORY IS BASED ON NEWS ARTICLES THE PAST AND FUTURE IS GLIMPSED FROM THE AQUINO GOVERNMENT..AND PRESIDENT AQUINO PAST AND FUTURE. LITTLE IS GLIMPSED FROM THE PURVIEW OF THE MARCOS ERA? IT ATTEMPTS TO PRESENT THE CHARACTERS BUT IT SHOULD BE NOTED IN THE CONTROVERSIAL ERA OF POLITICS THE SOURCE OF THE INFO..OTHER SOURCES ARE THE MINOR CHARACTERS WHAT THEY MADE OF THEIR TIMES..IT IS IN NO WAY THE TRUTH..THE BACKGROUND ILLUMINATES THE CHARACTERS..BUT THE MAIN OF THE NEWS COMES FROM THE AQUINO ADMINISTRATION.

THE CELEBRITY STORIES HEREIN ARE IN NO WAY TRUTHFUL ARE FANTASTIC AND ABSURD AS TO ILLUSTRATE FACTS ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SPINS THESE TALES ABOUT THE FAMOUS AS THEY DO IN OUR PAGES EVERYDAY SO THEY are fiction as much as pictures in magazines often put together in the labs of news magazines showing persons in some setting we are only seeing computer technology at work..at times a picture often the two were never together? Computer art? A picture were the two ever together.. or the scene pasted is this act illegal? To fabricate a picture? This novel is also a fabrication it purports to tell the truth about no one?

PROLOGUE

I see you have a long book.. There is no rhyme or reason..it does not deal solely with nations..citizens..the love lives of incidental persons

As if that matters..more than the fate of nations..Tall Tales

A Love Story ..An old fashioned Love Story..I havent read one for a while the fate of nations hangs in the balance… Sounds like a soap opera..

Are all our lives today nothing, but soaps..Let me read..If I finish..I could never finish what I start… my brain seems incomplete..

The story of a love who escaped..read on..

CHAPTER 1

PORT ON THE WORLD

The story begins in a small town named after John Colborne, a governor of some distinction, called Port Colborne. A very indistinguished place to live out a boyhood, find values, dream dreams, early love, ideas to live by. It briefly moves to Toronto, finds full flowering in the Pearl of the Orient, the Philippines. An ancient abode Manila, many islands and outgrowths churches, primitive peoples later tamed in adopted cultures. It forms the backdrop against which the tale of Leo Manetti is set, you have it there, the first paragraph of chapter 1, Leo’s love story, why else read on? It does not pretend to be politically correct, from birth to death, like an old victorian novel, not synchronous, a living history since its chracters bubble the very effervesence of life. A story of homo sapiens (genus philo) a unique member.

The tale begins in the old Dominion of Canada, a nation created in 1867, a city on the north shore of Lake Erie, one of five great lakes on the Canada U.S. border. A city in Leo’s time known as the city with the biggest locks, inconsequential, sailors, gruff men, stowaways, criminals and immigrants. The poor from thid world countries saw the sea as a way to make valuable hard currency, as Leo viewed a ship pass by as it made its way under the JackKnife bridge through the locks, on its way via the canal systems, eventually making headway in Quebec through the St Lawrence Seaway. Port Colborne is part of the Welland Canal System, here he is a young strappling youth of 7 or 8, on the edge, the precipiece, to fall down is death into the deep waters, 30 feet the canal at its deepest, a sure death who can be rescued from such an ominous death?

On the shore this day as the sun shone on Leo’s backside, a siren sounded, Leo jumps and is startled, an old war siren from the previous war? The senior Manetti at his side, a small man short like his mother, a protruding pot belly, a dexturous worker, finds satisfaction, worth in a days hard work, an ancient ideal, as he watches the ship go by. The virtues, the father of the house, an image now lost, the provider, who works and gives sustenance, tables filled to overflowing with food and drinks, gives sustenance for an enjoyable family life. What is life without a family, you must one day have a family that’s #1 in life. The lady of the home Ms Manetti will be known as such from now on, worked at an old mill, came home cooked, tried to be a mother.

The maternal head prowling that was Ms Manetti, in her youth she was not abe to meet the man she wanted, a poor tenant farmer was choosen  he’s such a poor man what young woman can desire such a man, from that family what kind of woman are you? Such dialogue the young Ms Manetti recalled from her early teenage years, a prospective groom whom she loved was done away with, scornfully put aside as in a cupboard for storage, the young strappling vigorous Mr Manetti, serving in a military post alongside the American army in Italy summer 1943. He advanced in rank from being a lowly private to sergeant, stripes adorned to his sleeves, he now was procured as the groom for the future Ms Manetti. She hated the Sergeant at the time, his family ecpecially, he had given up a career in the army after the war was over, lost interest, to work on the farm. His father was MIA imprisoned in

Australia who did not return til 1948. Sr Manetti his dad missing after the war presumed dead, had to do the bulk of the work on the homestead, til his dad returned surprisingly unexpectedly in 1948. It wasnt so easy. Sr Manetti had to make inquiries, plead at the war office, wouldnt you know it his pleas were answered senior came marching home.

Was that any good for Sr Manetti?

A bird in the garden atop a cherry tree was heard singing as mother and daughter surveyed the Manetti backyard. The eldest son one day was sure to usurp the role as leader of the clan, make decisions, That role was sought by Sr Manetti in 1948 strangely he felt like a tenant worker, much to do little money? We join the family by the side of the canal Leo a young boy, mother and father at his side the other siblings absent, Leo was called to attention. By that name solely he was known to all the other siblings in this story, 5 others, who actually dont play a part in this narrative. At the canal the ship workers appeared grubby, unkempt, dishevelled, but threw loose coins to the young Leo from some unknown denomination. Leo the little kid a chaplinesque figure. Look mom money a ship man gave it to me. Ms Manetti grabbed it observing. There was a loud siren in the air, as the Jackknife bridge was raised, the sound was heard through the town, eerie, like the war siren signalling run for cover, imploding bombs, destruction, gulls flew overhead as the ship passed under the bridge in the search for food, abandonded on the shore or afresh fish from the waters. The small inconsequential town of Port Colborne.

