"Kate"

----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry

To: House

Sent: Sunday, August 12, 2007 10:22:54 AM

Subject: Annapolis



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Annapolis

When memories of being above the clouds come to mind, I reminded for flying on passenger aircraft, staring out the cabin window, especially from 1984 and 1985 when I remeber flying home several times and spending a lot of time in the air.

The were two 2-man teams on the helo deck. I was usually the person in front with the guy behind me with a hook to grab the wire from the helo. I would then connect the cables.

There was that brown leather jacket I used to love to wear, they were fashionably called bomber jackets.

Donald Mills truck, something I liked about the engine, but it was rather utilitarian, if that's the right word, it was just a work truck, it wasn't as cool as my trucks. I used to like to modify the carburator for some reason. And there was the time the roof liner fell on my head one day I was driving. Mom told me one time I was driving too fast when I passed by the house in that truck.

Something has been nagging at me a few days about the possibility of being a carrier aviator. Why can't I remember the traps? the carrier landings....why can't I remember the 3-wire? And even that stuff I just wrote about, I can only associate with seeing in movies.

Then I was thinking about a time in 1985. I went home on leave and the Taylor, without me, make a port call to Annapolis and my shipmates were telling me about it. There were two teams of two men, including me, that worked on the helo deck during landing operations and one of them was telling that the cable broke during that visit. Then it stuck me like a hammer. The cable. That blasted cable with the funky connector. I was the first one on the Taylor that had to run out underneath the hovering Seahawk and perform the first exercise of the RAST system. We didn't have the other end of the cable from the helo that our cable connected to so on my first test, I only had the advice of my Chief Boatswains Mate. Standing there under that helo, I nailed it perfectly and ran back inside. Other times, we had to perform an exercise where we transfered a fuel cable to the hovering helo, but that was nothing compared to a RAST, especially in bad weather.


I wonder why I had that dream a while back where I was talking to Fleet Admiral Nimitz? I can't remember what we were talking about. I remember that I was still thinking of myself as a former PO2 back during the time of the dream. I wonder if it was a clue to get me thinking about the USS Ronald Reagan, which I think is a Nimitz-class. Maybe it means that I am on track to become a Fleet Admiral myself someday. Although, I don't know, I need to look this up, but I think they only award that 5th star for extraordinary circumstances. In my current memory, I know only of that one 5-star and that was because of WW2.


I had a dream last night about something but I can only remember one detail. There were 5 Medals of Honor hanging near me and someone said they were mine. That would be consistent with other thoughts I have had for a while and could be the 5 stars from that dream where I was talking to Nimitz. But I still don't actually remember any specific details. It's hard to say what I actually remember. I seem to remember something, but I don't consciously remember anything from my real life.


http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/1992/Navy/DN-SC-92-04634.JPEG

Released to Public

ID: DN-SC-92-04634 Service Depicted: Navy Command Shown: N0732

As seen from the back seat of a Fighter Squadron 41 (VF-41) F-14A Tomcat aircraft, Lt. Scott Ginder brings the aircraft in for an arrested landing on the flight deck of the nuclear-powered aircraft carrier USS THEODORE ROOSEVELT (CVN-71) during Operation Desert Storm.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Saturday, April 21, 2007

I saw this photo a few months ago and I am still quite certain that I was the pilot on the left. The 3/16/1982 date stamp would mean it was taken 59 months, 2 days, after 4/14/1977. Every time I look at photos of an aircraft cockpit like that, I remember sitting at the console of the USS Taylor FFG-50 where one of my many assignments on that ship was as a helmsman. As far as I know, that class of frigates are the only U.S. Navy warships that are designed for the helmsman to remain seated while steering the ship. That would serve as a great source of symbolism for a jet pilot, as those ships have gas turbine propulsion, which are basically jet engines.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/photographs/large/c6817-25.jpg

C6817-25, President Reagan sitting with the crew in the cockpit of Air Force One. 3/16/82


http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/Still/2006/Navy/DN-SD-06-10242.JPG

US Navy (USN) Seaman (SN) Marcus Hardoman stands watch on the bridge of the USN Oliver Hazard PERRY Class Guided Missile Frigate USS REUBAN JAMES (FFG 57) during maneuvers in Exercise INSPIRED SIREN 02. INSPIRED SIREN 02 is a US and Pakistani bilateral military exercise involving surface and air forces from the two nations to enhance interoperability and tactical proficiency. It will also refine and strengthen the existing military-to-military relationships of the two nations.



In certain aspects, my current life is similar to that 1992 episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” titled “The Inner Light.” I think a lot about the ending to that episode where he has lived to become an old man, he watches a rocket launch through the sky, and then everything.......something I can't figure out what else I want to say here. I feel as though I am at that part of that episode just before the friends he knew in that artificial life appeared and told him what was happening and then he awoke to return to his real life. I am just about to that point.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Inner_Light_%28TNG_episode%29

"The Inner Light" is the twenty fifth episode of the fifth season of the science fiction television series Star Trek: The Next Generation, the penultimate episode of the season.

Airdate June 1, 1992

The Enterprise-D is followed by a space probe. When the probe scans the ship, Picard staggers and is rendered unconscious.

He wakes to find himself being tended to by a women, who tells him he has come out of a fever. She refers to him as Kamin, and claims to be his wife. He establishes that he is on a non-federation planet called Kataan, and sets about finding a way to send a message. Outside he meets a man by the name of Batai, who is troubled by his strange questions and apparent lack of memory. Picard visits a lookout offering a view of the town of Ressik. Later his "wife" tells him that he works as an ironweaver and he enjoys practicing the flute. He notices she is wearing an necklace with a decoration in the shape of the probe.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: July 31, 2006

This reminds me of some unexplained thoughts I have been having recently about 1981. They are either memories trying to surface or just random imagination, possibly because I saw this movie after I came back and I am remembering seeing this movie during a lifetime I can't remember. Anyway, I have these thoughts that I didn't return with the other 8 F-16s because, for one reason, I ran out of gas after breaking off to engage some Iraqi fighters that were trying to intercept us on our way home, assuming that the F-15s were busy or out of position and I needed to break up the incoming Iraqi formation. That reminds me about those references from "Top Gun" where "he got three before he bought it". I'm wondering if I got hit in my right wrist by a bullet or shrapnel while earlier over Osirak, which would actually have been one hell of a lucky miss. And that would mean I would have had to reach over to the right with my left hand to operate the stick, which all seems improbable. Or maybe I was just that good. I just wish I knew what it all meant. In one possible scenario, I wrote about crashing into Aqaba just short of the airfield. But another scenario is that I landed and searched for gas, which I either found, or remembering Eagle Claw, was brought out to me. That is consistent with that memory of running out of gas short of AHS that night we were building the Junior Class float when I was class president. Someone came along and gave me some gas for my red Ford. That red Ford seems to be consistent with the F-16. After refueling, I took off from the desert floor and flew back to the Israeli air base.


I have this notion that I was on STS-87 and it is curious that they have this imagery of the country of Chad as I think something happened to me there.

http://spaceflight1.nasa.gov/gallery/images/shuttle/sts-87/html/sts087-717-075.html

STS087-717-075 (19 November – 5 December 1997) --- Featured in this view is the Tibesti Massif in northern Chad in central Saharan Africa is a very large mountain range of old, dark, hard rocks, which is surrounded by sand seas.



Seems to me that the wing is thickest right in the area of the landing gear, which means it is about 5 feet high. In my memory on the Wainwright where I was helping George Campbell it was only that entrance to the area we were working in that was the most narrow. The work area was enclosed and kind of tight but nothing like the entrance.

http://spaceflight1.nasa.gov/shuttle/reference/shutref/structure/wing.html

Wing

The wing is constructed of conventional aluminum alloy with a multirib and spar arrangement with skin-stringer-stiffened covers or honeycomb skin covers. Each wing is approximately 60 feet long at the fuselage intersection and has a maximum thickness of 5 feet.



All those memories of sitting at the helm of the Taylor probably replaced these mental images:

http://www.space1.com/Museum_Exhibits/High_Fidelity_Exhibits/HSS_Left_View/hss_left_view.html



And as with the helm on the Taylor, you couldn't see over the console unless you sit up higher than normal, as it appears would apply to this shuttle seat.

http://www.space1.com/Museum_Exhibits/High_Fidelity_Exhibits/Exhibit_Details/HSS_F6_Panel/hss_f6_panel.html



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: (undated)

I was standing there at my assigned spot listening to the dogs barking, knowing that something was going to happen in front of me. Micheal was off to my left a pretty good ways. I remember worrying a lot about that later because I remember thinking how stupid we were for not establishing rules on what to do if a deer jumped out in between us which was very likely. We were on that underground natural gas pipeline and I wasn't too far from where I got my red Ford stuck that time, although that incident happened much later I think. That corridor through the trees represents a specific place or maybe it symbolizes certain conditions or circumstances. Anyway, the 9 point glided in to my view from the right and then just stopped in front of me. I fired three times at it but missed. I'm not sure if those missed rounds actually represent misses or if it represents lack of discipline during combat. For the fourth round, I gave up on using the scope, which was unnecessary really, and switched to iron sights and nailed it. It jumped up slightly into the air and then dropped, shifted, a little bit to my left. Denzil commented on what a good shot it had been.

I think deers represent anything I got up close and personal too. In that case, unlike a lot of others, the deer just stood there and looked at me. That means it was probably something stationary. The other targets had legs that they used as soon as they saw my gun up close. The squirrels, thinking of first impressions, represent distance targets, not unlike distant aircraft, that are small, fast, elusive. There was also something about their eyes, as in they had better peripheral vision. They could see something just as well out of the corner of their eyes as I could see something staring directly at it.

Damn, the foot pedals. There was that time I was building foot pedals to operate aircraft games on my Commodore.

Damn, now some of the quips I've made over the past few years make sense. I was in the bathroom one day at work and a guy I went out drinking with sometimes walked in. For some reason, I made some kind of comment about not being able to get the blood off my hands. I didn't think much about it at the time, but it stuck in my mind. It takes on a whole new meaning now. I said something to that same guy one time, he had once been in some military academy before dropping out, about how I had taken some 50-caliber rounds in the back. I have no idea where that comment came from. It must have something to do with taking rounds in my aircraft because those objects on my back aren't big enough to be scars from 50-caliber bullets.

When I was fixing the potholes in the city streets for Donald Mills, there was that kid I fired for not doing it right. I told him we had to brush out all the loose debris before we put the asphalt into the pothole or it won't work right. They were complaining because they had watched the city workers in Ashdown and they were doing it the way I wanted it. I responded that the roads in Ashdown weren't that great. Shirley Mills backed me up on firing him, but I do remember feeling remorse about it for a long time. I was right but I hated having to fire him. I could have been a better instructor.

Damn damn damn damn damn damn.......I once had an Eagle Claw fishing rod when I was a kid.....

Back in those days, my best friend was named Randy Cole. One time his father, who was a surveyor, took us camping into the mountains. We went to this place called "where the moon drug." There were these two peaks to the mountain and we camped the second night in the concave area between the peaks. The first night, we camped down below that mountain and his father woke us up that second morning with gunfire, claiming he was shooting at a bear. He was chastising Randy about not getting up, while praising me for getting right up and I forget what else, apparently I had met his expectations. Later that morning we set off for the peaks and that night we were sitting at the campfire. His father called to Randy from the tent to not let his boots catch on fire, which he had set next to the campfire to dry out or something. We looked at them and it was too late, they were already smoldering and melted pretty good. Randy and I were convinced that it was going to snow the next day so we built a sled to slide down the mountain, but it didn't snow. I have some memory about Randy driving around in this butt-ugly Gremlin-model car.

actually, the guy I'm thinking of a Schoomacher didn't have a daughter, that was someone else in that group. She was cute, black hair, Denzil said I should talk to her.

Ah, one night, Randy Cole and I, and another guy named Eddie I think, were running through a neighbors backyard. One of our friends had a trampoline and we would go over and jump on it sometimes. This particular night we were going through that yard and we heard a screen door slam. Eddy and Randy ran one way, I ran the other way. As it turned out, I ran the wrong way. This huge dude hopped down off some kind of embankment wall brandishing a big knife and asking why I was in their yard. I calmly talked my way out of it and went back to where Randy and Eddy were in the clubhouse we had built. I wonder if that is why I've been thinking about screendoors.

The idea dawned on me that I may actually have some bullet scars. There's one on my left shin that looks big enough to stick my finger in. That reminds me of what Denzil said after I shot that 9 point. As soon as I looked at that scar and first thought it might be a bullet scar, instead of the bug bite I have always thought it was, the memory flashed to mind about a story of my mom's coworker having a slashed shin from a machine. I remember thinking about that story many times and about how it must have really hurt. Then I noticed that above that round scar is a scar that looks like what you would expect from a slashing cut and I think to myself they were probably separate experiences. There's a big scar on my right shin, but I remember that happening in those days after I quit Microsoft and the pedal on my bicycle flipped up and tore a huge gash in the flesh. And I remembered a scar on my left forearm that I also remembered as a bug bite. I don't know what bullet scars look like but something makes me think it is a bullet scar. There are some other too but I can't remember where they are, those two are the most noticeable.

There was something I was remembering about taking some scientific equipment from someone that was hostile to us. There were also all those treehouses that I constructed and planned. One time Micheal and I spent a lot of time, wearing coveralls, wading around in a pond in the woods behind the house trying to build some kind of cabin over the pond. First we needed build a pier. Sometime later I brought a shovel out there and was going to dig up the dam to drain the pond.

