LAZER-SHARP. MORAL RIGHTEOUSNESS. HOT CHILD IN THE CITY. GRANDMOTHER AND THE PRIESTS. --TAYLOR CALDWELL. STILL KICKIN' ASS. LOVIN' EVERY MINUTE OF IT! GUT PUNCH! COMICWORLD. TAKE IT TO THE TOP. INSTANT TOP-UP. SLIPPERY MOTIVES. BADGE OF DECEPTION. JEFFERY EPSTEIN: TRUTH & LIES. IT'S TOO LATE NOW, BABY, IT'S TOO LATE. THOUGHTFULLY SIMPLE. HARIBO STARMIX. HAIRBO GOLDBEARS. HOARDERS. THREE CAN KEEP A SECRET IF TWO ARE DEAD. --BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. ONE SLIPT SECOND DECISION. TYRANNY: WHEN THE GOVERNMENT CAN DO WHAT THE CITIZENRY CAN'T. --BEN FRANKLIN, TOO. SADIE. FOX CHASE. BROKEN DREAMS EARNED. BOOSTABILITY. ROCKPORT. DANCE LIKE IT'S THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE. BATTLES ARE WON WITHIN. JESUS OFFERS YOU A NEW LIFE. SEX & MONEY. MONEY & SEX. WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT IT? OUT OF BUSINESS. --COLD CASE COPS. THE WITNESSES. FEED THE CHILDREN. KIDS EAT FREE. TED & ANNE THORNBURY BLUEBERRY PANCAKE PUPPIES. ALREAD. JAVA JOE'S. WHAT ABOUT THE BOOS? TRANSX. SPECIAL COVERAGE. GET ROMAN: HAIR LOSS. PERILOUS TIMES. LIVE ROUNDS. HOT SPOT STORAGE UNIT #118. WARSKI. BRIARPATCH. JUST OUT OF REACH. BEYOND FAST. CHANGE YOUR FORTUNE. MAGIC MORNINGS HAPPEN. LET IT ALL IN! TIPSOFT ONLINE. CRIMESTOPPER. JO LEE STUART. ODGEN DEA ASSEMBLY. TRANSAM. BOWL OF CONDOMS: NOT CANDY! WHAT IF THE DEA'S MOST HATED AND FEARED NEMISIS SHOWED UP RAW AND WITHOUT PROTECTION, BUT ALL THEIR AGENTS, WERE ATTRACTED TO, AND TRIED TO PICK UP? LOL. BREAKFAST. DEATH OF THE RULE OF LAW. OWN YOUR TOMORROW. KEEP DOIN' IT! CARNAGE. MADEON EARTH TO MILKY WAY. DELIVERING NEW SOLUTIONS. BEACH BODY ON DEMAND. RIDGED & ANAL RETENTIVE. TUNNEL VISION. SHERIFF BURNS. BEYOND 1000 DAYS! SHUT-UP AVIS. THINKING SKILLS. DADDY'S LITTLE CUTIE. TAKIN' CARE OF BUSINESS. MAKING BUSINESS PERSONAL. HOT ON THE HEELS. BRETT THE FLAMING FAG. ALL THINGS ARE SYMBOLIC. SICK BAG. CODEE CON. NEW BEGINNINGS CHRISTIAN CHURCH: DISIPLES OF CHRIST. GUARDIAN ANGELS. OUT OF THE SKY LIKE THE CIA. KINGPIN: PEOPLE OUT THERE MAKING MUSIC INTO GOLD! COUNTER. REACTION. STRUCTURAL DENIAL. SEXUAL DISTRACTIONS. "I WAS A STRANGER AND YOU MADE ME WELCOME." --MATTHEW 25:35. LANTERN HOUSE. OGDEN, UTAH. GOLDEN SPIKE. TRANCONTINENTAL RAILROAD. FBI: NOTHING GOING ON HERE. WATCH THE TRAIN MOVING CONSISTENTLY, UNDER THE TRAIN STANDING STILL! CONSTANT MOVEMENT. DRUG DEALS. CASH PICK-UP. DROP-OFF. JUST CHILLIN'. ARE YOU SERIOUS? 123 SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS. WHERE THE CRAWDADS SING. NATIONAL FINALS RODEO. THE BOTTOM IS SO MESSED UP, BECUASE THEY KEEP PUTTING TEXT BOXES, IN THAT BLOCK ME FROM WRITING OR USING BULLETS, ETC. BUT, IN ADDITION TO THE STUFF, I COULD GET IN THE BODY OF THE BLOG, BEFORE THEY FUCKED WITH IT, THE PEOPLE WERE ALL WEARING, SYMBOLIC, HAIR, OR T-SHIRTS, OR BAGS, OR, WHATEVER, LIKE THE "NATINOAL FINALS RODEO" AS IN THE LAST, HURRAH, FOR ME, OR THE DEA, THE FINAL SHOWDOWN! THE DUDE SPORTING THAT, LETTERMAN