We go back to the portrait of sir John Colborne, prior to Canada being a country, his visage adorned the wall of the bait shop unobtrusively here on the lake where a marina is situated to boaters wanting to rent a speedboat for a day on the waters. Sr Manetti came to this town as a way to cope with his own past, escape the drudgery his life had become in Italy, work and no pay, Port Colborne, he chose a lot at the corner of Elm/Main street at the time there were no other homes, a farm house, who could find him, a new home a new identity? The canals and waterways were dug by young Italians, many years ago, the railroads by young Chinese men practically slave labour, back breaking, Sr Manetti waxed on about a young relative, a Mr ? in Port Colborne.

He knew his adventures, girls he entertained, small shops, taverns, ristorante, the work work work. Always work. Although he talked little of that long lost relative he actually talked little of any family even his own, the Canals stirred memories in his mind, old tales, hand dug the proceeds from the back breaking work the labourers brought back home, minus expenses and entertainment, bought a piece of land, a better life, owner of a piece of property for those who were tenants on a landed estate. A slaves existence or actual NONEXISTENCE, was the ultimate in loss of selfrespect. A shame to your name? Better to work abroad where few saw the onerous work you put out? Rewards were certainly better. At night Sr Manetti walked along these old canals, at times bumped into Italian men from surrounding areas, Mississauga, Thorld, Toronto, ..wherever they moved out to, built a home, joined a new community recalled these old canals. CANALE.

Here on the shore as Sr Manetti saw the circling gulls, emitting a familiar sound, he seemed lost in another time period, the sounds of the ancient canal workers from long ago filled his ears, deafening, those workers who dissipated their lives in endless monotonous work, in the hope of providing for a family. Far away. Was there any in the world today who would expose themselves to the elements to send money home to a family. This tale, we must move on, as the gulls flitter and fly off as the ship leaves the lock, portends to be a novel describing a set of adventures like tales reminiscent of the early twentieth century joseph conrad or Somerset Maugham. Such haunting tales set in South East Asia? In later years, Sr Manetti, worked at a flour mill, ROBIN HOOOD, he disliked his time spent here, lifting, heaving bags of heavy flour aggravating a bad back which was a life long curse, countless operations, pain, torture, the doctor offered pain killers he never took, a lifelong fear of pain? On occasions the back pain was unbearable, he opened the medicine cabinet, opened the bottle of pills, quickly closed the bottle. Couldnt ingest the pills..where did this fear emanate from? Discomfort was his FATE throughout life, he came to this town where his old descendent lived out his life, in suffering for a better tomorrow, also became crippled and disfigured a shadow of the man he used to be?

As they walked back to their home from the canal, a two block walk, ELM st, Sr Manetti recalled his wartime years. They arrived home, Leo’s siblings were attentively watching television, in the living room, saw their parents asked for food we’re hungry. When are we going to eat? Leo was at the table a soda in hand, Sr./Ms a cup of coffee, Ms Manetti loved coffee even served it up on very hot days, Sr hardly just for company, when the Ms passed away rarely did he make a coffee? The mood for the senior was always a moins que? He came for quiet and peace in this little town now a bustling subdivision had sprung up around, all these blank faces in the crowd, who knew them from a thief in the night? That story a moins que he never did tell Leo..I know the odd french word, to confuse, bemuse, a person who knows french was sure to be embarrassed to hear me talk? Leo said a mmw ans ku. Whats that? French Francais..yould never get a pretty french girlfriend like that coffe and croissant, why else bother to learn french? It seemed almost proverbial small town commonsense. Like Bonjour s’il vous plait Je Manque to miss an old girlfriend sounds almost decent. Leo’s dad during the war must have come across some french soldiers or persons? A city like Ventimiglia? In later years after his return from the war, the Sr in his first election on his return home voted Christian Democrat, a political party common to italy and Germany, built on the old religious social conservative ideas he believed were good to uphold at least as a pleasing thought? Leo was brough to a catholic church, an institution he took none too seriously, rarely listened frequently napped, Saturday nights drinks still coursing through his mind, the morals of the church were admirable rather than faith in God or an afterlife what you cant see dont believe?

Ms Manetti sat, listening, trance like which was her wont rambling on to herself on nothing in particular, talking to herself, she talked to herself, more than she talked to anyone.. as if it was a lifelong practice since childhood..alone..others were just distractions from finding the voice within? The soul of my mother, which was how she used to refer to her departed mother, be careful about your problems it will stick to you later reflections about her life, things she saw? They can lead to your death, misery and ruin. What brought this out? She tended to ramble on, if you cared to listen, Leo and Sr the only ones in her midst, who carried on relations, since they spend time together, doing outside chores, she grew distant from either one. Sr contaminated her relations..In her family, her closest male sibling was the figure usually referred to, Cleo born a few years prior, and was to be the last in the family? She was an unexpected surprise, and never felt particularly wanted?