Oh, and there's a scar on my left hand that I have been wondering about but I don't feel like writing about. I remember it was after having to walk home through a bad neighborhood. I remember it was a nasty wound, bled a lot, something about nasty bandages. At first I thought it might be a bullet scar, but then I thought maybe someone had jammed a philips screwdriver between my knuckles. But there is no exit scar so I'm not sure what it means. Perhaps what ever did it didn't go down through my hand, rather went into my hand, towards my wrist and didn't exit. The oblong nature of the scar would support that possibility. It doesn't hurt though.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 05/16/07 10:18 PM

I have these "memories" of watching solar ecplises when I lived in De Queen. They are very specific "memories." One time, I was wearing a welder's helmet. Another time, I constructed a cardboard box to see the shadow of the eclipse. I put a piece of aluminum foil with a pinhole in it over a rectangular hole. The shadow would appear inside the cardboard box and correspond with the change of the eclipse.

05/16/07 11:33 PM
From 7/16/1963 to 6/19/1968 is: 59 months, 3 days

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6867118/

[5/16/07]

Misty watercolor memories: When Desmond’s latest prediction relied on Charlie’s drowning in order for Claire and Aaron to get off the island, an accepting Charlie listed his five best memories to leave behind for the woman he loved. Among the highlights was his rescue of a stranger, who just happened to be Sayid’s Nadia, at the hands of a purse-snatcher. But the biggest moment for him took place the day flight 815 hit the shore, when he met Claire. Aw, other than the horrific, fiery plane crash, it was a really good day.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Journal May 25, 2006

There was some kind of choice I made. Some kind of family choice. I just can't remember it. Something about my work and my family. I have remembered lately about someone telling me how my father regretted that he left my mother.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: sunshine Wed, 3/1/06 8:19 PM

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=sunshine

sunshine

Radiant cheerfulness

"The sunshine disappeared for a moment, but I think it was from a cloud that had dropped her off beside me. The side of her face sang that song as her flowing hair danced fearlessly across the old barbed-wire squeezing my heart. Again I asked the grumpy pavement to give me an arrow, a directional, anything, that shows me the way home."



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Saturday, June 16, 2007

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070607-N-9864S-002.jpg

070607-N-9864S-002 PACIFIC OCEAN (June 7, 2007) - USS Kitty Hawk's (CV 63) flight deck seems to glow from reflections off personnel and equipment during night flight operations June 7. Kitty Hawk is conducting her summer deployment. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Joseph R. Schmitt (RELEASED)


JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Monday, June 11, 2007

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070608-N-2984R-052.jpg

070608-N-2984R-052 ATLANTIC OCEAN (June 8, 2007) - Sailors look on from the flight deck of the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS Harry S. Truman as the space shuttle Atlantis launches into space. Truman is currently underway conducting carrier qualifications in the Atlantic Ocean. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Ricardo J. Reyes (RELEASED)


JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Monday, May 21, 2007

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070516-N-6724S-049.jpg

070516-N-6724S-049 WASHINGTON (May 16, 2007) – Machinist’s Mate 3rd Class Davida Edwards examines the Apollo 11 Command Module in the lobby of the National Air and Space Museum. Edwards was one of 14 Precommissioning Unit George H.W. Bush (CVN 77) Sailors touring the museum as part of the command’s weekly heritage tours of the nation’s capital. U.S. Navy photo by Chief Mass Communication Specialist Aaron Strickland (RELEASED)



From 6/23/1930 (Eisele) to 3/3/1959 is: 10480 days
From 3/3/1959 to 10/22/1968 (Apollo 7 landing) is: 3521 days
3521 / 10480 = 0.3359

33-59

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donn_F._Eisele

Donn Fulton Eisele (June 23, 1930 – December 2, 1987) was born in Columbus, Ohio and was an officer in the USAF and a NASA astronaut.

On October 11, 1968, he occupied the command module pilot seat for the eleven-day flight of Apollo VII — the first manned flight test of the third generation United States spacecraft. With spacecraft commander Walter M. Schirra, Jr., and lunar module pilot Walter Cunningham, Eisele participated in and executed maneuvers enabling the crew to perform exercises in transposition and docking and lunar orbit rendezvous with the S-IVB stage of their Saturn IB launch vehicle; completed eight successful test and maneuvering ignitions of the service module propulsion engine; measured the accuracy of performance of all spacecraft systems; and provided the first effective television transmissions of onboard crew activities.

Apollo 7 was placed in an Earth-orbit with an apogee of 153.5 nautical miles (284.3 kilometers) and perigee of 122.6 nautical miles (227.1 km); and the 260-hour, four-and-a-half million mile (7.25 Gm) shakedown flight was successfully concluded on October 22, 1968, with splashdown occurring in the Atlantic, some eight miles (15 km) from the carrier Essex (only three-tenths of a mile or 0.6 km from the originally predicted aiming point).



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Friday, May 18, 2007

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070514-N-1251W-002.jpg

070514-N-1251W-002 YOKOSUKA, Japan (May 14, 2007) - Sailors assigned to the Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer USS Curtis Wilbur (DDG 54) moor the ship to a buoy at Commander Fleet Activities Yokosuka. The training exercise was to give the Sailors experience mooring the ship. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Matthew R. White (RELEASED)



http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070514-N-4044H-002.jpg

070514-N-4044H-002 ATLANTIC OCEAN (MAY 14, 2007) - Naval Special Warfare watercraft are lands in the ocean after being released by two C-130s during a Maritime Craft Air Delivery System (MCADS) drop. Elements of Special Operations Command Europe, USNS Grasp (T-ARS 51), USS Kauffman (FFG 59) and the Sixth Fleet flagship USS Mount Whitney (LCC/JCC 20) conducted the MCADS operation during exercise Flexible Leader 07. Flexible Leader is a joint exercise designed to increase speed and cohesiveness when standing up a Joint Forces Maritime Component Command (JFMCC). U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Eddie D. Harrison (RELEASED)


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a14/ap14-KSC-71PC-24HR.jpg

KSC-71PC-111

Apollo 14 Saturn V climbs toward cloud layer. 31 January 1971. Scan by Ed Hengeveld.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a14/ap14-S71-17620.jpg

S71-17620

Apollo 14 Saturn V liftoff from a camera on the tower. 31 January 1971. Scan by Ed Hengeveld.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a14/ap14-S71-18753HR.jpg

S71-18753

The Apollo 14 Command Module approaches splashdown. 9 February 1971. Scan by Kipp Teague.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a15/ap15-71-HC-1103HR.jpg

71-HC-1103

Apollo 15 launch. Research by J.L. Pickering.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a15/ap15-71-HC-1106HR.jpg

71-HC-1106

Apollo 15 launch. Research by J.L. Pickering.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a15/ap15-S71-41999.jpg

S71-41999

Apollo 15 descends toward splashdown with one fouled chute. 7 August 1971. Scan by NASA.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a15/ap15-S71-43543HR.jpg

S71-43543

Apollo 15 Splashdown. Journal Contributor Joe O'Dea writes, "This picture freezes the dramatic instant of splashdown at 20:45 GMT on August 7, 1971, and reveals the Command Module pounding a textbook-perfect impact crater into the water of the Pacific Ocean. Liquid crater ejecta flies radially from the impact site. The Command module landed more heavily than usual owing to the failure of one of its parachutes to open (32 feet per second; normally 28 fps under three inflated canopies)."Scan by Kipp Teague.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a16/ap16-KSC-72PC-176HR.jpg

KSC-72PC-176

Lift-off of Apollo 16. 16 April 1972. Scans by Kipp Teague.


http://www.history.nasa.gov/alsj/a16/ap16-S72-36293HR.jpg

S72-36293

Moment of impact during splashdown. Scan by Kipp Teague.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 5, 2006...

This is interesting, the part about the joke. Maybe it's nothing or maybe it reflects that I had been discovered alive after a long period of people thinking I was dead. HEY Could that be why I have the memory....I wrote about it a while back. I was talking to my brother, Kevin, and he was telling me he didn't think our dad was dead. I believed he was dead, but it was a closed casket, so the memory of Kevin telling me that persisted. I was writing a while back that my father Joseph, may actually represent me in some regards.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1987/051887a.htm

Remarks at the Presentation Ceremony for the ``E'' and ``E Star'' Awards

May 18, 1987

Secretary Baldrige, Ambassador Yeutter, and Secretary Lyng, good morning to all of you. It's a great pleasure to have all of you here, not only to celebrate World Trade Week but to celebrate you, the men and women at the cutting edge of American competitiveness. One of America's greatest assets is the skill and professionalism of its businessmen and women, and entrepreneurs. The can-do spirit of our business community is in stark contrast to the inefficiency and poor performance often associated with other economic systems.

Of course, mistakes do happen. You know the story of the fellow who ordered a bouquet of flowers to be sent to the opening of his friend's new branch office. And when he got there, he was shocked to see flowers with the inscription, ``Rest in peace.'' [Laughter] He was so outraged that on the way home he stopped at the florist to complain. And the florist said, ``Just think of it this way, today someone in this city was buried beneath a flower arrangement with the inscription, `Good luck in your new location.''' [Laughter]



Assuming that I was shot down in Feb. 1986 by Libya.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/22686b.htm

Address to the Nation on National Security

February 26, 1986

One cannot sit in this office reviewing intelligence on the military threat we face, making decisions from arms control to Libya to the Philippines, without having that concern for America's security weigh constantly on your mind. We know that peace is the condition under which mankind was meant to flourish. Yet peace does not exist of its own will. It depends on us, on our courage to build it and guard it and pass it on to future generations. George Washington's words may seem hard and cold today, but history has proven him right again and again. ``To be prepared for war,'' he said, ``is one of the most effective means of preserving peace.'' Well, to those who think strength provokes conflict, Will Rogers had his own answer. He said of the world heavyweight champion of his day: ``I've never seen anyone insult Jack Dempsey.''



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unrestricted_Line_Officer

Unrestricted Line Officers (URL Officers) are Officers of the Line in the U.S. Navy who are qualified to command ships and aviation squadrons. URL officers include officers from the Surface Warfare, Submarine Warfare, Aviation, and Special Warfare communities. In contrast to Limited Duty Officers, Unrestricted Line Officers are required to have at least a Bachelor's Degree. They are commissioned through programs such as the Navy ROTC (including Seaman to Admiral-21), the Naval Academy, and Officer Candidate School.










----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry

To: House

Sent: Sunday, August 12, 2007 11:57:17 AM

Subject: Princess Caraboo (1994)



Something seems familiar about all this, relative to my actual experiences. The photo of Preble and Stennis make me think of that cloud surrounding "V'Ger" in the 1979 "Star Trek" movie.

I am also thinking again about photo's I saw on navy.mil about a Midshipman pilot flying a fighter jet but I can't find those anymore and I don't remember when I saw them.

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070808-N-2858G-043.jpg

070808-N-2858G-043 SIGONELLA, Sicily (Aug. 8, 2007) - Sailors assigned to Naval Air Station Sigonella inspected the wreckage of a World War II aircraft that was caught in a fishing boat's net off the coast of Sicily. The aircraft is being checked for identifying markings in hopes of discovering information regarding the planes mission and occupant. NAS Sigonella provides logistical support for Commander, 6th Fleet and North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) forces in the Mediterranean area. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Gunnar C. Gorder (RELEASED)


http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070809-N-2510R-006.jpg

070809-N-2510R-006 NEWPORT NEWS, Va. (Aug. 9, 2007) – Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy Joe Campa Jr., shares a meal with chief petty officer (CPO) selectees during his visit to meet with Pre-commissioning Unit (PCU) George H.W. Bush (CVN 77) Sailors. Campa also toured the aircraft carrier that is currently under construction in Northrop Grumman Newport News Shipyard. U.S. Navy Photo by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Narina Reynoso (RELEASED)


http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070809-N-5387K-003.jpg

070809-N-5387K-003 PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug.9, 2007) - The Ship's Psychologist, Lt. Justin D'Arienzo teaches a psychology class aboard the USS Kitty Hawk (CV 63) during exercise Valiant Shield 2007 Aug.9. This is D'Arienzo's 2nd semester as a volunteer instructor for this course. The Kitty Hawk, John C. Stennis and Nimitz Carrier Strike Groups are participating in Valiant Shield 2007, the largest joint exercise in the Pacific this year. Held in the Guam operating area, the exercise includes 30 ships, more than 280 aircraft and more than 20,000 service members from the Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard. Kitty Hawk is about 3 months into its summer deployment from Fleet Activities Yokosuka, Japan. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Juan Antoine King (RELEASED)



The two photo's following the details about "Princess Caraboo" remind me of observations I made about an image of Phoebe from that movie. I have been thinking she is making some kind of aircraft carrier-related hand gestures in that image but I have never been able to figure which one. I was thinking at first that it is some kind of gesture from a deck crewman to indicate that the ailerons on the A-6 Intruder had tested out all right, but then I started wondering why I would have her make such a routine gesture, considering that one from 1982 with "feet wet." Seems I would have her making some other more profound gesture.

http://gallery.phoebe-cates.com/v/movies/princess_caraboo/caraboo01.jpg.html



From 7/16/1963 to 9/16/1994 is: 11385 days
From 3/3/1959 to 7/21/1969 is: 3793 days
3793 / 11385 = 0.333

3-3-3

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Caraboo_%28film%29

Release date(s) September 16, 1994 (USA)

Princess Caraboo is a 1994 film, directed by Michael Austin, based on the real-life 19th-century character Princess Caraboo, who passed herself off in British society as an exotic princess who spoke a strange foreign language. She is played in the film by Phoebe Cates. The film was written by Michael Austin and John Wells The original music score was composed by Richard Hartley.