JACKET, WAS IN A WHEELCHAIR, USING IT AS A PROP! I COULD TELL FROM HIS LEGS, THAT HE WAS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING WHEEL CHAIR BOUND! IN FACT, ONE MORNING, AFTER, I WROTE MY BLOG, I FLEXED MY MUSCLES, AND, STARTED POINTING OUT, THIS PERSON, DEA AGENT, FBI, OR PEOPLE, WHOM, I KNEW WERE, INVOLVED, AT A COP LEVEL, AFTER POINTING OUT, ABOUT, 6 UNDERCOVER, OR MOBSTERS, I SPIT AT THE DUDE IN THE WHEEL CHAIR, BECAUSE, I SAW HIM UP WALKING, THE DAY BEFORE, AND NOT USING EVEN HIS CANE! HE NEVER CAME BACK! I WENT OFF ON A RANT, RAVE, AND VENTED, TO SOME BLACK DUDES WHO TOLD ME, THEY OR HE GOT TO PLAY COPS???? SAY WHAT? SO I WENT OFF ON HIM, LIKE I WOULD SOMEONE WHO JUST ADMITTED, JUST WHAT I SUSPECTED, AND TOLD HIM, THAT I TOOK DOWN, DESCRIPTIONS, WHAT PEOPLE WERE WEARING, AND I DID, BUT, THEY ARE FUCKNG WITH THE BLOG, SO I CAN'T DO IT IN THE WAY I WANTED TO, BUT LOOK AT THE SURVEILLANCE TAPES, LIKE THE CHICK WHO, HAD, DARK HAIR, IN PIGTAILS, CARRYING AN ORANGE, "PRO" BAG! SUPPOSE TO BE SHELLEY! OR THE BLOND, TALL CHICK, WEARING THE BLACK "UNION PACIFIC" JACKET, RACHEL, SURROGATE, AND OTHERS, BUT, EACH DAY, THERE SEEMED TO BE MORE, DEA OR FBI AGENTS, ONE DUDE CARRIED, A BATMAN HELMET, SEEMED, TANGENTIALLY, CONNECTED, THEN SOME DUDE, WHO ALWAYS ATE BREAKFAST, ACROSS FROM ME, TAN HOOD OVER A RED LEATHER BALL CAP, PRETENDED TO BE ASLEEP ALL DAY? LISTENING TO CONVERSATIONS, BUT THE LAST DAY, SOME CHICK TOOK HIS PLACE, AND SHE SEEMED TO BE SIGNALLYING TO ABOUT 10 GUYS, AFTER HE POINTED ME OUT AND LEFT! I GOT UP AND LEFT! COPS ARE SO RIDGID, THAT, THEY SHATTER WHEN, SOMETHING CHANGES AND, FUCKS THEIR PLANNED OPERATION! ANYWAY, SHIT GOING ON ALL OVER THE PLACE! THERE WERE ABOUT, TWO TO THREE, STINK OPS, PLANNED FOR EACH DAY OR MEAL! THERE WAS EVEN A VAN PULL UP, AT 6:00 AM, IN THE MORNING, WITH AGENTS, LOOKING FOR ME, BUT, SOME LADY, GAVE ME A MAROON AND WHITE, PONCHO, THAT, LITERALLY, SAVED MY LIFE! FROM THE DEA AND THE WEATHER! I SWEAR, I COULD OR WOULD HAVE DIED OF HYPOTHERMIA, SITTING OUT, EACH NIGHT, WAITING FOR CHECK IN! ONE COLD NIGHT, OUT, FOUR HOURS, THERE WAS ONE GUY ON STAFF, CHECKING IN, POINTING OUT, MATS, AND HANDING OUT BLANKETS, WHILE, FOUR OTHERS, STOOD AND, TALKED NEAR THE WATER FOUNTAIN! SCREAM! THIS WAS ALL DONE ON PURPOSE! THERE WAS ALSO A PURCHASE OF THE LANTERN CENTER OR HOUSE, BY A PRIVATE COMPANY! THE DISASTER COMPANY, OR THE CIA, SO THEY COULD CONTROL, MY SURROUNDINGS, COMINGS AND GOINGS! EVERYBODY IS OBBESSED WITH THIS! WHATEVER I USE, WHEREVER I STAY AT, OR FREQUENT, OR USE, THESE FUCKS, USE MY MONEY TO BUY, SO THEY CAN CONTROL ME, OR CONTAIN ME!!!!!! I BELIEVE, THEY TRIED TO BUY, THE LANTERN, SO THEY, COULD, KEEP ME IN THE WORST OF CONTINTIONS, IF NOT KILL ME THROUGH THE COLD! I WAS CHILLED TO THE BONE, FOR HOURS AFTER GETTING INSIDE, THEN WITH, FEW BLANKETS! OR THE FLOOR THAT NEVER HEATED UP, OR A SMALL YOGA MAT, TO BREAK THE COLD OFF THE FLOOR! THE FOOD, HOWEVER WAS GREAT, THE FACITILY NICE, THE MOVIE