Wed. Aug. 5/09 I will start with the J F story as it is hilarious and I could use all the humour I can get at this stage. Whoever is reading this will have to wait a day or two as I am running out of steam right now and it is 0330. J.F. needs a bit of an introduction as to the way that he fits into the scheme of things. A group of people, all rich kids, intelligent and industrious started to congregate around myself when I spent a profitable summer in a tourist town on the sandy beaches of Lake Huron in what is affectionately known as Bluewater country. Drug and alcohol smuggling, wild parties intertwined with profound moments of enlightenment, raw unadulterated sex, riots, draft dodgers first loves, suicides, actors, murders all mixed in with a genuine concern with life. Later. Back to J.F.. J.F. was one of those rich kids, very intelligent but he had a propensity to get himself into situations that would make Frank Zappas’ escapades seem tame and child like. Whenever J.F. went on a trip, the rest of us would place bets as to who he would call first to send him money to post bail or pay a fine. One of his most memorable escapades was one of his road trips from Detroit to Key West Fla.. Johnny hitchhikes from London Ont. To Detroit to buy some weed , in those days the weed went south to north rather than north to south as it does nowadays. Back then the border between the Sates and Canada ( this was before our neighbours south of the 49th became an armed camp and was still a democratic nation ,unlike today) was a friendly place. Many of us would drive down to Florida on a whim , it was not terribly unusual to party and the next day end up in a foreign country. Johnny while buying and then smoking some decent dope runs across someone selling a Cadillac for $35 , decides to buy it and decides to test it out by driving it from Detroit Mich. To Key West Fla. . Drinking and driving was almost legal in those days and although irresponsible it was fun to go booze cruising , the tunes cranked , a cooler full of beer and a pocket full of dope chasing the horizon . Now Johnny is cruising south in this old beat up Cadillac , we always started drinking as soon as we crossed the border into the States , it was only a 26 to 30 hour drive and if you got to drunk or tired one could always do a hit of acid to stay awake and make the drive more interesting . The trip is uneventful till the weather starts to warm up , he has now been driving and doing who knows what and is just hitting Tennessee. Now you have to be filled in a bit more about Johnny and the political situation in the South. The civil rights movement was in high gear, from Tennessee on southern Americans called African Americans the politically incorrect N and C words , Jews were considered to be non-persons , cops were sadistic , they enjoyed inflicting pain and suffering and would shoot first and the lie later and Johnny looked more Jewish than Mordecai Richler. Johnny was a , or was at least a borderline genius , very intelligent and kind , but eccentric , and by this time sleepless , full of booze and acid and just starting to cruise through the southern states in his $35 Cadillac with Michigan plates , music blaring his curly black locks flowing in the wind and his proud Jewish profile framed in the drivers side window of his Cadillac beater. Gonna take a break from this story. Just went for a walk along the beach.