Tagline: She was everything they dreamed of... and nothing they expected.


http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110892/

Princess Caraboo (1994)

Release Date: 16 September 1994 (USA)

Phoebe Cates ... Princess Caraboo/Mary Baker


http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110892/plotsummary

Plot summary for
Princess Caraboo (1994)

Bristol, England, early 19th century. A beautiful young stranger who speaks a weird language is tried for the crime of begging. But when a man claims that he can translate her dialect, it is understood that the woman is a princess from a far away land. She is then welcomed by a family of haughty aristocrats that only wants to heighten their prestige. However, the local reporter is not at all convinced she is what she claims to be and investigates. Is Caraboo really a princess?


From 7/16/1963 to 7/16/1970 is: 7 years
From 11/17/1936 to 7/16/1970 is: 3 days, 34 weeks, 33 years

334-33

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0920272/

John Wells
Date of Birth: 17 November 1936

Princess Caraboo (1994) .... Reverend Hunt
Princess Caraboo (1994) (written by)


I recognize the day 5/13/1987 as when I completed my escape across Africa.

From 1/11/1953 to 5/13/1987 is: 34 years, 122 days
122 / 365 = 0.33 year
From 1/11/1953 to 5/13/1987 is: 34.33 years

34-33

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0785938/

John Sessions
Date of Birth: 11 January 1953
Princess Caraboo (1994) .... Prince Regent


I recognize the date 9/2/1965 as my first day at Princeton University.

From 3/3/1959 to 9/2/1965 is: 2375 days
From 7/29/1952 to 7/16/1963 is: 4004 days
2375 / 4004 = 0.593

59-3

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0400998/

Wendy Hughes
Date of Birth: 29 July 1952
Princess Caraboo (1994) .... Mrs. Worrall


From 5/24/1949 to 5/28/1982 is: 33 years, 4 days

3-3-4

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000980/

Jim Broadbent
Date of Birth: 24 May 1949
Princess Caraboo (1994) .... Mr. Worrall


http://www.navybuddies.com/cvn/catcom.htm

Working on the Flight Deck

According to Lloyds in London, working on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. On the flight deck it is loud, crowded and the whole atmosphere is often referred to as 'controlled chaos': Jets are catapulted into the air while others are landing, bombs and missiles are transported from the 'bomb farm' to parking aircraft while other planes are taxiing to the catapults or to their parking locations. Even a little mistake can result in an accident: One can be blown off the deck or be sucked into one of the planes' engines. Dangers are everywhere on the flight deck and that is why the people who are working there have to be in perfect physical and mental condition.

For someone who is not used to this business it is just overwhelming because it is hard to imagine that there is a well thought-out system behind all deck operations. Due to the noise created by jet engines and rotors the communication among the people of the flight deck crew is mostly done through hand signals. These hand signals make up a unique sign language that can basically be seen as the 'language of the flight deck'.

there is a table that contains the most common signals used by the Catapult and Plane Handling Officers.



http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070804-N-7883G-041.jpg

070804-N-7883G-041 PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug. 4, 2007) - Cmdr. Greg Huffman completes his pre-flight checks in an F/A-18E Super Hornet before an aerial change of command for the Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 27 on USS Kitty Hawk (CV 63). Huffman relieved Cmdr. Dan Dwyer as the squadron's 32nd commanding officer. The Royal Maces are one of seven Carrier Air Wing (CVW) 5 squadrons operating from Naval Air Facility Atsugi, Japan, and embarked on Kitty Hawk. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Kyle D. Gahlau (RELEASED)



http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070804-N-7883G-060.jpg

070804-N-7883G-060 PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug. 4, 2007) - Aviation Boatswain's Mate (Handling) Airman Johnkeith Elopre, directs aircraft during flight operations aboard USS Kitty Hawk (CV 63). Elopre is responsible for directing aircraft movements on the flight deck. Kitty Hawk is 2 months into its summer deployment from Fleet Activities Yokosuka, Japan. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Kyle D. Gahlau (RELEASED)



http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070805-N-1513W-082.jpg

070805-N-1513W-082 PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug. 5, 2007) - The Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS John C. Stennis (CVN 74) heads off into a storm with winds gusting up to 50 miles per hour across the flight deck. The John C. Stennis Carrier Strike Group is on a scheduled deployment to promote peace, regional cooperation and stability. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Richard R. Waite (RELEASED)



http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070808-N-0684R-069.jpg

070808-N-0684R-069 PACIFIC OCEAN (Aug. 8, 2007) - The guided missile destroyer USS Preble (DDG 88) steams into the sunset as storm clouds set in during exercise Valiant Shield 2007. Preble is part of the John C. Stennis Carrier Strike Group. The John C. Stennis, Kitty Hawk and Nimitz Carrier Strike Groups are participating in Valiant Shield 2007, the largest joint exercise in recent history. Held in the Guam operating area, the exercise includes 30 ships, more than 280 aircraft and more than 20,000 service members from the Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Ron Reeves (RELEASED)



From 3/3/1959 to 7/20/1969 (Apollo 11 landing) is: 3792 days
From 7/20/1969 (Apollo 11 landing) to 12/7/1979 is: 3792 days

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079945/

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979)

Release Date: 7 December 1979 (USA)

Plot Outline: When a destructive space entity is spotted approaching Earth, Admiral Kirk resumes command of the Starship Enterprise in order to intercept, examine, and hopefully stop it.



From 7/16/1963 to 6/25/1991 is: 335 months, 9 days

33-59

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luck_of_the_Draw_%28album%29

Released June 25, 1991

Luck of the Draw is the eleventh album by Bonnie Raitt, released in 1991

The album surpassed Nick of Time's commercial success, selling 7 million copies and spawning a number of hit singles. Critics were also unanimous in their praise, with some hailing Luck of the Draw as her finest album.










----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry

To: House

Sent: Sunday, August 12, 2007 3:33:00 PM

Subject: Wiesbaden



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Thursday, June 21, 2007

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070621-N-9643K-001.jpg

070621-N-9643K-001 SHOALWATER BAY, Australia (June 21, 2007) - A Marine keeps watch for "non-friendly forces" as part of exercise Talisman Saber 2007. This biennial exercise, designed to enhance the combat readiness and interoperability between U.S. and Australian military forces, is conducted in Australia and focuses on crisis action planning and execution of contingency response operations. It is the largest joint/combined training exercise in the region consisting of more than 20,000 U.S. and 7,500 Australian personnel conducting land, sea and air operations. U.S. Navy photo by Chief Mass Communication Specialist Joe Kane (RELEASED)



I wonder if this is why I "remember" Paul Herman from boot camp in 1984, in the context of my artificial and symbolic memory. I think I noted something about him in my journal before. This guy was a basketball assistant coach at the Academy in the early 80's.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete_Herrmann

Pete Herrmann is an assistant men's basketball coach at the University of Georgia. He has previously served as head coach at the United States Naval Academy.

1980–1986 Navy (asst.)

1986–1992 Navy



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/25/2006 1:31 PM

Wiesbaden. That seems important.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1981/12081g.htm

Washington Hilton Hotel (9:15 p.m.)

The President. Ladies and gentlemen, Nancy, my Mike, his wife, Colleen:

We're delighted to be here. I know that it can only be for a few minutes, because there are 10 of these, and we're going to get to all of them. And the fellows that are engineering getting us around say it's only going to take 4\1/2\ hours. [Laughter] We're delighted to be here, and thank all of you for your being here.

I think you might like to have a little news bulletin. I have just learned that the planes have landed in Algiers. Fifty-two -- and I just won't call them hostages; they were prisoners of war -- but they are all hale and hearty and are now, and you can imagine their happiness, they're preparing to board the American planes for the last leg of the trip to Wiesbaden. So, I thought you'd like to hear that.

11/25/2006 1:50 PM
DAMN!!!! Could this be that basis for my memories of playing Santa Claus!!!!!!!!! Did Reagan have me wear a Santa suit when I flew the POWs back to the States???? Didn’t I write a while back about that “memory” of dressing up as Santa Claus when I worked at Mills Store? It fits in with these feelings that I was there at Wiesbaden. I dressed up as Santa for two years at Mills Store.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1981/12081g.htm

Museum of Natural History (11:47 p.m.)

I've been trying to keep people apprised a little bit of one of the news bulletins that I think is of interest to all of us. And the latest word is, and I'm sure you'll be happy to know -- I have been refusing all evening or before that to refer to them as hostages; they're prisoners of war. Well, these POW's are only minutes away from landing in Wiesbaden, Germany. I don't know whether you've been outside or not to see this, but that tree that hasn't been lighted for two Christmases is lighted tonight.

11/25/2006 2:01 PM
The Brotherhood/Sisterhood.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1981/12781b.htm

Remarks at the Welcoming Ceremony for the Freed American Hostages

January 27, 1981

By no choice of your own, you've entered the ranks of those who throughout our history have undergone the ordeal of imprisonment: the crew of the Pueblo, the prisoners in two World Wars and in Korea and Vietnam. And like those others, you are special to us. You fulfilled your duty as you saw it, and now like the others, thank God you're home, and our hearts are full of gratitude.

I'm told that Sergeant Lopez here put up a sign in his cell, a sign that normally would have been torn down by those guards. But this one was written in Spanish, and his guards didn't know that ``Viva la roja, blanco, y azul'' means ``Long live the red, white, and blue.'' They may not understand what that means in Iran, but we do, Sergeant Lopez, and you've filled our hearts with pride. Muchas gracias.

Two days ago, Nancy and I met with your families here at the White House. We know that you were lonely during that dreadful period of captivity, but you were never alone. Your wives and children, your mothers and dads, your brothers and sisters were so full of prayers and love for you that whether you were conscious of it or not, it must have sustained you during some of the worst times. No power on Earth could prevent them from doing that. Their courage, endurance, and strength were of heroic measure, and they're admired by all of us.

Let terrorists be aware that when the rules of international behavior are violated, our policy will be one of swift and effective retribution. We hear it said that we live in an era of limit to our powers. Well, let it also be understood, there are limits to our patience.

11/29/06 6:55 PM
It is interesting that the former POW's were taken to Stewart Air Force base, especially since I have been thinking that I was the pilot of that aircraft.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran_hostage_crisis

On January 20, 1981, twenty minutes after President Reagan's inaugural address, the hostages were formally released into U.S. custody, having spent 444 days in captivity. The hostages were flown to Algeria as a symbolic gesture for the help of that government in resolving the crisis, where former President Carter, acting as an emissary for the Reagan administration, received them. The flight continued to Rhein-Main Air Base in West Germany. After medical check-ups and debriefings they took a second flight to Stewart Air Force Base in Newburgh, New York and a bus ride to the United States Military Academy, receiving a hero's welcome all along the route.

11/29/06 7:01 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stewart_International_Airport

Stewart International Airport (IATA: SWF, ICAO: KSWF) is located near Newburgh, New York, in the southern Hudson Valley, 55 miles (88.5 km) north of New York City. Originally developed in the 1930s as a military base to allow cadets at the nearby United States Military Academy at West Point to learn aviation, it has over the years grown into the major passenger airport for the mid-Hudson region and continues to serve as a military airfield as well,

01/15/07 8:37 AM
It was the weirdest sensation yesterday. I was walking back to my room and suddenly, I didn't know which door was to my room. I stood there at the one next door and I looked at the number on the door, which was not my number, but it meant nothing to me. I should have know at a glance that 334 was not my number. But the only detail that puzzled me was that the door handle was on the wrong side. And I was very puzzled over that. I probably didn't stand there very long before I figured out where I was, but it seemed like an eternity. I find myself thinking several times of how puzzling it was that I did not, or could not, understand that number on the door. I didn't even puzzle over that number, I just puzzled over the door handle. It wasn't until I almost reached for the door handle that I suddenly realized it wasn't my door and I realized that my door was the one to my right. I wonder if it is important that when I left my room a few minutes earlier, I was taking out the trash, that I noticed for the first time that the room on the other side of the hall, and kind of off-set from my door, is room 333. I wasn't really surprised by that because I had thought several times before about how my room number, 332, is close to that numerical sequence, but for some reason I can't explain, it seems important that I had just that time read the number 333 on that other door and it was a few minutes later as I was returning to my room that I couldn't understand the numbers on the doors.

01/15/07 9:05 AM
That familiar mental block is hitting me hard as I try to concentrate on this, but I know this must be something important to me, something I should be able to remember but that.....what....what is it that won't let me concentrate when I try to think about this?:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiesbaden

In 1815 the capital of Nassau was moved to Wiesbaden


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princeton_University

Between the time of the move to Princeton in 1756 and the construction of Stanhope Hall in 1803, the University's sole building was Nassau Hall, named for William III of England of the House of Orange-Nassau.

01/15/07 3:16 PM
What about those dreams? There was that one I can "remember" talking about to other people and that is an important detail, it seems to me. Why would I have false memories that involve me, in a false memory, talking about a dream that I never had. I can't remember as much of the detail about the dream as I feel I used to know, but the setting of the dream was in the mobile home of that place Joseph Burgess lived when he was managing that cattle ranch in north east Oklahoma. I can remember that Kevin and Jody and maybe Melissa were there. I feel as though there are some details missing now, but the dramatic event in the dream was that there were vampires in the house and we were scared. Eventually, we were all in the bedroom at the front on the trailer, and the really spooky part about the dream was that I could hear the vampire breathing but I couldn't see anything because I had the cover pull over my head. But I could hear it getting closer and closer and closer until it seemed to be right next to me. Then I woke up and the breathing I had heard all that time was from my girlfriend, Amanda. I was spending the night at her apartment when the Wainwright was in port. In the other dream, and I remember telling people about this one too, I was eating dinner that my mom had cooked and I was eating a biscuit and then I woke up and I had the comforter in my mouth. And now I just thought, there was that woman who lived down the street from me when I lived at Wexford and she worked at the First Federal. One day we were standing out in the parking lot after I had fixed the ATM, I think her name was Robin, and she accidentally spilled coffee on my red Mazda RX-7 and was very apologetic but I told her not to worry about it. I can still picture that scene. It seems it was the left side, behind the rear wheel, towards the bottom of the body. Why would I remember that?