DAYS, COOL, BUT, MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN, AND NIGHT, WHEN IT WAS FREEZNIG, WAS RIDICULOUS! ALL THE AGENTS, WERE, QUICKLY, FUNNELED UP INTO THE PROGRAM WHERE, YOU GET DINNER, AND, CAN CHECK IN AT 6:00 PM! I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE MY INTAKE INTERVIEW, UNTIL, THIS COMING FRIDAY! ALL THE AGENTS, BIG, STRONG, WERE TOO WIMPY TO WITHSTAND THE COLD! THE BEST WAY TO LOOK AT MY STAY, AT THE OGDEN, SHELTER, IS, CONSIDER ALL, PEOPLE, DEA, THEN, GO BACK FROM THERE! SHIFTS OF THEM! I WAS DEFINITELY, WITH THE RIGHT CHICKS, SOME REAL BAD ASS, COOL, CHICKS! I MET THIS UKRAINIAN CHICK, WHO SHOT, SOME DUDE WHEN SHE WAS 15 YEARS OLD, BECAUSE, HE SEXUALLY, ASSAULTED HER 5 YEAR OLD NEIGHBOR, FINDING HER WITH, CUM IN HER HAIR, SO, PROBABLY FORCED TO DO, ORAL SEX, FOR SOME, PREDATOR! KAURUSHKA KEVALENKO, LIVED, EMANCIPATED, BY HERSELF ON A BOAT, OFF LOUSIANA, OR NEW ORLEANS, ALREADY WITH A GUN PERMIT--SHE CAUGHT THE DUDE, RIGHT AFTER AND HE MADE SOME, SICK COMMENT ABOUT THE ACT AND THE LITTLE GIRL, ENJOYING IT OR SOMETHING, SO SHE SHOT HIM, ONCE, THEN, HE CALLED HER A BITCH FOR SHOTTING HIM, SO SHE SHOT HM AGAIN, THEN, HE KEPT BEING AN ASSHOLE, SO EACH TIME HE TALKED, SHE SHOT HIM, UNTIL ALL FOUR BULLETS WERE UNLOADED IN THE DUDE. SHE WAS SPOTTED BY THE COAST GUARD, WHEN, SHE ROLLED HIS BODY, INTO THE OCEAN OR RIVER. SHE WAS CHARGED AS AN ADULT, AND SENTENCED TO, I THINK, 10 YEARS, OR LONGER. SHE SAID THE OHNLY REGRET SHE HAD, WAS THAT SHE DIDN'T HAVE MORE BULLETS, TO PUT IN HIM! THEN, SHE WAS, DEEP SEA FISHING, OFF THE COAST OF MOROCCO, WITH HER DAD, AND SHE JUMPED IN THE OCEAN, STEPPING RIGHT IN A SWARM OF "COOKIE CUTTER" SHARKS! ONE HAD HER FOOT IN ITS MOUTH, ONE BIT HER ARM, AND THE OTHER, BIT HER, SIDE! HER DAD, PULLED HER OUT, SEEING THE CIRCULAR BITS IN HER BODY, HE WANTED TO RUSH HER TO THE HOSPITAL, BUT SHE SAID, SHE WOULD TREAT IT WITH, SALT WATER, BECAUSE SHE WAS NOT LEAVING UNTIL, SHE CAUGHTER, HER 300 POUND TUNA! NOW THIS CHICK, HAS, MS, AND PREVIOUSLY, SHE WAS, ALSO POISONED AND LOST, HALF OF HER HAIR! SHE REFUSED TO ALLOW HER FATHER AND BROTHER TO KILL THE SHARKS, BECAUSE, SHE WAS IN THEIR HOME, OR TERRITORY, THEY WERE, NOT IN HERS! MY FAVORITE, TV SHOW, I.D. NETWORK, PUT HER STORY ON "SNAPPED" BUT SHE REFUSED TO WATCH IT! EVERYDAY IS AN ADVENTURE IN WONDERLAND! JUST GRATEFUL TO BE ALIVE AND FREE! GREAT QUOTE FROM, "GRAND MOTHER AND THE PRIESTS": ""THIS IS A STORY OF HEROES, THEN, THOSE WHOSE LIVES WERE INDEED HARD AND PERILOUS, AND WHO OFTEN, LIKE THEIR LORD, HAD NO PLACE TO LAY THEIR HEADS, AND ONLY RANDOM SHELTER. THEY LIVED IN AN ATMOSPHERE OF FAITH AND FANTASY AND WONDER AND JOY IN LIFE, OVER, THOUGH OFTEN OPPRESSED, THEY WERE TRULY FREE MEN, OFTEN LACKING IN DEADLY "CAUTION," AND NEVER AFRAID. THEY, MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE, UNDERSTOOD EMERSON WHEN HE WROTE, "FOR WHAT AVAIL, THE PLOW AND THE SAIL, THE LAND OR LIFE, IF FREEDOM FAIL?" --TAYLOR CALDWELL.