The stories a reflection from her youth growing up on the farm? Sr Manetti knew a story, when Leo’s mom was born, was it to be believed what was the source since Ms Manetti didnt even know? No members of the family liked Mr Manetti, siblings, one wondered…

she was born, in those days they had midwives, not machine like computers like today.. her mother yelled..throw the kid into the waters I dont.. Leo exclaimed She didnt like the kid.. Well she used to go to church every day, years ago God was like a real person try transperson something like transvestite..a world of trans..she was a genuine christian. years ago they..uneducated..authentic..she was just having fun maybe, the attitudes people around her, nonreligious..frightened.. My mother went to church every day Ms Manetti said not like me nor did she ever curse..a saint...I wouldnt go that far Sr said compared to the rest.. it was a hard labor.has effects..her father worked in South America..a name a dream.. he came home Spanish name..or pet name..girlfriend back in those days..he worked there made his way back home..had some cash....If you wanted to go to a hospital..worldwide hospitals..I was in the war..50’s 60’s all these hospitals came about..I was used to talking Italian..the war..your mother..i have to speak the dialect..translate..i know grammar..past present future..years ago..if you are not educated..most modern people.. people educated..sense of time..its like unconscious..they dont care....Yeah..I care my brain keeps..sequences..time..theyre on auto.. I consciously keep a sense of time..

That takes up part of your brain..I believe it do others have a… . conscious.. sense of time..have to look for time..not hookers… Ms Manetti was upset by what he said. I, our family are Abruzzesse back then, now its a different administration Molisse, they separated,  . . . thats what your mother talks..slang. Leo had something to eat..we came from a small town, most people like the U.S… years ago if you couldnt talk properly..hard to leave your hometown..any country.. The lingua franca, how the world was changing.

It brought to mind a talk many years later, his mother, the Sr’s he laughed as he talked my mother mixed up relations she related to me like I was her husband, how she talked her husband like..I shouldnt say..everyone mixes up no sense or relations time..today no one tries..to make things better..things dont work out..someone else..i know people left their homes 25 years..working..sometimes they made it.. Leo was absorbed in his talk as he changed topics..people are different..anyways my mom. Sr was the apogee of mom her favourite the one she always talked about they might have starved without.. his mother was the only real relation he ever had..RELATIO..relations..one equal to another.. that was his mother dont mix your motives for her..or she. him that was Sr..after people marry..years ago they had no pensions..they wondering who was going to feed the male’s inlaws..some good some bad..no different than here… no safer place to..not stealing..they needed to depend..world has changed.."

Leo’s mother spoke up knowing Sr was in the war they say Mussolini had a mistress his father was in the war never always approving men with mistresses..Sr laughed a mistress or girlfriend ..years ago..death sentence.. How did he refer to his mother, their household know Leo asked enemies..plants..how do they know about the president..eventually they know they are going to get ripped off..or think.. I know about no mistresses Sr reflected..I married your mother..had to leave the country.. like people divorce..in north america..try to find new home..I came to Canada..many years lived by these canals..large waters..great..Im fascinated..international trade…all those years here I was chaste like a monk..I was in the war..any official..careful..

Leo lived near the canals, the Welland canal system, for some reason they were always mixed in his mind the image of his later friend Delilah, at this time… just water..immigrants looking for money..many couldnt stand the farm..personal problems..a working vacation no machines..all by hand..even if you go all the way up to Thorld… St Lawrence Seaway the French in Quebec..St Catharines..Lake Ontario..Toronto..Lake Ontario....The SR never liked to go near Toronto..Brock University, where Leo was later to attend on the border between Thorld and St catharines, officially St Catharines, by one block, rather than St Catharines proper..

Cleo upset the soul of her dear mother ..too lazy to work.. Sr chimed in work on the farm takes skill, brains, sweat..he had none of Be quiet for a change..he was caught under a tree..some woman..embracing and kissing half the time he should have been working..what the soul of mom had to endure… she caused him so much pain..then when they were about to marry..he went across town married someone else..nowadays.. back then..my mother..my dad.. Her father was a hard worker..sunup til sundown… if he had money the saloon keeper got his cash… then the Mussolini government made mandatory school attendance..but didnt pay for it..all these poor families..your mother.. she had to go to school..the family was charged..you pay taxes....Ms Manetti was lost trance like..Oh yeah..two families knocked on our door… someone bothered their girls..Cleo..he was upstairs having a cigarette..father was on the farm..some problem or else..I was a young girl..my mother had to take care of him..my father was busy.. he never helped much on the farm..eventually a rich woman..saved his hide… that family your father likes very few rich families..he doesnt"..Ms Manetti’s remebrances:

Cleo often visited his future wife she lived a block from him, another brother lived a mile or two away.. married a tenant farmer’s daughter, yet Cleo this wealthy..not… above average..his wife Tina, is a religious person tithes to monasteries… even today..he goes to a church..be fruitful and multiply..he used to say.. in later years he had problems..with his daughters..took over their care..there are appropriate ways and relations, not that he did anying wrong..spied it may have been some overabsorption in his wife, or something, yet he came to visit his sister..was kind to Leo..not Leo’s father for an undisclosed reason..Leo got on with his wife… as friends… it had nothing to do with money he had little Sr got out choice wines you have skill to make wine, arte, in europe the ancient trades of beer and winemakers..few were better then Sr thats good stuff… Tina came from a rich home..a good upbringing the families back home after they married I cant put up with your sisters Leo..hounds at times… your mother… too at times.. here have another glass…"

Your father worked hard on the farm Ms Manetti said..all the work no rewards..his father forget it.. Dont think they are lazy..INCAPABLE..on the farms lost..so they told them get the f… . lost… I never swore at my father..never..your working..business..selling..your going to lose it..me never!!! After the war Cleo escaped from Italy came to Port Colborne,

Sr came also, but they were not on talking terms..Sr worked eventually at the same place as Leo, though Cleo refused help in Sr attaining the position..Sr wanted to work there more money. Wanted the job? Work, money, jobs, he was hard up for cash doing menial work, then finally he got the job where Cleo worked? He needed Cleo’s help no more Cleo just liked Sr’s father, what was the source of their problem? If that was the case why did Ms Manetti take Sr as a spouse, it was her her mother’s doing, or father’s who knows… or whether Ms Manetti actually told the truth..she had a good family thats why I married..as a kid ill tell you a story I was at the CANTINA..some kids..her father was in there..drinking..thats all they had to do couldnt read..write..drink..ADDICTS.. you know that word..he was hard worker..got totalled..get lost you kids get out… he thought about kids.. Ms Manetti wondered how Sr knew these stories gossip, she didnt like Leo relating around the table… my father was sick when I was about to marry..cirhosis… Cleo brought him a bottle of MARSALA..he had to go to the big city..to buy… then my dad ot worse.died he was to get better… that bottle the doctor said killed him All the turmoil in the family Sr. his wife’s family..what angle to view it at… . Why was senior like that?