01/15/07 3:47 PM
Why would I have false memories of dreams? That just continues to baffle me.

01/15/07 3:48 PM
Why would I remember that time I was driving that convertible Mustang I wrote of earlier and the top was down and a McDonald's Quarter Pounder or Big Mac package was flying around in the front seat? That was the day, must have been the Saturday because I remember different people being with me on the second day, when Chris Root was with me and we were driving to Tampa, where he was from.

01/15/07 3:51 PM
But why a McDonald's package? Why would I remember something so trivial?

01/15/07 4:01 PM
The time I was in the big shop talking to Denzil and he was explaining to me a problem with a bench grinder. The grinder wheel wouldn't start spinning automatically when power was applied and you had to manually turn the wheel to get it going. He told me the component that was broken but I can't remember now the name of that component. The operative detail about this memory is that some time later, when I was in school in the Navy, we were studying such principles of electricity that applied to that problem and I learned about how an equal and opposing electrical was created when such a device was powered. The component that was broken was responsible for creating a slight imbalance in the electrical which allowed the wheel to start spinning in one direction. Why do I have memories of being in that big shop with Michael, Lea, and Billy Parker and I was jumping rope but I wasn't really exercising, don't know why I was jumping rope, other than for something to do. Billy asked me why I was jumping so high off the floor and I told him it was because I was wearing cowboy boots.

01/15/07 4:20 PM
A while back I was wondering if LaVerne Barber represents some kind of operation in Las Vegas I was part of. I don't know if it is connected, but when I was watching "The Last Boy Scout" I was think of how Halle Berry resembled my memory of LaVerne. A few minutes ago, the thought occurred to me that maybe I was sent down to Las Vegas with IBM because the abbreviation for Nevada is NV. You could express NV as "envy." Then the thought occurred to me that NV could also mean North Vietnamese.

01/15/07 4:31 PM
Why do I have a memory of being on the USS Taylor watching a movie and thinking about how I had never, to that point, been disappointed with movies from Tristar Pictures.

01/15/07 6:01 PM
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/04/Iron_eagle.jpg

Doug is 18. Raised on an air base and born to fly.

His father has been shot down 6000 miles away, and has been sentenced to death....for the crime of being an American.

Everyone's telling Doug to sit tight and wait. Everyone but Retired Air Force Colonel Chappy Sinclair.

They know what they have to do. And they've "borrowed" a pair of F-16's to do it.

For them, waiting time is over.

01/15/07 6:34 PM
Godfuckingdamnit. I have been trying to figure out who "Doug's" father looks like in that movie. In that scene where his captors are taking him out to the runway in the truck, he looks like Jerry Boesch, my last manager at Microsoft before Jeremy Rule. I think he was still my manager when Laura Longcore wrote something to me in an email about "borrowing" one of my ideas.

01/16/07 9:53 AM
I had a dream last night where I was talking to someone about a dream that I had while sleeping in that dream. It seems there were four woman that I talked to at various points in the dream. One was familiar and I wonder if she was the woman portrayed by Helen Hunt in "Cast Away" because she resembled Amanda Busch in my memory and I wonder if she......lost my train of thought.

01/16/07 9:56 AM
Anyway, as for the dream within a dream that I was describing to someone in the dream. I was riding my bicycle along a paved trail fairly fast. I think it was a blue bicycle, which may mean it was that Schwinn I used to drive. One detail I have been puzzling over the past few hours is that I eventually was able to match the image in my mind with a place I have seen here locally but yet, even though there appearance is virtually identical, I still cannot feel it was the same place. I find myself puzzling a lot about that and I can't really explain it as well as I want to. As for the event in the dream, some of it I don't understand how I know it. The part I don't understand is how I knew there was a curve in the trail. That is important in the dream because in the dream, just before I reached that 90-degree bend in the trail, I entered a fog bank and had zero visibility. That curve was there because going straight led straight over a large cliff onto a rocky surface below, not unlike that little bay-shaped area in front of the Seattle P-I building on the waterfront. Except in the dream, it was a very high cliff and probably would have been fatal to go over. The only reason I didn't go over it, and I don't fully understand this, is that as soon as I entered the fog bank, I saw two, maybe three, shadowy figures in there with me, with doesn't make much sense because I had zero visibility. But yet, I saw them and as result, I slammed on the brakes and stopped about an inch from the edge. I don't know how I knew there was a cliff there though because I am not certain if the fog ever lifted. I also think someone was riding a bicycle behind me and they stopped too when I did. So anyway, I had that experience in a dream and I was telling a woman about it in what I guess was a later dream.

01/16/07 11:16 AM
In that fight with Ryll, after I had been shot down in the bar, I "remember" biting him on the back at one point and that was the end of the fight. I wonder what that means.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16585284/

Normal human beings would require months of rest and rehabilitation before they could even dream of rejoining an elite fighting force like CTU. Almost everyone would at least require a sandwich and cold beverage. Not Jack. Stab him, beat him, pour toxic chemicals on his open wounds — that won’t stop him. It’ll just make him mad. Mad enough to kill someone with his bare teeth, in perhaps the goriest scene in the show’s six-year history.



In the context of my artificial and symbolic memory, I was trying to "remember" the name of that girl that called me on the phone that time at Randy Romine's house. It wasn't Jane Black, I don't think, but for some reason, I always want to associate it with her. She called me and she wanted me to meet her in town to see a movie. Thedia made a big deal because she was happy that was the first time a girl had called me and I felt annoyed that Thedia was making a big deal about it. I thought of all that when I heard that line from Phoebe in the 1982 "Fast Times At Ridgemont High." I think all she was saying was that she called a boy when she was 13. You might assume that meant she had sex when she was 13 but the lines don't support that notion. As I thought about it more, I began to wonder if that character, assuming I wrote that script, didn't even know that calling a boy on the phone was not considered having sex with someone. There are clues in the movie that support the notion that "Linda" did not know anything about sex from actual experience. One example is when "Stacy" questions her about how long "Doug takes" and "Stacy" seemed to be catching her in a lie.

Another time is at the pool scene of this movie when she says she isn't sure if she and Doug "climaxed" at the same time. She also throws in some "I don't know's" in that scene and others.

I noted also that almost all, if not all of Phoebe's lines, are in the form of girl-talk with "Stacy." The pool scene had some other good details that I noted, such as where "Brad" slides that window closed, making me think of the canopy of a F-14 Tomcat. At one point, he throws his head back, just as probably happens when an F-14 Tomcat is being launched. That was happening during the scenes with Phoebe sitting on the diving board with her feet in the water. She goes on the kiss the guy who seems to be wearing a U.S. Navy officer's dress blue jacket. Phoebe's boyfriend is named "Doug" and he works for an airline company in Chicago, which reminds me of the company named Douglas that manfactured U.S. Navy aircraft. That scene has other references that makes me think of taking off from the top of an aircraft carrier in an F-14 Tomcat. There is also the scene during that time where they perform something similar to the Dilbert Dunker and that was a plot element to "An Officer And A Gentleman," which premiered nation-wide that same day, along with "Pink Floyd The Wall." I believe there are details in all three that connect the three movies, along with the same premiere date and that they are all personally relevant to Phoebe and me.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Sunday, July 01, 2007

http://www.military.com/Opinions/0,,Carroll_081005,00.html

Ward Carroll: Sunset Glows on the Tomcat

August 10, 2005


He salutes. We both lean forward slightly. (No self-respecting Tomcat crew would take a cat shot with their heads against the headrest, not to mention that would be a good way to get your bell rung because of the way the airplane surges down before it starts moving forward.) A couple of potatoes later we're off. Airborne.

And for the next hours we stand ready to bring this machine, this manifestation of American know-how, to bear however it might be required. Or maybe today isn't our day to save the world, so we accommodate one of the small boy's requests for a fly-by or break the sound barrier just because we can (and we're far enough above our fuel ladder to get away with it).

We're flying a Tomcat. And we're getting paid to do it.

Alas, I speak of days gone by. What remains of what once gave my working life purpose will soon only be found in front of main gates, aviation museums, and VFW halls around the country. In the blink of an eye I have become the guy with the ill-fitting ball cap and the weathered flight jacket who bores young ensigns (and anyone else who happens to make eye contact) with his tales of derring-do. “VF, dang it!” I rail. “Those were real fighter squadrons.” And they were. Swordsmen, Pukin' Dogs, Grim Reapers, Diamondbacks – mascots of an adventure. At the center of it all was the airplane itself, and when an airplane has so much heart, personality, and character it ceases to be inanimate to those who climb into it on a regular basis.

So it's goodbye, dear friend. Forgive my depression. I've heard the promises of a brighter future, but my time in the arena was with you. I watch you zorch into the sunset and wonder how it all could have passed so quickly. It doesn't seem like that long ago when we were together, inextricably linked, one defining the other. Ours was a world of unlimited possibilities and missions accomplished. Ours was a world of victory.

So goodbye, Big Fighter, blessed protector of the American way and our hides. We who knew you well will miss your class, your swagger, your raw power. Even in the face of technological advances you bowed to no other. Thanks for the memories. They are indeed the stuff of novels.




So anyway, maybe Phoebe called me on the telephone, when she was still 13, between 4/14/1977 and 7/16/1977. That could very well be the basis for that Pink Floyd song about the "space cadet glow," and "go to the show." I found clues from a reliable source recently to support that notion. And, if that notion is correct, then the lyrics also support the notion that she called me and asked if I wanted to meet her at the theatre to see a movie. I had been away for a long time and I was glad that I could see her again.

I can still visualize that all very well. I can't "remember" her name yet, but I "remember" she had black hair. I can "remember" being there in my room and that might have been when I had an antenna rigged up in my room with span wires, for some reason. Thedia told me I couldn't do that. That seems a curious detail to "remember." I had a small antenna rigged to increase the range of a walkie-talkie. It's probably something about Vietnam. That wasn't the first time I was bulding antennas. I did that quite a few times in my artifical and symbolic memory. I was lying on my bed when that girl called about the movie so I'll bet that was Phoebe calling me in 1977. I was probably resting a lot, while also working to regain my strength with exercise.

This is the scene from the movie as I just watched it on DVD. I also wonder if I remember the differences from the draft script and the movie script but I don't consciously remember that I wrote all of it.

1982 "Fast Times At Ridgemont High"

Stacy: Do you think he'll call this week?

Linda: Stace why don't you just call him?

Stacy: I can't

Linda: Yes you can. Guys love that sort of thing.

Stacy: Really?

Linda: Yes. Stacy what are you waiting for? You are fifteen years old. I did it when I was 13. It's no huge thing. It's just sex.


She isn't saying she had sex when she was 13. She is saying she called a boy when she was 13. When I think of that, I also think of the 1978 "Superman" in that scene where "Superman" visits "Lois Lane" on her balcony. There is the scene I noted where it could be construed that he is saying his first name is "Pink" and if I had creative input into that script as well, then I was making an oblique reference to the band Pink Floyd. I even have artificial and symbolic memories of asking Jim Shea which one of the band was Pink Floyd, which is quite humorous. So anyway, there is the part where "Lois" asks "Superman" if he has a girlfriend and he responds something about how she will be the first to know. I believe this scene represents that I was planning to date a romantic relationship with Phoebe when she was old enough. We had known each other for a long time because of the arranged marriage stuff, but we were basically just friends until she was old enough to decide that she also wanted to pursue a romantic relationship. I have also been wondering if she is the "Pink" and I am the "Floyd" in Pink Floyd.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_wall

The Wall is an album by the English rock band Pink Floyd, released in 1979. Hailed by critics and fans as one of Pink Floyd's best albums, the album is widely regarded as a rock classic, and its morbid anthems have inspired many contemporary rock musicians. The album is included in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die


http://www.lyricsondemand.com/p/pinkfloydlyrics/inthefleshlyrics.html

Pink Floyd Lyrics

In The Flesh? Lyrics

...We came in?

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion and
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes?
You'll just have to claw your way through the
Disguise


http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078346/quotes

Memorable quotes for

Superman (1978)

[Superman and Lois are standing on opposite sides of a large planter]

Lois Lane: What color underwear am I wearing?

Superman: [looking] Hmmm...

Lois Lane: Oh, I'm sorry, I embarrassed you, didn't I?

Superman: Oh, no, no, no, not at all, Miss Lane, it's just that this planter must be made of lead.

Lois Lane: Uh, yes it is. So?

Superman: Well, you see, I, uh, I sort of have a problem seeing through lead.

Lois Lane: Oh, that's interesting.

Lois Lane: [Writing] Problem seeing through lead. Hmmm. Uh, d-do you have a first name?

Superman: What do you mean, like, uh, Ralph or something?

Lois Lane: No, no, I mean like...

[Walks away from the planter]

Superman: Pink.

Lois Lane: Huh?

Superman: Pink.



http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083929/

Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)

Release Date: 13 August 1982 (USA)

Phoebe Cates ... Linda Barrett



I am the "Abnormal Psych Professor" that Phoebe's character in the 1982 "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" went to live with after graduating from "Ridgemont High" to attend college at "Riverside." I also note that the zip code for Riverside, New Jersey, is 08075. I was 8075 days old on 4/12/1981, which was the day of the first launch of the space shuttle. The "Star Trek" website also indicates that "James T. Kirk" was born in Riverside, IA, USA. The postal abbreviation for Iowa reminds me of "Intelligence Agent."