1. LIKE THE TRAIN CONSTANTLY MOVING, BEHIND THE STATIONARY TRAIN IN FRONT, LANTERN HOUSE, WAS IN A CONSTANT STATE OF FLUX, TOO!

   • changing out of the guards, from normal staff, like, 7'2" gentle giant, Tiny, to old time sheriffs and cops!  With the cops, came changes in the normal activities, of the center, from sleeping, to parking your shit! from showers, to leaving, your property, out of your !control, and in the control of staff, now cops, to search, seize, and rifle through at will! from, princess beds of blankets, to fight the cool, to one blanket, and a cold floor to lay on, after, 4 or 5 hours out in the cold!  I'm sure that, this was done by cops, to make my stay as miserable, as possible, so either I would not stay, or because payback is a bitch!  Now someone is messing with my spacing, and refusing, to allow me control over my own blog, of course, so they can take care of business, just lying in the sun!  It is called theft.  Now that I can't write this blog the way, I want, a good one, I will just do the best I can without spacing, bullets, and, control!  Text intensive!  Scream!  So, 3rd, husband, Brett Todd Stuart or Stewart, was there, thinking, I didn't, recognize him, and during our conversation, he, sang, about, him being me and me him, or us, them, and them, me or us!  He referred to his mansion, and said he was not going to be able to stay long, because, he worried about the butler, stealing, his sterling silver, and then he said, he would rather, the butler steal MY sterling silver!  I met a dude from, Florida, who said, that, Brett, knew all this shit about him?  Brett said he was moving to some place in Oregon, something like, Victorville or something, but if his roommate situation, doesn't work out, he wanted this dude to go with him . . . Florida, boy, with, few teeth, said, his family was from that area of Oregon, and he wondered how Brett knew, that?  He said, Brett seemed to have it out for him, maybe, because, I had been looking at him . . . great bod, but, when, I saw his teeth?  Ah, no.  I can be shallow too!  But, then, he said, that, Brett indicated that he was, a billionaire.  The dude, said, I think, this guy is a billionaire or something . . . he is, on MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!  So, everything, I surmised, from his own, words is true!  So tell me, how, a dude who worked at, a whey factory, or even a cop, got to be a billionaire?  I can show, how, I made money, from my multi-million dollar cases, to my hobby lobby, to the water compact, to the billion dollar blog!  Can, he show his steps to fame and success?  Only though, making Kay, or Shelley, or Rachel, Sue, and all the chicks, me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Now someone is blocking me from, doing my signature, style of writing, by blocking my use of bullets, and, leaving big spaces, between, the different parts of this blog, that I wanted, connected . . . so go way down, there are large spaces of nothing, before you come to the lyrics of the song, and the !, will have a hard time, putting in, the two events that I was going down, just sitting there looking or people watching!  Sorry this is so, mashed together . . . okay, so here, we go, I think this was, Friday, after lunch, Brett went and hung, some red or orange, panties, on the cages, near where he was sitting, then turned to me, knowing, I had ratted him out, in my blog, I last posted, being blocked the second time, I attempted to write . . . but he put the panties up, then, turned to me, and, put his hands, about the width of my ass, like, what's a boy to do, take, the tiny ass, pancake butt, Kay, or, me . . . I should have done a slick willy, over my head, and, said, what's a girl suppose to do, take the Friar Tuck, look, from, Robin Hood, or some, full headed haired man? or held my hand, 6 inches, indicating the size of his dick, and them made my hands 9 inches, and hunched up my shoulders, like, what's a gal suppose to do!  Kay is old and burned out, being ass-fucked by all the cops and their buddies!  The price of staying on top?  So, there were, about, four guys around Brett, his fag friends, then, in the next pod of people, there was a dude, wearing a bright red, shirt, with, blue, Everlast, on it, some blond, chick, with a Union Pacific, black and white lettering, on her jacket, the toothless dude from, Florida, wearing, a gray and red, flannel, shirt, hoodie over his head, and some other person, I didn't note . . . after awhile, the foursome, got up and left, and it looked like someone, dropped off a large baggie of weed, that someone told me was, tobacco?  