I was a kid, 15 years old, 1940, a picture like yesterday, I dream last night, that’s how it seems like old coffee on your stomach..or bad booze… wont go down vinaigary..OFFTOPIC

I was at a cousin’s house they served me wine not beer others like beer… i dont mind.. you like wine… not that the wine they make is any good . . . . "1940… I was 15 the young were off to war I was too young, WAR, WAR, it’s this country they created, here in this CAMPAGNA, the young off to serve in a new country, I saw the men march… or escape in the mountains… hide out the war..if they dont catch you after the war..draft dodgers… amnesty… prior to this war 1936… . voluntary war in AFRICA… SOMALIA… . now this… . FIASCO!! the YUGOSLAV campaign..MUSSOLINI HUMILIATED..the GERMAN ARMY I dont know if they wanted… .

SAVED THE DAY… it changed their whole war strategy… . SLAVIC WARS… the soldiers from these farms many of these soldiers came from poor farms. little money..didnt want to fight any war… . Leo considered all that the Sr was saying how could he hope to take it all in remember..youd need a machine..recorder..you worked on the farm.. Til I was drafted..1943..the farms were different you..we..didnt own one big piece of land.. piece here there..spent time walking trying to find the different pieces of land.." What a horrible life Leo imagined, but a life now extinguished from western nations, to our present mode of existence..better or worse..computers and machines..

What caused his dad to dilate on all these topics unlike him to vent..was it the sirens, war sirens so similar to the blaring of the JACKKNIFE bridge as it was raised "they did not get much money for going to war..fringe benefits..its a poor country..I was not in Yugoslavia too young..some of your uncles..dreadful campaign… no guts for fighting…

During the war after viewing the war footage Mussolini summoned his generals, the Slavic disaster whatever was behind it, we’ll never really know? People from different parties, movements, so many.. The country booed the dictator when he went to war, they just didnt want to fight, many were poor if they succeeded, even then the divisions of the nation were exposed, he soon fell from power? Fascism came to be seen as a form of oligarchy masqued in nationalistic hues? I’m sure thats not what Mussolini wanted… Sr never finished his sentence..He made no attempts to be democratic your grandfather went to vote in the elections, he was illiterate, his family had money..no interest to read..anyways he went to vote volunteered for the war, a time of xenophobic craze went in the booth one candidate..or persons from the same party..what happenned in Russia..started here.. he was a journalist, onerous task, kicked out foreigners mostly British he fixed on he partnered with Germany… common foe… . Russia… . who knows..who really knows.. somehow they ended up peasents fighting slavs . Leo looked on as the major talked… why did you come here to Canada..to be educated… landed in Halifax..a place where I can drive a car on the road..dont expect much more than that..Queen..old europe.. DUCE..FUHRER..CZAR… I came to Halifax..a few of my stories.." He settled near Cleo.

MALARIA… . TITO..men asked to do the most difficult work… even Stalin ran out of YUGOSLAVIA..CLEO..came home almost dead..your other uncle..some enjoyed the brothel, black market than the front… I fought with american forces, ..he came from the war..malaria… instead of treating him at the hospital..they sent him home surprised he arrived alive..his mother helped him..treat sick soldiers..money..priorities..no medication..SOMETHING..at the time your mother was there..he came home sick.. the father was at the saloon… work..the mother got some money . . . some drug quinine maybe… before antibiotics… . no money for uniforms… bullets… C.O.D… SURCHARGE… country starving..soldiers… OK..Food at the front… I did well I had a good job..Cleo your mother said… caught in bad house came home no money..thats a poor sojur.. no ability..someone might think I’m worse..more worthwhile..common sojur..ww2 not worth much..back home or with a gun..if you can do something they learn quick . . . after his return..looking for his cash from the war… no money… STOLEN!! . . . your mom had a cousin… got syphlis… even needles… often contaminated . food/water likewise..so they say How am I supposed to.. What stories of war a struggle for survival, yet after the war Sr was offered a chance to stay in the war, but left the country..Miss Manetti continued the thread of the tale Cleo all the problem he caused my mother..yet he ended up marrying into a good family… somehow? The senior continued I worked near an american unit at times, I didnt mind the war… but I never worked at the front . . . regular sojurs..I came home after the war, gifts for all my family, work all day no money… my mother..I dont know… I helped her out with her daughters… father MIA..I went to the war office, I had a good position, he almost starved in AUSTRALIA..blinded.. refused work under the GENEVA convention..his right..they pay..if its true..that war will never come again the way war is waged today..countries by intelligence..finding your weak point..SLAVIC INVASION.."