From 3/4/1959 to 4/12/1981 is: 8075 days

http://zip4.usps.com/zip4/zcl_1_results.jsp

ZIP Code™ Matches in RIVERSIDE, NJ

08075


http://zip4.usps.com/zip4/zcl_1_results.jsp

ZIP Code™ Matches in BARRETT, WV

25208

25 2 08 >>> 1925 February 08


From 2/8/1925 to 3/4/1959 is: 34 years, 3 weeks, 3 days

34-33

I don't know what role this actress had in the movie other than what I read here in the credits. I assume it is another clue I created with my '334' artistict device to represent my relationship with Phoebe.

From 3/4/1959 to 1/7/1962 is: 3 days, 34 months

3-3-4

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0865177/

Hallie Todd
Date of Birth: 7 January 1962
Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) (uncredited) .... Linda's Friend



This guy in "Fast Times" seems to create a 3-59 clue with the 1964 Winter Olympics in Innsbruck. My thoughts suggest I won two gold medals in competitions involving a sled, which reminds me of the sleigh used by Santa Claus. This movie is the only credit listed for that actor.

He was 35.92 years old when the Olympics began and 35.95 years on the final day.

From 2/27/1928 to 1/29/1964 is: 35 years, 336 days
336 / 365 = 0.9 year
From 2/27/1928 to 1/29/1964 is: 35.9 years

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0908943/

Roy Homer Wallack
Date of Birth: 27 February 1928
Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) (as Roy Holmer Wallack) .... Santa Claus at Mall


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luge

A luge is small one- or two-person sled on which one sleds supine and feet-first. Steering is done by flexing the sled's runners with the calf of each leg or exerting opposite shoulder pressure to the seat [pod]. Luge is also the name of the sport which involves racing with such sleds. It is a competition in which these sleds race against the clock.

Luge, like the skeleton, and the bobsled, originated in the health-spa town of St Moritz, Switzerland, in the mid-to-late nineteenth century, through the endeavours of hotel entrepreneur Caspar Badrutt. Badrutt successfully sold the idea of winter resorting, as well as rooms with food, drink, and activities. His more adventurous English guests began adapting delivery boys' sleds for recreation, which led to collisions with pedestrians as they sped down the lanes and alleys of the village. This had two outcomes: in the short term the guests began to devise methods of steering the sleds, and so invented the skeleton (head first, prone), the luge (feet first, supine), and the two- and four-man bobsleighs. In the long term, in the interests of pedestrian safety, he built a special track for his guests' activities — the world's first "half-pipe", in about 1870. The track is still in use today; it has been used as a venue in two Olympiads, and is one of the few natural weather tracks that do not depend on artificial refrigeration. Its success eventually enabled Badrutt to build the Palace Hotel; he was able to retain the popular Krup Hotel, which catered for different clientele and brought in competition as Alpine winter tourism increased in popularity.

The first organized meeting of the sport took place in 1883 in Switzerland. In 1913, the Internationale Schlittensportverband or International Sled Sports Federation, was founded in Dresden (Germany). This body governed the sport until 1935, when it was incorporated in the Fédération Internationale de Bobsleigh et de Tobogganing (FIBT, International Bobsleigh and Tobogganing Federation). After it had been decided that luge would replace the sport of skeleton at the Olympic Games, the first World Championships in the sport were held in 1955 in Oslo (Norway). In 1957, the Fédération Internationale de Luge de Course (FIL, International Luge Federation) is founded. Luge events were first included in the Olympic Winter Games in 1964.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._Claus

Mrs. Claus is a folk hero, and is the wife of Santa Claus in many modern versions of the Santa Claus legend.

In many current versions of the mythos, Mrs. Claus lives with her husband and assists with the production of Santa's toys, sometimes overseeing their production by Santa's elves. Mrs. Claus is also shown as enjoying baking. She is usually depicted as being fairly heavy-set like her husband, with white hair in a bun-style hairdo, a red dress, white apron, and (in some depictions) eyeglasses.In more moden times, in some media, Mrs. Clause often assumes a more 'sexy' appearnce complete with more revealing outfit, and more youthful and slimmer appearance. It has been postulated by some that her maiden name was Mary Christmas, an obvious pun.

Mrs. Claus was created in poetry by Katherine Lee Bates, author of America the Beautiful, in Goody Santa Claus on a Sleigh Ride in her book: Sunshine and other Verses for Children, published in 1889.



The actress who portrays the "Cindy" character and who was a cheerleader I thinks, forms a 3-3-4 clue with me. The script I found on the internet had some other details I found interesting but I didn't see those in the movie. This actress had a lead role in the 1984 "Night Of The Comet" and as I described earlier, I think I incorporated Phoebe and me into that movie as "Brian" and "Sarah" to represent when we were 7 and 11 years old. The part about "Sarah" going to live forever with Santa Claus is a reference, I assume, to Phoebe and I being married.

From 3/3/1959 to 12/30/1960 is: 668 days

668 / 2 = 334

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0549526/

Kelli Maroney
Date of Birth: 30 December 1960
Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982) .... Cindy



From 3/3/1959 to 3/23/1962 is: 159 weeks, 3 days

1-59-3

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0942486/

Jenny Wright
Date of Birth: 23 March 1962
Pink Floyd The Wall (1982) .... American Groupie



From 7/2/1976 to 12/8/1979 is: 159 days, 3 years

1-59-3

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_wall

Released

November 28, 1979 (UK)

December 8, 1979 (U.S.)

The Wall is an album by the English rock band Pink Floyd, released in 1979. Hailed by critics and fans as one of Pink Floyd's best albums, the album is widely regarded as a rock classic, and its morbid anthems have inspired many contemporary rock musicians. The album is included in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.[1]

The Wall was the last Pink Floyd album to feature Richard Wright until his return in 1987. By the time the album was being recorded, Roger Waters had tightened his grip on the band and demanded near-complete artistic control, creating tensions within the band. On January 29th 1999, the RIAA certified The Wall at 23x platinum, denoting shipments of 23 million copies in the United States alone, making it the band's best-selling album there. Internationally, the album has sold an estimated 30 million copies worldwide (60 million discs) which makes it the best-selling multiple-disc album of all-time. The album reached #1 on the Billboard album charts in the U.S. where it stayed for 15 consecutive weeks. The album would remain on the U.S. charts for two years. However, the album peaked at #3 in the band's native UK.

"Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)" was the band's only number one single from The Wall, reaching #1 in both the UK and the US. Around the world, the album produced a number of hit singles for Pink Floyd, including "Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)", "Young Lust", "Hey You", "Comfortably Numb" and "Run Like Hell".










----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry

To: House

Sent: Sunday, August 12, 2007 3:41:31 PM

Subject: Jim Croce



This all seems important but I can't figure out why. I wonder why I have artificial and symbolic memories of hearing his music. Every time I think of this, I think of that scene in "An Officer And A Gentleman" where "Paula" is trying to call "Zack" on the phone. I also think of a similar element to a Pink Floyd song from "The Wall." It could be this has something to do with me being in Vietnam.

I can still visualize being there in that trailer in De Queen hearing Thedia listening to Jim Croce songs. I wonder if I wrote these lyrics for Phoebe. It could be that I promised to visit her not long after 1970 but I wasn't able to make it there because I was in Vietnam. I couldn't tell her about any of that. And that in turn, reminds me of a feeling that comes over me lately that I have been tricked into talking about this stuff.

I wonder if this has something to do with why I "remember" Jim Croce:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Croce

Croce was born in South Philadelphia. He graduated from Upper Darby High School in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania in 1960 where in 1966, he was the first former student to be added to the Upper Darby High School's Wall of Fame. While attending Villanova University (1965 graduate), Croce was a student deejay at WXVU[1], became interested in becoming a professional musician, and met his future wife, Ingrid Jacobson, at a hootenanny at Convention Hall in Philadelphia, where he was a judge for a contest.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Don%27t_Mess_Around_With_Jim

Released May 1972

You Don't Mess Around with Jim is an album by American singer-songwriter Jim Croce, released in 1972 (See 1972 in music). The title track and "Time in a Bottle" are two of his most identifying songs.

"Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels)"

http://www.lyrics007.com/Jim%20Croce%20Lyrics/Operator%20Lyrics.html

Title: Jim Croce - Operator lyrics

Operator, oh could you help me place this call
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She’s livin’ in l.a.
With my best old ex-friend ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated
Isn’t that the way they say it goes
But let’s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell them I’m fine and to show
I’ve overcome the blow
I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
But that’s not the way it feels
Operator, oh could you help me place this call
’cause I can’t read the number that you just gave me
There’s something in my eye’s
You know it happens every time
I think about the love that i thought would save me
Isn’t that the way they say it goes
But let’s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell them I’m fine and to show
I’ve overcome the blow
I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn’t real
But that’s not the way it feels
Operato,r oh let’s forget about this call
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk you
Thank you for your time
Oh you’ve been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime
Isn’t that the way they say it goes
But let’s forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell them I’m fine and to show
I’ve overcome the blow
I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn’t real
But that’s not the way it feels










----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry

To: House

Sent: Sunday, August 12, 2007 5:25:17 PM

Subject: Fw: Journal May 25, 2006




That recent photo about the recovered aircraft from WW2, along with some other photos I have seen, makes me wonder if my F-16 Falcon was found recently, assuming any of that even happened, that is. I am thinking they found it in the Tigris River and that I had been hit by anti-aircraft fire on 6/8/1981 when I went back by myself to finish the job on Osirak. When I saw that photo about the recovered aircraft in Sigonella, I remembered what I had written here about being in Sicily, which would have been the USN base in Sigonella. I can't remember enough to articulate everything I want to say, but it makes sense to me; I just can't explain why.

I have also been thinking about that scene in "The Last Boy Scout" where that one guy explains that Bruce Willis's character's "lies have 80% truth to them" and that also seems very familiar. I have been thinking that is something the CIA would understand.

http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070808-N-2858G-043.jpg

070808-N-2858G-043 SIGONELLA, Sicily (Aug. 8, 2007) - Sailors assigned to Naval Air Station Sigonella inspected the wreckage of a World War II aircraft that was caught in a fishing boat's net off the coast of Sicily. The aircraft is being checked for identifying markings in hopes of discovering information regarding the planes mission and occupant. NAS Sigonella provides logistical support for Commander, 6th Fleet and North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO) forces in the Mediterranean area. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Gunnar C. Gorder (RELEASED)

----- Forwarded Message ----

From: Kerry Burgess kerrywburgess@yahoo.com

To: Kerry Burgess kerrywburgess@yahoo.com

Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 3:11:36 PM

Subject: Journal May 25, 2006

I'm feeling more comfortable, confident even, that this stuff I am remembering is true. There is still something I am missing though. I suspect that it is something I have to figure out, to remember, to recognize, on my own. It is something I will know when I see. For a while, sometime ago, I was thinking to myself something about how this wasn't over til "the bat lady sings," but I don't know what that means precisely, other than a variation of the well-known phrase. I feel the answer is somewhere in my memory, if I could just grasp it. I felt like I almost remembered something last night, something I wrote more about in my notes, but not sure if I will put it in here. I can't remember that thought now, but it was some kind of family choice, and that half-remembered choice was reflected in something later, but I can't remember.

Anyway, first in my notes last night was to remember a girlfriend I had when I was going to a Navy school in Great Lakes, outside Chicago. I am convinced she does not really exist and the memory I have of her represents something and/or someone else. Her name was Diane Broch, a name which, the first descriptor word that comes to mind is comfortably, reminds me of that movie Erin Brockovich. She was going to Valparaiso University in Indiana when we started dating and then later went to work for the IRS. Her mother once called me "Jerry." When Diane and I first started dating, we were sitting in my Explorer pickup one night after the dance club we were at closed. I reached under her skirt at one point, but she told me she wasn't that kind of girl, so I stopped. She was happily explaining to her friends some time later about how I had put her skirt back in place after I had pulled it aside. Later, I traded in my brown Explorer for a brand new 1986.5 red Nissan XP. Hurricane Hugo later flooded that pickup and it was totaled. My roommate, the guy from Hollywood, told me I should have left it parked at our apartment instead of on the base and it would not have been damaged. I remember thinking many times I wish I had done that. I dumped Diane for another girl, who then dumped me when I came back from the Persian Gulf.

So much went wrong after returning from the Persian Gulf, in my memory. Among everything that went wrong, is something trivial that may actually mean something a lot more complicated than I realize. After we returned to homeport in Charleston, I couldn't drive my Nissan pickup because the license tags had expired. There is something more to that than I can explain. On the surface, it reminds me of a great desire to get out and drive to clear out my head, but it may represent something else as well that I can't remember. When I was writing about this in my notes last night, I was wondering if there is some similarity to the part in that movie Flight Of The Intruder, in that he was grounded for his rogue mission. Who knows, I sure don't. It seems too crazy to be true.

None of these people actually exist I realize now, but I remember something about returning from the P.G. and hearing my girlfriends sister saying something about me not being welcome in their house. One of their family friends standing there said though that I was always welcome in her house.

I wonder about the significance of my memory of having an affair with the mother of my Hollywood-native roommate, Jim Shea. That was around the time I was seeing that girl back in my hometown and she and my roommate's mother had the same first name.

A few years later I have a fling for a while with a woman who was referred to as C.C., because that was a variation of her first name. Something seems important about that, but can't figure out why.