I am guessing, weed, or, they made it look like it was weed, but, I believe, they left behind, two, almost, file, size, lunch, pails, or, two thermos, looking, containers, with, handles . . . they just left them on the table, unguarded, and, with, well, nobody, watching it that I could tell?  Then, minutes later, some dude, comes in the exit door, from the kitchen, out to the north side of the building, but the interesting thing is that, someone had to let him in! there is not handle to get in from that side, so going in the out only door!  He looked, easy, DEA, saw me watching him, also watching the two satchels, on the table, so he walked over to the cages with clothes, and pretended to be looking through the offerings of clothing, just for a second, to make me think he was legitimately there, then, he headed for the deposit, or cash, I believe, was used to pay the dirty cops, involved in the stink ops on me!  He grabs them, then, let's go, looks at me and runs out the door.  The color that stands out to me, was he was wearing, tan and gold, browns, a bit scruffy looking to fit in, but, a generally good looking guy.  I am sure they pay, in cash only!  He may be a direct link, to Shelley, and Kay, or the chicks with MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  That took place, in the kitchen, right at 4:37 pm, I believe, on either, Thursday or Friday, probably, Thursday, because, the next, drug deal, took place at between, 1:00 pm, and 1:30 pm, the following day, or Friday.  This took place after lunch, out by the gazebo, this is the chain, of characters are I recall . . . (1) this tall blond, with a light blue jacket and I believe, staff credentials, came walking over by the benches were I was sitting; (2) some dark haired chick, whom, I thought, might be an agent, nicer dressed than most of the girls, with a boyfriend, looking more like she was going skiing, hat, came up and, hugged, the tall blond, she was a dark haired, 25ish chick; (3) then, some, Hispanic, dude, wearing, I thought, a blue knit hat, and gold, sweater, met the guy in the blue jacket, but it seemed like there was a decoy, another Hispanic, wearing, the opposite, gold knit hat, with a blue sweater, created, confusion: (4) he passes off, or hands off, to a dude, who, I was pretty sure was DEA, some dude who tried to pick up on me, said he was out of prison, worked with the Mexican drug cartel, always, changing clothes, mixing and matching, but, seemed to follow me, first night, show up in the lines, waiting to go to bed, he seemed to be someone with, connections, being everywhere and, anywhere, helping, shovel garbage when, I waited for the bus, or helping some old lady with her stuff, but everywhere, even followed me, when, I walked to the Common Sense, gas station, until I told him, I was not interested!  But, he seemed to be the mull that intercepted the drugs, and took off to the back, of the building with the playground! (5) dude with the light blue jacket, walked, the other direction to the parking lot, going to the street? (6) now this was a strange part, about, an hour later, I was, at the building with the showers, off the main office, sitting on a rock, when, the tall blond dude, with the light blue jacket, came rushing past me, in a hurry, looking like he had a black eye? then, staff came rushing out, looking for him and asked me if I saw him, but he was gone so fast, that, I couldn't tell them what way he went . . . leading me to believe, he might not have been staff, but took someone's id, used it to pass the drugs, then, returned it?  THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT . . . WHAT APPEARS TO BE NOTHING GOING ON, LIKE THE TRAIN, BLOCKING THE VIEW OF THE TRAIN BEHIND IT, THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING MOVING, GOING, CHANGING HANDS, BEING PASSED, SO I WATCHED, FOR WHO WAS WITH WHOM, AND WHO TALKED TO WHOM, OR DIDN'T TALK TO WHOM, GROUPINGS, PAIRINGS, EXT 
   • this blog is so messed up, but, I laid there this morning and remembered, I forgot, part of my intended blog, connected with, seeing drug deals go down, or the passing of money for bribes!  There was an episode of DATELINE, on the HUNTING OF EL CHAPO, one of the world's largest drug dealers, if not the largest . . . there was one DEA agent, didn't get his name, but, all the other agents, on both the Mexican and American sides, were impressed with El Chapo's, vast fortune, his wives and children, his mansions, and safe houses, planes, boats, and extensive drug trade, bubutthey  they were impressed by his creativity