After the war things changed, enemies, the farm, technology, marriage… what kind of a position you had in your family… Sr Married was stuck in poverty a bad situation, after his dad came back..he made it home after the war ended three years, Sr stuck around for awhile he attempted to reenter the army, not that he liked the army but his present problems..he reflected back to the war..the war seemed to be war between italian cities..where exactly did the Sr’s family come from..Ms Manetti saw herself as white her father worked in some place in South America..back in those days some liked being part of the old Spanish empire..divergent reasons..at times escape..Did Ms Manetti not like the Sr’s family, especially his mother, due to some financial jealousy or some reason the mothers of their respective homes after the marriage were not on speaking terms. Why? They have the blood of black men, NIGGERS..Ms Manetts appeared as someone exterior to the culture of southern europe a sense of whiteness..she was not able to go outdoors..burned so quickly her skin not olive..people known to have black blood..RUFFIANS… ending up in a small town somewhat of a mystery.. Sr laughed I dont think she knows what continent she comes from the different cities… . geography was my specialty… The ancient tale of Othello the incursions of different races and peoples..hard to I dont consider where I lived part of Italy.. He paused..the Manetti’s came from Morocco, marauders, thieves, gamblers, military frontmen, then they ended up in Rome..ancient cities… SELLERS of fabrics in ROME… dumped in this small town… How much of what she said was true is unknown nomads and sellers of wares… . banishment… was a common theme… years ago..Sr was known to drink it up.. My father never drank not much..dont listen to your mother… . who told her such rubbish… rubbish.

Leo remembered the old story of Joseph in the Tanach..the nomadic JEWS… are not interpretations God’s business… I was kidnapped from the land of the HEBREWS..here I have done nothing to warrant imprisonment..PHARAOH will release you and hang you on the gallows.(Gen 40:8-19). You have to remeber I’m a better interpreter on my origins..everyone was nomadic..some more..need money to stay in one place..YEARS AGO… during the war I knew sojurs..learning the cities in other countries barely knowing.. people are educated now..someone told your mother..read all those stories in the bible.. life.. he paused for awhile… back then… Instead of dark/ white..GENUINE PEOPLE… . like a dollar bill GENUINE currency..not COUNTERFEIT money or people… . past present future… . interpret… takes brains…"

You have to have morals forgive… if you dont when you begin a problem..each step… you lose 4 percent..ten steps, you have to outsmart..your foes..that’s life..be more competitive… socialism… communism..FOOLS GOLD… not genuine… I’d rather trust myself to a bandit..so many rich are of the same mind..I’m just kidding? He looked at his mother, he said some things about her family, he touched a raw nerve set off these lies… your grandfather he’s illiterate their minds, I know their brains in the war… you have to to pay them to learn cities in foreign lands… what kind of strategy..some persons will always be EDUCATED ILLITERATES..smart or dumb I value all people… your grandad when he came to CANADA..TORONTO..BIG CITIES..TOUGH..50’s 60’s..he ended up buried..in a ditch..leg broken..ILLITERATE… watch yourself EYES OPEN. They found me later my parents, settled up farming, business, marriage, war,  . . . . where does the soap opera end… they talk… whatever they say about today..YESTERDAYS NEWS.." Farm families… fights..better to live on your own..they never forgave SR..his leaving..

The food on the stove was boiling next day as SR returned from work..persons, loves, revenge, he didnt try to educate anyone, he turned on the various channels so much about life seemed at odds warring with his nature. Increasingly he spent time at his mothers at night, that too was a reflection his past, Leo listened to his tales, took no particular interest or sides, loyalties, they were other peoples battles? Which is why Sr told only Leo these stories the fascists years ago tried to do away with gangs, the replacements were worse… trains were on time..no visitors were allowed info on our country..foreigners..banished like COMMUNIST countries..did things really change our circumstances no..they were big on people going to schools like COMMUNISTS… POLICE ALL OVER THE PLACE… CANT CLEAN YOUR ASS SOMEONE KNOWING.. they ended up… escaping with A GIRLFRIEND..NOTHING WRONG… SHOT BY PARTISANS A WAR NO ONE WANTED..A MISTRESS..hung up like pigs..POLICE STATE… VISITORS WERE OUTLAWED..IN THE COUNTRY..some places..LONG AGO.. those were no soap operas..

It seemed a long afternoon, this LONG AFTERNOON, many days crammed into one, congestion, overcrowding, being on a train, wanting off, could the young mind of LEO, take it all in make sense of it? Siblings had no interest, LEO’s, in the world, sufferings, tribulations, sorrows, of mom and dad? We get sick old age..old folks home..STASH OUR CASH… for a rainy day..the bitterness, SR felt it all started when he came saw those canals..heard the siren that day the jackknife bridge..The King of Naples I visited a place..wartime.. where the KING used to be ancient time..that was a city all those cities..poverty..back then caused all kinds of..I was from a small town… FARMS… I hate big cities… . small towns are disappearing… small farms are disappearing… . these stories I dont know what got into me the lights and shadows..I saw left behind.. Leo enjoyed his meal, all the work that went on to raise this family mother and father were bound to it dedicated, they too were persons values and ethics as buried as the past of history, they felt? If something happens..old folks homes..thats what goes on..thats our future… ." As they dug into their meal…

A FIGHT

I am presenting the story of LEO, the main story, his further adventures in the Philippines, which resulted in the eventual Peoples Revolution in the Philippines. The ADVENT of Corazon Aquino. That revolution eventually ended in failure, he was not found martyred killed in the woods, splinters protruding from his bloodied corpse, refuse, cast aside, a few dogs licking his wounds. The barking of stray dogs alerted some women near a rivulet, found his body, turned over his body, said a prayer, four or five persons amongst the broken bracken, a sigh of relief finally Leo was remved from Earth only to be disappointed an IMPOSTER! Someone’s idea of a joke..the corpse was buried and the foreigners, incompetent, wondering whether Leo was still alive..Who was this stiff? Does any one really care for any dead..like the Unknown soldier..when the dead litter our minds.. like grains of cat litter..mixed of equal worth.