Before I married my future ex-wife, the person I asked to be the best man was, you guessed it, Mark Mogge. Tracie and I ended up just going to the Justice of the Peace though and didn't have a chapel wedding and it was only the two of us there.

Tracie and I first went out on a December 7th. I think it was 1991. I think it was a Christmas party at the bank we worked at. Her job was to stock cash in the ATMs for the western part of the region I covered. When there was a problem with the machines, she called me out to make repairs. She was an avid softball player before we started dating.

What is it that is blocking my memory of my real life???? I don't even know what is my real name. Theda is not my mother. Melissa is not my sister. My nieces aren't my family. It is mind-boggling. I thought I knew what was loneliness, but this is just unreal. This is loneliness beyond comprehension.

I was thinking last night, as I was writing my notes, about that part of the series finale of ST:TNG. The solution is probably in there too, somewhere. Picard was asking about the Stardate, what's the Stardate? At the end, he is playing poker with his staff. I remember playing poker in Missile Plot on the Wainwright. I rememeber something like people looking dazzled at some kind of card trick I knew, no one else could even come close to the same level as I. Picard said he should have done that a long time ago. Troi said he was always welcome. The episode consisted of past, present, and future versions of them and the ship. Only the future version survives the procedure, but then Picard is returned to his present self, at least I think that is how it goes. In the future, he was married to Crusher.

That memory of the doctor tearing through the flesh on my hip is probably only representative of some other reality. I looked at scar as best as I could last night, if looks like someone made a careful incision, although some of the scar is not consistent, as it is a little wider at places. I was wondering if it started as some kind of puncture and then a surgeon had to make some kind of repair to the joint. Those 3 cortizones shots I remember may not reflect reality, perhaps they represent being stabbed with something, it was certainly painful. I figure the memories were transformed from memories of being tortured to memories of being cared for by a doctor. There is a certain logic to that. But who the hell knows. I don't know what the hell it all means.

WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER!!!!

What is the significance of the second vehicle I had, which was a 1967 blue Chevrolet pickup? As with the ford, the Chevrolet wasn't that great looking, but I cleaned it and people started complimenting it. I like the Ford a lot better than the Chevrolet, but the latter did have a more powerful engine. It was a V-8 with dual exhaust instead of the straight-6 and single-exhaust on the Ford. I put many late nights into rebuilding the engine on the Chevrolet. One of my high school friends, Pokey, who was a cousin of my girlfriend, R.R., ran my pickup into the river the night of graduation when we were drunk.

I have this memory of Theda (properly spelled as Thedia) commenting on how my girlfriends were always named Tracy or Amanda. That wasn't true, I remember thinking, but some of my more important girlfriends had those names. Tracey was the name of a girlfriend from Wisconsin who was also stationed in Charleston when I was on the Taylor. I think she was a Hull Technician. Then there was Amanda, from Scotland, Aberdeen I think, who broke up with me after I returned from the P.G. I had some other girlfriends in between with different names, but my ex-wife was named Tracie and her daughter was named Amanda.

I loved that little kid and it is a horrible feeling to know now that she doesn't exist. It was bad enough that I never got to see her again, but now I know she never existed. And I wonder, greatly, if she represents someone else in my real life. I can remember this one time, it was Christmas Eve. Tracie and I were assembly toys for Amanda at Tracies parents house. I got called into work and after I got through, I called Tracie and told her I wasn't going to drive back because I was a long ways away. Tracie was disappointed and wanted me to come back. I told her I wasn't coming back but then I changed my mind and drove back. I remember assembling a red wagon for Amanda. That reminds me a red wagon I had at Homer's farm outside Antler's and my sister had a smaller green wagon. I thought more about that the other day when I saw an image in a news article where some company was testing a spacesuit designed for a Mars expedition and the person had a red wagon nearby. The first toy I gave her was one of those mechanical little yapping dogs and it was funny, or something like heart-wrenching in my memory, to watch her trying to hug it.

In 1995, when I had just started as a contract worker at Microsoft, one of the instructions in the training class we were in asked me what I thought about the new television series, JAG. I can't remember precisely what I said in response, but I remember clearly stating that I thought it was "stupid," and he seemed to not like my response. I can't remember that guys name now, but I remember we drove vehicle's that looked exactly alike.

My last port in the Navy was the French Riveria. I was disappointed that we had just missed the famous car race that happens there, the Gran Prix I think it is. When I left the ship, we were anchored off the coast and they took me into port in the Captain's gig. I was very hung over. Then they took me to the airport, in Toulon I think, and I had to ride in the back of the mail truck, sitting on boxes. From there, I took off one a military flight, but they landed shortly after take off because of some mechanical problem and I was stuck there for a long time before we took off again. There is also some memory here about Sicily, but I'm not sure what that is about, I had to stay there for a while, there is almost something like a pleasant memory that won't come up to the surface associated with that time. There was something there about being by myself.

There was some kind of choice I made. Some kind of family choice. I just can't remember it. Something about my work and my family. I have remembered lately about someone telling me how my father regretted that he left my mother.

Who is LaQuita supposed to represent? I liked her, but in my memory, when she wanted to get closer, I told her something about not having enough time because there was a lot of hunting and fishing I wanted to do. I remember fondly though the times we were together and remember thinking many times afterwards that I shouldn't have done her like that.

I caught an interesting episode of Futurama last night. The interesting part was where Fry was talking to the bureaucrat and she told him he should have made the request 20 years ago.

Is it possible that I was stationed in London at some point? That would explain the Whitehall detail. I do have memory of London that is probably there to deflect something about reality. And of course, Mogge was there. We were posing in front of a statue that I think is in front of Buckingham Palace.

That probably means too, that my memory of swimming in the ocean is much different than I remember. I remember being out by myself and I saw a pair of dorsal fins behind me, much to my surprise. But there is something about feeling surprised, almost like I was told to feel surprised, or that the normal reaction was to feel surprised to see the fins, but then I was relieved to see that they were dolphins, or porpoises, whatever I can't remember the difference. I also remember watching the sea snakes floating in the water from the deck of the Wainwright.

Since I heard it again this morning, I have been thinking of that song "Free Falling" from Tom Petty.

I suspect I have been in therapy for something for a long time and this is a mechanism of treatment.










----- Original Message ----

From: Kerry

To: House

Sent: Sunday, August 12, 2007 8:27:27 PM

Subject: Chad




Re: Journal June 18, 2006

When I went for a walk a while back, I was thinking of that episode where all the characters in DS9 are back in time, an alternate reality in the past, as writers for a sci-fi magazine. Very intriquing episode. There was also that episode where Sisko is trapped in time and his son works all his life trying to get him out.

I was thinking a few hours ago about what I wrote a while back about going home after returning from the Persian Gulf in 1988. I am thinking now, although I still don't remember the events, that this memory represents Ronald Reagan moving out of the White House. That would have happened in 1989, but 1988 is symbolic of the election and the end of his term limit.

When I was home in 1994 for the class reunion, I was riding someplace in Chad's car and there were two other guys with us. One guy was named J.B, I think, can't remember his name.

I've thinking more over that past few days about catching that building manager at Limestone entering my apartment announced that time. I think that was Feb 2001. And I have also been thinking about how they had that constuction set up at Verona and could have been entering my apartment at any time.

I also have been wanting to try to remember if there have been more close calls, such as 12/23/01 and 2/1/02, but something seems to be blocking my thought processes. It feels like a wall is there when I start trying to think about it. It is a weird feeling, to even realize something is there blocking my thoughts. It is like something I have to prepare to engage. I have to start thinking for a while about starting to think about it in order to make progress.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: (undated)

There actually is an exit scar on my left hand. It's a lot smaller than the top scar. The thought entered my mind that I flipped my middle finger to someone and that stabbed that knucle with some kind of spike. There more I think about it, I think it was a long thin flat blade screwdriver and it didn't make much of an exit scar because my hand was flat against a table. There is also a scar on the side of my right wrist that I remember from when I was in a day care center and was burned when some hot apple pie fell onto my hand.

There is also memory of when I was in Gitmo on the Taylor for shakedown and I was angry about something. I was hitting a stop sign next to the road with my hand and I was hitting it so hard I was thinking that I was really going to regret that damage to my hand when I was an old man.

And that old round scar on my left forearm probably explains something about my left elbow. I suspect the scar is from a bullet that came out through my elbow. There is a tender place where there seems to be a chip missing. And I remember feeling like there were some loose chips in there but I can't remember any kind of injury that could produce something like that. There is that toe that has a scar like it was almost cut off. That scar above my right eye that my mother told me I got when trying to escape through a window and I cut it on the ledge. I seem to recall a nasty cut behind one my ears.

I've been thinking the past couple days about the symbolism behind the contract work I was doing for Sears a long time ago. It was a guy from the Memphis office that worked out the contract. Usually, I would drive from Greenville, SC, up to Asheville, NC, and work out of their service center. One day, I think this happened several times but I remember best the first time, I made a house call, which was unusal. I have been wondering if this is supposed to represent me bombing Iraq one time. I wonder if I took the initiative to bomb, maybe a barracks or a palace, as a measure of retaliation for hitting the Stark in '87. I also wonder if I called them and told them what I was going to do. I don't remember anything about air operations, other than maybe what I've seen on tv, but I am wondering if I called up on the Guard channel, not sure if there are more than one frequency for that, and told them what I was going to bomb. I am wondering if I wanted to at least give them a sporting chance of not dying in their underwear, unlike our sailors on the Stark. That may be why I have that memory of wanting to have clothes with me if our ship got hit. If I did something like that, I hope I did call them first and let them know. That is reckless to do under virtually all other circumstances, but if I was doing what I think I was doing, that would have been the right thing to do.

They "accidentally" hit our ship and killed our sailors. I called them up and told them I was coming in to "accidentally" bomb their barracks. It sounds good for a movie, but in real life, they just bomb us again and we bomb them again and it never stops. It's just senseless killing over and over.

Damn, I think that is what happened. They incorporated what I did into Flight Of The Intruder. Assuming it is true that I warned them of my intentions first, they incorporated that into that part where Grafton didn't arm the bombs first and they really opened up on him when he came through because they were alerted. Then, that part where Cole talks about keeping the faith. Maybe that memory of the roof liner falling on my head in Donald Mills truck represents getting hit by AAA or something. I wonder though if some experiences are mixed into other memories. That part of me demolishing those concrete steps most probably represents the strike on Osirq in '81, although I have no direct memory of it or even of ever flying any kind of aircraft. But the part about the crying kid and the father blaming me for hitting her with shrapnel, which didn't happen, seems to be from something else. The empty trailer lot suggests to me that it was the strike on Osiraq before they put the radioactive elements into it.

I remember too, and wonder what it means, that time Jim Shea, formerly of Hollywood, was thrown into the brig on bread and water.

I also wonder who Chad Trammel is supposed to represent. I thought of him again when I was opening to Lethal Weapon 2 and Riggs was jamming down the gas pedal. I did that in Chad's car back in 9th or 10th grade. I had some kind of speaker out the window, I was trying to make some kind of Mr. Microphone sort of device. I remember we recorded it all on tape. Trammel, when I saw him in '94 at our 10 year reunion, was a lawyer in the Air Force. He was telling me something about standing near B-52s at Barkesly I think it was, and the thought comes to mind, although I'm not sure from where, that he was saying something about kicking the tires. Back in '94, when I told him I was repairing ATM machines, he asked me if I ever thought about doing something else, as though he expected me to be doing more. He and Jimmi Anne Armstrong were going into a bar one night during our get together and I said "let's light this place up." It seemed like a silly thing to say, I thought afterwards.

I'll certainly have a lot of time, well, a couple weeks at least til my food runs out or I get eaten by a bear or some psycho cuts my throat, which ever comes first, to think more about all this.

And I remember somthing about a version of the A-6 Intruder that was a TRAM. Something like A-6 TRAM. That El Camino and Donald Mill's truck would be good symbols for an A-6. We called that old railroad track the "tram." It was a corridor that ran though the woods well behind the house on Hicks Road. All the bridges were missing.

I am assuming that the 9-point actually represents Osiraq and it didn't move in from my right, rather it was to my right and I maneuvered to line up on it. The deer standing there looking at me represents me moving towards the facility. I guess I either 3 of my 4 weapons missed or I missed on the first 3 passes before nailing it on the 4th. There were other aircraft on that raid, as I have read, so I guess they all made passes and hit their own symbolic deers.

There was some question about whether it was an 8-point or a 9-point but Amrus said that if you could hang a ring on the point in question, which we could, then it counted as an antler point.

In my artificial memory, for a long time, early '90s I think, I used the word "shrike" as a password. I think that was the missile they used in FOTI to destroy SAM sites before they went to the so-called "SAM City."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AGM-45_Shrike

AGM-45 Shrike is an anti-radiation missile designed to home in on hostile antiaircraft radars.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: OJT (undated)

OJT

Operation Eagle Claw - April 24, 1980

Operation Opera - June 7, 1981

HMS Sheffield - May 5, 1982

Bekaa Valley - June 9, 1982

Operation Urgent Fury - October 25, 1983

Afghanistan - ?1984,1985,1986,1987?

Gulf of Sidra ? - March 24, 1986

Samuel B. Roberts - April 14, 1988

Operation Just Cause - December 20, 1989

Operation Desert Storm - April 11, 1991

Mogadishu ? - 1993

Sarajevo!!???? - ?1992,1993?

Haiti (Operation Uphold Democracy) ? - 1994

Microsoft - 2004



http://orbat.com/site/history/historical/libya/eldoradocanyon1986.html

The US retaliated with Operation Eldorado Canyon.