   
   

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8. Takin' Care of Business

   Bachman–Turner Overdrive

   You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
   Take the 8:15 into the city
   There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin'
   And the girls who try to look pretty
   And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine
   And start your slaving job to get your pay
   If you ever get annoyed, look at me I'm self-employed
   I love to work at nothing all day

   And I'll be taking care of business (every day)
   Taking care of business (every way)
   I've been taking care of business (it's all mine)
   Taking care of business and working overtime, work out

   If it were easy as fishin' you could be a musician
   If you could make sounds loud or mellow
   Get a second-hand guitar, chances are you'll go far
   If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
   People see you having fun just a-lying in the sun
   Tell them that you like it this way
   It's the work that we avoid, and we're all self-employed
   We love to work at nothing all day

   And we be taking care of business (every day)
   Taking care of business (every way)
   We be been taking care of business (it's all mine)
   Taking care of business and working overtime

   Mercy
   Whoo
   All right

   Take good care of my business
   When I'm away, every day
   Whoo

   You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
   Take the 8:15 into the city
   There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin'
   And the girls who try to look pretty
   And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine
   And start your slaving job to get your pay
   If you ever get annoyed, look at me I'm self-employed
   I love to work at nothing all day

   And I be taking care of business (every day)
   Taking care of business (every way)
   I've been taking care of business (it's all mine)
   Taking care of business and working overtime, take care

   Takin' care of business, whoo
   Takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business (every day)
   Takin' care of business (every way)
   Takin' care of business (it's all mine)
   Takin' care of business and working overtime, whoo

   Takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business
   We be takin' care of business
   We be takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business
   Takin' care of business

   For non-commercial use only.

THE BOOK EXCHANGE: THE 5TH PROFESSION FOR GRANDMOTHER AND THE (DEA) PRIESTS

• priceless picture on the cover of GRANDMOTHER AND THE PRIESTS, by Taylor Caldwell, of four very tall priests in black robes, standing over a glamorous wicked widow . . . eleven extraordinary men of God who told wonderful stories is a dazzling tapestry of adventure and powerful human drama.  These priests are not of the normal stature and physique of what we normally attribute to men of God now days, but they were men of poor upbringing, men of vigor and strength, back in the day . . . and you are a trusted informant, nonlinear junction detector, fumigating . . . He may be as protective about his family life, no doubt.  A Greek would kill to protect the honor of his family, even if in private he didn't care for them. But business is survival.  Its secrets are fiercely kept, whereas family secrets are taken for granted to be unavoidable gossip, as long as no one dares to repeat the gossip in front of the lord of the household.  "Ignorance is your protection."
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