The fact of that whole life, youth, adolescence cannot be told in full, we must be selective let us begin a te screecing of his mother, unlike a wise owl but eyes similarly wide open, a cold November night, Leo hears hi mother, SCREECHING! Leo is by the TV, near his grandfather watching HERE’s LUCY, Leo Leo his mother exclaims while Leo is glued to the TV, fixated, watching an episode of the red head here at the end of her TV reign homage to the people of New York. The grandfather hearing Leo’s mother continually yelps, grabs him by the arm, goes up the ballustrade, a tepid bath ready, warm, soaks and luxuriates, before going off to bed.

In bed, at the age of 8, we get a sense of his youth, lieing here lanky. At this age like his paternal grandfather, he has already sprung up close to his father, but much more lean.

He lays in a single bed, another brother JERRY, sleeps in an adjoining bed, a double bed almost king size. In later years, among much renovation, he upgrades to a water bed, but Leo never sleeps near JERRY. His uncle Cleo has a JERRY in his family unliked he later skips Leo’s wedding, Sr sais he’ll rip off his moustache when he sees him, as well as other relatives the issues..he soon become ill dies. Leo lies in his small bed, mother and father talking in the kitchen, the noise keeps him alive, he stays awake until they go to bed. His parents try to mediate his relations with his parents Leo seems to be antagonistic to th other sibling, Sr tells Ms Manetti I cant abandon five to help Leo.

Jerry fights and hits at the younger Leo constantly, impulsively or at the urging of another sibling, Leo feels helpless but ignores thohers for the most part. He is closest in age to the youngest female sibling Susanna, at her appearance he turns mellow, calm and relaxed, rarely fights or argues? Leo the scrapper s combative, more contra the female siblings, but tends to avods the males, they never tak his side? Ma and Pa ae there fr that? He mispronounces his dad’s name as a child, calls him Ba not Baal the ancient God from Mount Carmel, the echo of the heterodox deity some may see in the Sr’s bluster, as Susanna does, who also calls him by the same name.

A doctor’s visit, Dr. Clarrold, looks at Susanna say ah stares down her throat. The Dr has already heard much from Sr, who purposely brings her in alone with the Dr, You seem fine and just who is this big guy? That’s Ba Susanna responds meekly. H’m..Sr the Dr. urges, asks the young girl to sit in the waiting room. You be a nice girl, wait for yor dad, the waiting room? The young Susanna slowly lumbers out, looks at the two suspicously, leaves the room seats herself and reads from a book. Any book.

Ba ..Yeah..her older brother Leo..she always argues..that’s how he calls me? Ba ..she’s fixated on him, he does not fixate on her..sibling rivalry. Other problems in your family? He spends no time with anyone in the family? No. Should I worry? no.

Dont encourage him to spend time, ..with them..that’s how they all behave? He’s polite and nice..at other times..? I gather they arent courteous You gather right? So he withdraws..and where does he spend his time? TV..books from school.. The others dont read? No how do you know? Heres what I suggest you do buy, a used bookstore, encyclopedia set, that’s a good way to pursue other interests. He doesnt try to be on good terms talk or play with any kids now, thats a.."

I take this same advice..with my own family.. Sr gave the doctor the shake of his head, sheepishly, Yeah left the doctor’s office, children in tow, do you want to take my hand No Ba they seated themselves comfortably in the car, rolled down the windows coasted home.

Such a prelude is given as a backdrop to Leo’s adventures prior to sleep the lanky lad as you recall is lieig down, insomnia his parents talking in the kitchen, tries to count sheep but loses his train of thought. Passenger on a train, busy route, his imagination active while lieing in bed, faster and faster his mind raced until he imagined the stars in space within hand reach coursing through space, groovy a lost phrase, a spaceship zooming, across outerspace no where in particular..the joy of childhood having no clear destinatination..as in the car coast..a later drive along with Delilah..a future time.. coast..like the soap..BLAST OFF as the other children, others bantered needlessly caelessly did their lives matter, compared to the STARS so numerous life seemed so inconsequential..alone in the solitude of space hopeless and hapless as in the intricasies of home? Why not venture among the stars, steps to another world, names as planets harking back to ancient greek and roman gods, his mind and spirit looking for rest, found companionship, on a spaceship star to star, bright leads leading upward and beyond. As he ventured on he waited for a revelation found NADA, nothing… what to expect, a friend, playmate, imaginary lover, a puppet sprang to life to complement his every desire then vanished as the dream stars expansionless world. Among the stars the bright lights sparkled, as jewells on an encrusted tiara, lights flickered here and there stars or optical illusions, he nodded off to sleep.

He awoke heard his brother snoring in a corner. He tried to shake him, STOP SNORING he always snored and it caused a disturbance he had trouble sleeping as it was..a no mans land, a world alone waken by a nose..each morning. Leo quickly got up, dressed and washed, seated himself by his parents. His parents were soon off to work, as usual he greeted them a good morning he was the only sibling to wake and greet them, they talked on and on, chuckled, here and there, served up no breakfast since they were in a hurry..

RUSH..a bowl of cornflakes..

As Leo found the bowl the house seemed cold his mother turned up the heat before departing. They were seated at the table, Leo just having settled from his journey in stellar luminosity, stared around the table felt a comedown. Normal consciousness.