The operation was launched from UK bases and the 6th Fleet on April 15, 1986. The airstrike was delivered starting at 0200 April 16, 1986. Five targets were attacked, the first four because the US believed them to be associated with Libyan terrorist operations, and the last for force protection.


Ah, yes, I have that memory of seeing all those other Navy combat ships assembled together in the Med that time. I told someone a few years ago about it, that it looked like something from WW2.


Maybe this is why my memory holds a buddy from school named Chad Trammel:

Another target of the Prairie Fire was to send a strong signal to Tripolis, that its adventures in Chad - where Libya started a whole all-out invasion in early 1986 - would also not be accepted without any response.


I've been thinking a while about that Danny Glover movie "Bat 21" from 1988. I looked it up today and was reminded of a guy I went to school with. His name was Todd Hambleton. He called me one time when I was home on leave to talk to me about the Navy as he had enlisted earlier and was waiting for his departure to boot camp.


Seattle Times, page A-1, May 4, 1982

Argentines sink British destoyer

British Sea Harrier fighter jet was shot down and its pilot killed by Argentine forces today in the battle for the Falkland Islands

the [General Belgrano] crew made a formation on deck and climbed into lifeboats, which later were tied together in a "train" to prevent their separation in the icy, windy seas



Seattle Times, page A-1, April 30, 1982

U.S. Backs Britain on Falklands

Argentina 'stupefied'



I saw a photo of one of these photos a few days ago and it reminded me of an antenna I was constructing on our roof back in De Queen as a kid.

http://www.dodmedia.osd.mil/Assets/1984/Air_Force/DF-ST-84-04760.JPG

A view of communications equipment set up in the Sudanese air force area during Arid Farmar, a deployment made in response to Libyan activities in CHAD. Camouflage netting is being used to conceal part of the operation.

Date Shot: 15 Aug 1983



I have been thinking a while about the first snake I killed. I was eating a steak for dinner later and I found it very unappetizing because it reminded me of the snake.

I have been wondering about those values on my work history report, those first two years at Mills Store. The first year has an entry of 1053 and the second year has an entry of 1693. The first thing I noticed was that they have a difference of 640. Today I noticed that 10.53 Latitude and 16.93 Longitude is in the country of Chad. Not sure what that means. There was that guy I went to high school named Chad Trammel. I also noted that there was a version of the A-6 Intruder that used the designation TRAM.

http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?searchtype=address&formtype=address&latlongtype=decimal&latitude=10.53&longitude=16.93

And it doesn't make sense they would encode something about the country of Chad into those first two years. I suspect I was in the country of Chad, but several years into my career. Although I still don't remember anything.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: July 31, 2006

I have this notion that I was on STS-87 and it is curious that they have this imagery of the country of Chad as I think something happened to me there.

http://spaceflight1.nasa.gov/gallery/images/shuttle/sts-87/html/sts087-717-075.html

STS087-717-075 (19 November – 5 December 1997) --- Featured in this view is the Tibesti Massif in northern Chad in central Saharan Africa is a very large mountain range of old, dark, hard rocks, which is surrounded by sand seas.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 5, 2006

For some reason, i have thinking that i was shot down in Chad and then made my way across Africa to Djibouti where I got a ride with the Stark. I don't actually remember doing anything like that, but there must be a reason I'm thinking it. There must also be a reason I remember Djibouti. But I think it is the lack of memories, rather the memory of being there but nothing happened, that is the clue. Somewhere along the way, I was held captive and may have even been literally thrown to the lions. I keep thinking about Costner's "Robin Hood" and how Morgan Freeman's character alway called him "Christian" which seems to resonate in my mind as "throw the Christians to the lions." There is that scene in Star Wars where Natalie Portman's character and the other fight those creatures in the stadium. I'm thinking that some of my nieces and daughters would take on roles that illustrate some of my past experiences. I think it was with "Starship Troopers" that I started thinking that. I'm not sure how I know, or if I even do, Denise Richards, but I think her character had some of my characteristics, in that my sister or daughters would have the same talents I have.


This is interesting, the part about the joke. Maybe it's nothing or maybe it reflects that I had been discovered alive after a long period of people thinking I was dead. HEY Could that be why I have the memory....I wrote about it a while back. I was talking to my brother, Kevin, and he was telling me he didn't think our dad was dead. I believed he was dead, but it was a closed casket, so the memory of Kevin telling me that persisted. I was writing a while back that my father Joseph, may actually represent me in some regards.

http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1987/051887a.htm

Remarks at the Presentation Ceremony for the ``E'' and ``E Star'' Awards

May 18, 1987

Secretary Baldrige, Ambassador Yeutter, and Secretary Lyng, good morning to all of you. It's a great pleasure to have all of you here, not only to celebrate World Trade Week but to celebrate you, the men and women at the cutting edge of American competitiveness. One of America's greatest assets is the skill and professionalism of its businessmen and women, and entrepreneurs. The can-do spirit of our business community is in stark contrast to the inefficiency and poor performance often associated with other economic systems.

Of course, mistakes do happen. You know the story of the fellow who ordered a bouquet of flowers to be sent to the opening of his friend's new branch office. And when he got there, he was shocked to see flowers with the inscription, ``Rest in peace.'' [Laughter] He was so outraged that on the way home he stopped at the florist to complain. And the florist said, ``Just think of it this way, today someone in this city was buried beneath a flower arrangement with the inscription, `Good luck in your new location.''' [Laughter]



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 10, 2006

Why do I have these thoughts about a jet trying to strafe me as I was floating down to the ground in a parachute. I see myself, through my eyes, shooting at the canopy of the jet with my pistol.

I just realized how close together is the Challenger disaster and 2/14/86. The Challenger exploded on 1/28/86. That is only about 2 weeks before 2/14/86. I've wrote about 2/14/86 thinking it was the day I was shot down over Libya or maybe Chad, perhaps in an A-6(TRAM). These documents in Reagans library make me think that is true. One reason is because I remember my sister, Margret Melissa Burgess, was born on 2/14/68. There must be a reason I remember that. Also, that mental image I have of watching the SRBs flying away from Challenger after it exploded. There must be a reason that something, as I am better understanding now, has been reminding me to remember that image of the SRBs. I'll bet it is a mechanism implanted in my memory because two very large missiles were fired at me and that memory of Challenger exploding deflects my memory of reality. There must be a reason my mind tells me to remember that I was in Portland on 1/28/86 in a hotel room watching as the Challenger exploded.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster


http://www.reagan.utexas.edu/archives/speeches/1986/86feb.htm

February 14, 1986

Message to the House of Representatives Returning Without Approval a United States Coast Guard Bill

Executive Order 12548 -- Grazing Fees

Message on the Observance of Brotherhood/Sisterhood Week, February 16 - 22, 1986



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/1/2006 3:07 PM

My theory about the “Sea Service” section on my DD-214 may really reflect the time Thomas Ray was an F-14 pilot in the fleet.

I realized something very important this morning about that period of 3 years, 9 months, 10 days. That time period is completely consistent with other dates I have recorded about the life of Thomas Ray. Aside from a leap year error in my calculation, the time difference between the day after the Sheffield hit, 5/5/82, and the date I have started thinking I was shot down over Libya or Chad, 2/14/86, is 3 years, 9 months, 10 days.

10/1/2006 10:04 PM
I just awoke with this notion, which would probably indicate its significance. I have written that I was shot down over Libya or Chad on 2/14/86. I wrote further that I was then declared legally dead on 11/25/86 because they lost contact with me. The difference between those two dates is 9 months, 11 days.

10/1/2006 10:10 PM
Of the worst parts of the day, I hate most this upcoming time period when I don’t have computer access.

10/1/2006 10:20 PM

When they made that “3 years 9 months 10 days” calculation, leap year was not a factor. Someone just looked at a calendar, counted ahead 3 years and then 9 months, and then subtracted 4 from 14. I assume that I arrived on the Sheffield on the 4th day of May 1982, and then was shot down on the 14th day of Feb. 1986. Most of that time, I assume was assigned to a Carrier Air Wing.

10/4/2006 12:48 PM
I wrote about this TNG episode “Conundrum” back on 5/18/06 from the perception of Kerry Burgess. That was soon after May 9th, but at that time, I think I was only just then beginning to question whether my memory was correct about past locations I had lived. At that time, I wasn’t yet questioning whether Thedia was really even my real mother. Looking at this episode again today, something stands out in my mind. It is production number 214 and the Stardate of the episode is 2368, according to the wiki article. I remember my sister’s birthday as 2/14/68 and I started thinking that I was shot down over Libya or Chad on 2/14/86.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conundrum_%28TNG_episode%29

After being scanned by an unknown alien spaceship, the Enterprise crew discover both their memories, along with those of the ship's computer, have been partially erased. Although they retain their practical knowledge and skills, none of the crew can remember who their fellow crewmates are, and have forgotten their own identities.

10/4/2006 12:58 PM
I was also writing about the TNG episode “Clues” on May 18th and I didn’t seem to understand at that point what the 1967 vehicles represented although I seemed to be beginning to think about their symbolic value. I also recognize this common theme:

May 18, 2006

Even more weird, this stuff seems to be just appearing in my mind lately, not sure how to describe it. It's like a light switch being turned on and this stuff......I don't know, it just feels right. But it also feels like there is more, a lot more. I wonder, worry really, that everything I remember is false. Where I have a memory of doing something, it was actually me watching someone else do that action. While I remember a certain event as happening one way, there is a seed of truth to that event, but it happened completely different than I remember.

10/4/2006 1:09 PM
Date: Fri, 19 May 2006 10:02:20

…She wrote something about me being the "top guy" in the Navy. That's one letter off from "Top Gun."

Unknown date of entry in same message:

I've started thinking about the similarities between my father and step-brother and Picards brother and nephew. And there's the image of movie poster from Generations that I just saw: two captains, one destiny. There's the "major" that shows up, I hear people stressing something about "marine air." What does it mean? I'm getting this weird sense that I have a wife and maybe even kid(s) somewhere, which troubles me somewhat. If that is true I hope my memory clicks into place somewhere along the line and I don't have to see them as strangers. It feels weird.

10/4/2006 1:21 PM
I mentioned something about an F-16 pilot on May 20th, but I am not certain if I was thinking of myself as an F-16 pilot at that point or if I started thinking about that later.

10/4/2006 1:23 PM
Oh…I actually was thinking of being a pilot by then. Here’s part of an entry from the 21st, which I thought was humorous as I just now read back over it:

Journal May 21, 2006

I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.

10/4/2006 7:29 PM
There were a lot of details in a dream I had, seems to have been two dreams, just before I woke up but I don’t feel like writing about them. I did feel better after I awoke when I thought one part of the dreams. I realized that Adora was writing in her own comments in my journal. After awhile though, I started having concerns about the nature of interacting with me at this point. Even with her advanced abilities, I am concerned about the perceptions about strangers that could be created in her mind while I am still in a stage of not actually remembering my life as Thomas Ray. I think it is best to limit her knowledge of this confusing state of my existence.

I have no freaking idea where that last part came from. I am so confused. Did I write that? It makes no sense.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/7/2006 1:34 PM

I have thought about this movie a couple times recently. I think it was also in my small collection of DVD’s that I lost control of as a result of this crime you are witnessing, so that probably means something. There are several elements of this movie that come to mind. One is that date, which according to the wiki article, was released on 2/18/00. I am thinking I was shot down over Libya or Chad on 2/14/00. There is also something about the date February 18th, but I am not sure what it means. The second element is about the plot element of the craft crashing in the desert and them trying to survive. There is also the element of the prisoner. And there is the title itself. It reminds me of what I wrote about when my red Ford was stuck in the mud and I had to walk in total darkness to find someone to tow it out. It was so dark that I only knew I was still on the road and not walking out into the trees was by the crunching sound of the gravel under my boots.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pitch_Black

As the movie opens, The Hunter Gratzner, a passenger spacecraft, accidentally crosses through a meteor shower and suffers catastrophic damage and loss of life. The docking pilot, onboard, wants to dump the passenger cabin so the crew can survive. The navigator keeps her from doing so. The ship crash-lands on a strange desert planet and, with most of the ship destroyed, only 12 people survive. Two crewmen survive, the docking pilot and navigator, but the navigator is killed shortly after the crash when he is impaled by a lever. Among the survivors are: a dangerous criminal (Richard B. Riddick, headed for a new prison), his captor (Johns), the surviving pilot (Fry); a Muslim imam with three young sons, a young stowaway named Jack, an antique dealer named Paris, and two settlers, Zeke and Shazza.

10/27/2006 6:52 PM
Re: Journal June 8, 2006, Supplemental

In the movie An Officer And A Gentleman, the young Mayo goes to live with his father in the Philipines. I don't think it is a coincidence that Maureen's first husband was named John Filippone.

I've been thinking about something the person I remember as my mother said to me a long time ago. She came to visit me in Bellevue one time, I think it was 2001, I'm pretty sure it was right after that earthquake. She told me her boss was letting her take a business trip out to Bellevue because she hadn't seen me in a while and was worried about me. I remember commenting to her about how this was the first time she had actually been to my home. She had never before visited any place I had lived. I remember when I first saw her at the airport, she drew attention to her new hairstyle, which was a lot shorter than she had always worn it. I took off my cap and showed her that mine was shorter too, as I had earlier started shaving it all off. Funny story, I got the idea watching a tv movie about Genghis Khan and his sidekick had a shaved head and I thought that was probably how I would look. I remember noting that "Mom" didn't seem surprised I had shaved my head, as though she knew about it already. So anyway, as I looked at this picture several times over the past few weeks, I find myself thinking about the resemblance to Theda. When was it I had that physical with the doctor in Bellevue and he commented that the objects on my back, which turned out to be some kind of fibrous objects, were suspicious? There was also that comment the manager of Limestone made about Theda, something about "that person." I told her it was my mom but she seemed skeptical.