His mother before she left at this stage she is in her early 40’s many find her less Italian than Dutch. Her looks..demeanor. His mother spoke up Leo knew..the precog in him was alerted, she told her dream see what he thought I had a dream of my dad, he said for ones sins, my sins, remorse is what matters, I was trying to think what I had done in my life to be sorry about? As a young girl you know..before marriage.. the reflection about her marriage, her dad was quiet about her plans at the time, her mother did all the talking about her life to all the kids. Her brother was around the table, younger, didnt join his father at the farm, you want to eat the food is hot..here some strong wine drink up..he poured another..I cant do all the work what are you all going to do..I dont know what your mother does..she told me you make her lose her temper.. How much of that remembrance was true… oracle Sr looked up at her, laughing he never imagined what a waste as if marriage to Sr a family she was not intending to..yes oracle..Leo could imagine hat, scarf, crystal ball..likely some cash..yes oracle she said you will die before the age of 60. How Leo uttered startled about the whole story? I was talking to my parents one day..a lady.. how who cares how you going to die at 60… or sooner? No better than a dog..like that.. The senior piped in you beieve that the clock was ticking they were soon off to work, the Sr was about to go she stated we better wake the kids before we go..school..I forgot..you wake them up Leo’s here..you have to have more trust in your kids raise them properly..BYE! She knocked at their door, called their name left..

At the table Ms Manettti had finisher her coffee quickly, she had to learn to drive a car to go to work on her own? The talked about oracles Leo wanted to know her mothers attitude, curious, she went to church but seemed a doubter, just a feeling Leo absorbed Mom arent you going to go to Heaven like an angel wings on, fly away..angel GABRIEL.. She had a very large picture painted of the angel above her bed..Gabriel..are their female angels..were all angels male the ancient world of the apocryphal times..it took some time to theoretically in theology to allow females in heaven Angel, me, no, no. you live, life, cruddy, as my life has been to go to heaven? No..Jesus, thats all..that’s all who go to heaven humans are animals that talk..that’s it youll learn.. Only Jesus in heaven a view later taken up by the french writer jack pohier..the analyst..it brought to mind an old saying of Jesus at the resurrection men and women do not marry..they are like the angels in heaven. MEDIATORS angels..she would have none of it..

You are the only one interested in christian life, religion, spirituality..church among our relatives..I find it strange given our background.. Life in north america was tragic for so many it appeared people broke off part of their heritage I dont believe in nothing, after life, never saw..I respect people who believe..i’m not a scientist who wants me to believe copy his brain in yours..in grade 5 I had a teacher like that..to me..there was a fracas near the fireplace in the middle of the school..room burnt down.. accident..I dont know..i’m open..there really should be nothing.. You can be as cold as ice cubes his mother said ice cubes his mother said. Cold let me tell you religion is what people cant talk to you about, or make you, me, I’m not religious, I’m a family and children’s person, a religious person is a person who likes girls in all ways, makes girls special, puts them on a pedestal, a bouquet of flowers, thats a religious person..genuine Leo saw a sense of naturalness in his response to the question the world as it exists..our daily life, romance not family..What about the after life, jesus, God....Sr thought about it Don’t talk of that, that’s later, me, ask your mother, I was in the war, I put no woman on a pedestal its not in me, I dont try, I raise a family, animals do too, hopefully i do better..even kids.. nothing..my father believes in no after life..just this earth..a woman first, a woman around the kids..in the war, Mussolini said he was no christian, church was good for Morals..he belonged to no church..

From an oracle, angels, to morals..some people have no religion in them..or morals.. some humans believe in God..humans… they treat worse than non religious..or they force themselves..no morals..a rule book like a seven year old.. Leo asked the major again do you believe in the idea of love, Ms Manetti gave Leo a sly look she knew Sr was intelligent, in his town his mother spared no money in spending her son to school, educate and train him, raise him, his fatherwas absent he was thankful even if he went just up to gr 5 I dont think there is an afterlife..you may change depend on whom you marry, family life, behavior..relationship is something different.. He paused to catch his breath excited by the intelligent conversation, buoyed in something beyond the mundane "I’ll tell you a story, there was a con man in GENOA, old port city, nice, courteous, polite, good to children, no girls liked him..found no lovers..

He wouldnt steal to feed his kids..family..later a lovely girl, dancer, ballerina, nice clothes, as beautiful as Darlene here next door..Ms Rolando..quiet his mother moaned she did not like to hear about Ms Rolando or talked about all this stupid talk your mother said, left the house slammed the door she appeared to be in a bad mood I remember that lady when I was a young kid, 14, the lady next door, make you drop your hoe on your foot, look at the man she married delinquent.. somehow he got to marry the most desirable girl in town..she fell in love..not like the gamesters in casinos gamble for girls around the table..I’m kidding..is it any worse then a blind date? Really. Your mother left..late..he’s an honest delinquent.. a bit..you see that at times, a thief and an honest man, religion, relationship starts there? Leo looked puzzled didnt quite get it all if anyone could I’m a person who believes in the ancient famaglia, its an honourable VOCATION, out of style..we had a priest back home, I hate dishonest priests, he had sex with his maid, going to persons home, grabbing food, for his girlfriend..thats not love..sex..i recall in the army..priests..religious in a crime sweep..ended up in jail..if they want to feed them I fed gangsters..incarcerated priests last..jailbirds from all professions..monasteries are ok?..priests churches I have bad experiences..

I dont believe in love..I’m honest i’m not religious I wont lie and pretend.."

What stories the Sr said ideas and views leftovers from the unfinished man from GENOA..he forgot..he was late for work, he liked work and needed to leave raised himself up as a family person I respect religious people as much as all the town officials, clergy, social workers, am I spiritual..you tell me..I dont think nothing exists outside this world, I dont mind telling you you know how i treat your mother family is #1, religion, LOVE, you can be a thief, honest person, not know the difference, try to be religious spiritual..you have to enjoy it if your miserable.. your a curse on all churches.. The Sr was winding down but still hadnt finished the one story, but it was late my mother sent me to school, she told everyone she sent me to gr..whatever..the money she spent no one in the town liked me or my mother..SNOBS..they dont like her..I know how to take her..whatever she did to screw people around, gossip..she was religious..comfortable family, father had large family..Loving god..loving people..like swimming and flying dont mix them up..your grandma she mixed..human relationships..not good..human LOVE you need morals value persons in THEMSELVES..dont think through GOD..thats why no one likes my mother..I always tell her dont tell people the education..back then very few went to school..COST $$$ . . . my mother did everything dad..ILLITERATE.

Thet talked about the doctors visit and he wasnt shy about expressing his views..came down to the gist of the matter I heard you correct Susanne she called you ba. That surprised Leo he may have comitted the same mistake? I dont like the way she behaves sticks her tongue out, rude.. She’ll change..I mentioned it to the doctor up to her.. It was getting late though he procrastinated for so long, the factory where he worked was just a short ride away? The Sr knew Susanna’s mind was fixated, yet he decided to keep quiet let the matter drop. Leo brought up his grandfather the land of MALTA..he was in Malta.. grandpa.. No..I know? He paused then continued why he said that was unknown, though in later years a friend said to Leo a story about Penny, a man from Malta..a small island off Italy, independent. In Port Colborne a car dealership opened, run by a Maltese family, saw good business..

Now look what you made me do..I’ll be late

That morning Leo’s mother was in a rush, as she usually was in the morning, she was argueing at Sr that meant that she had the two of them in mind that’s really the only ones in this home who actually bothered to talkt to her? She stared at her coffee, if you two..or you referring to Sr keep bothering I’ll go live on my own, like the apartment buildings next door..my mother…marriage.. The Sr laughed her mother prevented early relationships, like catholic or jewish society, old times, persons werent mature to form cross gender attitudes..her mother I saw..the same name for her Cats..as her daugther..certainly didnt have a nanny lover like the priest visiting families.. Priests and monasteries..as in Germany.famous man ECKHART.. brew booze..get all kinds of ideas about purity out of your mind..even here in Italy..deep ideas.. monasteries sold booze..thats how they made their money..they had to raise money.. he dropped the discussion at that..Sr talked about Thomas Aquinas..Eckhart..knew the works of the ancients..more interested in the state..like many italians, in his town..CHRISTIAN DEMOCRATS..in Italy..monasteries..later on visits in his dotage visited the monasteries of Italy and Mexico on a return visit..all these cats sheep..personal names..who were you going to marry the Sr upset at Ms Manetti bringing up the topic of divorce if you didnt marry.. Sr unlike many Italians had access knew many europeans their cultures.. educated more than persons from his town or milieux, whether they warmed up..or liked educated..but he was in no sense religious only like FASCISTS their contribution to MORALS the building up of the state..the church as an instituion..the priests..exemplars of morals..

I recall that priest, teachers, came around the house..took a chiecken for some service.. in lieu of..monasteries..learning..morals..ancient world..in school i couldnt find a pope who wrote a theology tract perhaps a reason why to give the institution, the POPE some legitemacy, later popes like RATZENBERGER..JOHN PAUL 2..Crossing the THRESHOLD of HOPE..though they both exhibited an anti buddhist view..monasteries even built.. much to do to build up universities, europe and asia..not here.. They were way off topic her mother was absorbed in her youth I recall: Ms Manetti said she heard this word from Leo she never thought before of the idea… she was changing a form of normal consciousness going back I was sitting with my mother having a plate of beans..talking about marriage.. cats were climbing all around animals..my mothers home..I imagined i will live around my mother..anyways..i may have married this..or that..guy..who wanted..they said.. The Sr scoffed at her attitudes..her mother liked women..females..even as animals..yet..she had a.. the thought was left unanswered..Ms Manetti left was out the door had driven to work.. there, back then, read an old book..SPINSTERS.. he used the italian word..nowadays people dont marry..and if they do arent really..in the old sense..you may find me rude.. saying your mother couldnt marry besides me..she doesnt like what I said..she didnt havethe right friends… NO FRIENDS…" At that the St excused his presence..washed his cup and left for work..Ms Manetti really, wanted to remain, with her mother..other females she usually never became all that intimate..became friends..her mother, her world

The walk to school was a short one. Leo was excited to be in class to meet students was a chance to open his world, enhance friendships, read books learn. To learn was an experience in an altered state, another world escaped from the humdrum like being in a spaceship from bed, away from imprisonment solitude..walls forming bars as in a cell.

His teacher was a short stumpy woman, a Ms Van Ess. She had long straight hair, usually combed down her back, addressed the class in a drawl increasinly noninterested. As many teachers had her pets favourites, she had a sense of fun, towards her favourites to whom she usually joked and smiled, her grade 4 class she enjoyed being in its presence.

For some time troubled brewed, like not having the proper level of hops and barley, malt, Sr went on on good ALE he enjoyed BLACK LABEL a brew few enjoyed some found it went down like RAZORBLADES, trouble as a pot stirred heated to HOT to overflow make a mess. Leo imagined he was in a mess, didnt know why, unable to extricate needed help? What exactly was his mess needed help to know? At one class there was an altercation with a JULIE, not severe, a girl young Leo took to, Leo liked to kid her give her a punch on the shoulder game like PASS IT ON, a childs game back then, a good way to sense in a roundabout way if a girl had a special boyfriend, was besotted or smitten?

She didnt PASS IT ON, as if some other boy was like a GOD all other boys excluded, a little girls mind like one playing doctors/nurses. He kidded her on her father a bank president, Leo enjoyed teasing Julie..the Pass it ON stunt was never replicated. My dad is chief of the bank, he makes all CALLS. Calls an odd word which was beyond LEO. Phone calls or what? No silly decisions she warmed up to Leo unlike other boys Leo just punched once..very lightly tenderly Leo had some smarts..opened up talk he was developed as her breasts underneath her dress which her hands..were always fidgeting around Leo a proper address "in a bank people people come to get money, hungry farmers with children, small town, they come dressed, dignified, they call daddy Mr…as if they