10/27/2006 7:02 PM
There is something else vague in memory about the term “fortnight” that I can’t quite grasp. There have been a few things lately that had me thinking about that term before I saw it written in that wiki article the other day. One of them is related to that “memory” of camping out with my half-brother and step-brothers that I now attribute to representing sleeping in a life raft after abandoning the Sheffield in 1982. When we were selecting that campsite, one of my step-brothers was insistent on sleeping within a tightly-grouped stand of evergreens and I envision that area as something of a fort where we spent the night. I think the first time I started thinking about “fortnight” was when I was studying the details about the USS Kauffman FFG-59 and I was wondering about the significance of it commissioning date of 2/28/87. I wondered if I could gain any insight about my status at that time in 1987, of which I have been writing that I was still lost somewhere in Africa at that time. I have been writing that I was shot down over Libya or Chad on 2/14/86 and I realized that 2/28 is exactly 14 days after the anniversary of that date, or a difference of a fortnight. There was another 14 day period that showed up somewhere else to that suggested to me a connection to the Sheffield but I need to think back to what that was.

10/30/2006 5:30 PM
That reminds me of something I said to Vince Maraia at Microsoft in February 2002. I told him that I had been feeling something like invincibility until I had that second bicycle accident on 2/1/02 and hit my head. He said something in response that suggests to me he knows who I really was but he said that I should be feeling invincible.

Had a vivid dream a few hours ago. The was several of us in training to rescue a hostage from a large group of armed men. The part I remember the most was of some kind of parachute training where I jumped off a tall building. I was wearing the khaki uniform of a U.S. Navy officer. I think Mogge was the guy I remember getting medical training. I didn’t really expect we were going to get the guy out alive but that was our objective.

10/30/2006 6:29 PM
I have been writing that I was shot down over Libya or Chad on February 14, 1986 and taken captive as a Prisoner Of War:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hart%27s_War

Release date(s) February 15, 2002

Hart's War

11/1/2006 6:48 PM
Good God! The Challenger exploded a short time before I think I was shot down over Libya or Chad on 2/14/86. I was writing a while back wondering whether I was supposed to be on the Challenger for that flight.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-33

Note: STS-33 was the original designation for the mission that became STS-51-L, Challenger’s last flight that ended in tragedy. After the disaster, NASA recycled the numbering system back to STS-26, which was the 26th shuttle mission and first after Challenger. There is no connection between Challenger’s STS-33 and this STS-33.

11/1/2006 6:51 PM
The Challenger blew up 17 days before that date of 2/14/86 which was when I think I was shot down over Libya or Chad.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-51-L

STS-51-L was a space shuttle mission by NASA using the Space Shuttle Challenger, launched January 28, 1986. The seven-member crew was killed 73 seconds after lift-off

11/1/2006 7:32 PM
I was wondering the other day if the people I “remember” making jokes about the deaths of the Challenger astronauts were actually my Libyan captors.

11/8/2006 11:51 PM
I’ve been thinking today about a “memory” where Chad Trammel was giving a speech to the student body as part of his campaign for class officer and he created quite a ruckus by stirring up the crowd by emulating the speaking patterns of Adolf Hitler. I have been thinking there may be some connection with other thoughts I am having today about that movie “Escape From L.A.” There was that scene where the terrorist is talking by video to the people that sent Plissken on his mission and they can see him in the background chained to a treadmill, I think it was. I wrote a while back that I was thinking something similar happened to me in the past. I wonder if that is a reference to “Escape From Libya” where L.A. and Libya are similar in that they both have an “L” and an “A” at the end.

11/9/2006 7:59 PM
I’ve been studying the map of mid-Africa to see if anything seems familiar but nothing really does. I did start thinking that never actually went into Libya, but it was Libyans soldiers in Chad that held me captive and tried to interrogate me. After I escaped, I went through the Dafur region on my way to Kenya. But I’m not sure, I may have been in Libya, and after I escaped, I went into the desert, which was the last place I thought they would look for me.

As I look at the map of Africa, I try to remember where I “remember” that Chad Trammel lived. I can’t remember for certain, but I think it was on Highway 32 west of Ashdown. As I was studying the map, I noticed CR-303 off Richmond Road which is off Hwy. 32 near where I think he lived. But I am not sure and want to say that he lived off CR-16, which is slightly farther west of Richmond Road.

11/9/2006 8:36 PM
I’ve got “memories” of spending a lot of time out in the woods at being very thirsty, but that could represent any number of experiences in my military experience as a Navy SEAL. I am thinking there should be one extreme experience that would stand out in my memory as representative of my escape from the Libyans.

11/9/2006 8:40 PM
Reading through this article on the section about the geography and climate, I began to wonder if that big river I remember near Joseph Burgess’s house near Asher, OK, is connected to this.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darfur

11/9/2006 8:49 PM

Maybe that river near Asher is actually my memory of the Nile River.

11/9/2006 8:51 PM
The one near Asher is labeled as the Canadian River.

11/9/2006 8:53 PM
I would have had to cross the Nile to reach Kenya from the Darfur region. Maybe that is the bridge I remember near Asher.

11/9/2006 8:57 PM
I found myself looking at the map of the White Nile near a town labeled Bor in Sudan. There seems to be a major running along the Nile below it, but I can’t see a bridge. On the other side of the river is a town labeled Minkamman, where the road seems to end. Maybe that is a ferry crossing. Although it may actually be a cargo loading area.

11/9/2006 9:32 PM
And my half-brother, Kevin Wayne Burgess, who grew up in that house near Asher, was married to a woman named Sarah, which just now reminds me of Sahara.

11/9/2006 9:43 PM
Maybe that is why “Star Trek V: The Final Frontier” started off on that desert planet. It was released on 6/9/89, and was the next movie after “Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home” which I think released while I was missing in action and maybe even presumed KIA. I have this sense that Qhadaffi told Reagan that he had killed me and dumped my body out in the desert somewhere.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek_V:_The_Final_Frontier

11/15/2006 12:33 PM
There’s a scene in this movie, when they are in the engine room I think, where the “Major West” character has a scar above his right eye just like mine.

When he spoke the line “Bogey one dispatched,” I was reminded of something very similar I wrote a few years ago.

Mimi Rogers portrays the “Maureen” character.

The line about “eight years of flight training” could be consistent with something I wrote a while back. I wrote that I had thoughts that I had first learned to fly a jet when I was eight years old. Since I would have been 16 when I launched from Earth on my mission in outer space, that would be a timeframe of 8 years.

Chad Trammel’s cousin’s first and last names were Precious Penny.

That was probably a twist of irony at the end where “John Robinson” watched his family die in the Jupiter 2. My family probably wanted me to know what it was like having to watch me blast off all those times in space craft or having to wonder if somewhere far away I had died that day in a violent explosion from anti-aircraft fire.

11/19/2006 8:54 AM
For two, maybe three times recently I have wondered about what I was wearing when Microsoft took my photo on 12/7/98 for my security badge. I was thinking about how the heavy long-sleeve shirt I was wearing could symbolize the USN because it was gray. But I didn’t catch on to the mock turtle-neck I was wearing under it. That undershirt was green and would symbolize wearing the green camouflage of a SEAL. There would also be some symbolism with the “Star Trek” uniforms that I think were in style in the series that were airing at that time.

11/19/2006 9:03 AM
I wrote awhile back about that day Clarence Defiesta was telling everybody within earshot that I was a Navy SEAL when we were upgrading our security badges. I commented to someone sometime later about my photo on the new badge. It was the same photo they took on 12/7/98 but it then had a red smudge on my head and I commented to someone that it reminded me of Mikhail Gorbechev.

11/20/2006 11:46 AM
As I was looking through this list, I suddenly “remembered” a detail about my assignment to the USS Taylor in 1984. I was supposed to report to the ship at the Bath Iron Works in Bath, Maine, but my orders were wrong and I was confused. The town of Bath was typed up as “Bathe” and I ended up going to Charleston, SC, since that was the city that was listed as the homeport. I am wondering if that “memory” is a clue about Batha, Chad.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subdivisions_of_Chad

03/05/07 2:11 AM
This occurred on a day 59 days after 4/14/87. It was also 30 days after 5/13/87, the date I think I finished my escape from Africa, and it reminds me of my theory that I had to literally kill a lion with my bare hands when I was thrown into a cage with one.

http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=34391&st=hungry&st1=

Remarks on the 750th Anniversary of the Founding of Berlin

June 12th, 1987

The President. Well, Chancellor Kohl and Mayor Diepgen, Ambassador Burt, ladies and gentlemen: It's an honor for me to be able to join you today at this 750th birthday party for the city of Berlin. I'm especially pleased to be here today because—well, it's not often that I get to go to a birthday party for something that's older than I am. [Laughter]

But to subject you to a second speech here— [laughter] —you know, I keep thinking of a story of ancient Rome, where, on a Saturday afternoon, the hungry lions were turned loose on the little group of people there on the floor of the Coliseum, and they came charging toward them. And one individual stepped out of the group, said something very quietly, and the lions all laid down. Well, the crowd was enraged and horrified that they're going to be denied the show. And Caesar sent for the man who had spoken to the lions. And they brought him, and he said, "What did you say to them that made them act like that?" And he said, "I just told them that after they ate, there'd be speeches." [Laughter]

03/05/07 4:54 AM
Chad Trammel had that brown car when we were in 9th or 10th grade. I forget the model name of the car. It might have been a Comet, or that might have been a car that was very similar to his, much like the difference of Chevrolet and GMC. I can't remember that other model though. Billy Parker might have had one like it for his first car and I think his actually was the Comet. There was that night, I can still visualize it, when I talked Chad into driving his car when we were out cruising around on a weekend night in Ashdown. He let me drive it and I promptly backed it into someone's pickup. I think that was Tom Withem. I can "remember" one of the Shurtleff sister's reminding me of that at our 10 year reunion. I think that Chad's dad used that car to drive to work and he worked somewhere that covered it with a layer of concrete and we would joke about that. There are a lot of other details I "remember" about all that.

04/22/07 5:23 AM
That night I "remember" riding around town in Chad Trammel's car most certainly reflects the night I was shot down and became a POW in Libyan. I have all kinds of details memories about that night. There was something about me moving my foot over to press down on the gas pedal as Chad was pressing down on the brake. I have wondered several times over the years what that was supposed to accomplish. There was also some kind of electronic contraption I was operating and that must certainly represent that I was the B/N in an A-6 Intruder or the equivalent role in an EA-6 Prowler. But since Chad's last name was Trammel, I would guess we were in an A-6 TRAM bomber. I remember that night on the town ended when I backed his car into Tom Withem's pickup.

05/06/07 7:34 PM
I wonder who is Precious Penny. She was Chad Trammel's cousin and she was sitting in the backseat when I backed his car into Tom Withem's truck. Tom is Lesa Jewell's husband.

05/03/07 4:25 PM
There might be another reason, but I see this day 9/26 show up a few times. I recognize it as the date 9/26/1986, when I was Jim Morrison's age at his death. The album cover art features a skeleton in a cowboy hat driving a red convertible through the desert.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boingo_Alive

Released September 26, 1988

Boingo Alive is a double album by Oingo Boingo. It is a mix of a best-of album, studio album, and live album. It was published to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the band, and it contained a selection of the band's classics rerecorded live on a soundstage without an audience, without making use of drum machines, or overdubs.

05/03/07 9:20 PM
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18478141/

NASA's Spirit rover has stumbled upon evidence of an ancient volcanic explosion at "Home Plate," a plateau of layered bedrock near the rover's landing site in Gusev Crater.

Evidence shows the area near Home Plate is mostly basaltic rock — indicating water may have mixed with magma beneath the Martian ground. When basalt erupts, Squyres said, it's normally smooth-flowing lava and not blown outward. "One way for basaltic lava to cause an explosion is for it to come into contact with water — it's the pressure from the steam that causes it to go boom."

The explosive basalt isn't the only red flag for water. Another example is the high chlorine content of the rocks, which might indicate that basalt had come into contact with brine, or saltwater.

But one of the strongest pieces of evidence is a "bomb sag" on the lower slopes of the plateau. On Earth, bomb sags form when rocks eject skyward by a volcanic explosion and fall into soft deposits which deform as they land.

05/03/07 9:28 PM
http://astrobiology.arc.nasa.gov/news/expandnews.cfm?id=9895

2004-01-30 MISSIONS

Opportunity Rover Begins Standing Up

NASA's Opportunity rover has untucked its front wheels and latched its suspension system in place - key steps in preparing to drive off its lander and onto Martian soil. Opportunity has also begun using its infrared sensing instrument to detect the composition of rocks and soils from its current, stationary position. This information will help scientists determine which targets of interest should be examined when the rover begins moving. Meanwhile, halfway around Mars, Opportunity's twin, Spirit, continues on the mend from a computer memory problem that struck it a week ago.

With both Spirit and Opportunity now on Mars, researchers with NASA's Mars Exploration Rover mission can now begin to search for clues about the history of water on Mars. Because life as we know it requires water to survive, understanding the history of water on Mars can tell scientists a great deal about the potential for past or present life on the Red Planet.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 18, 2006

My first thought was of the Painted Desert. I forget which southwestern state that is located in. My mom mentioned it when the three of us were traveling in her VW "bug" from California back to Oklahoma. Then I remembered something about school in De Queen. Then I thought again about details from 4th grade. I remember thinking several times recently that I was being prompted to think of the 4th grade. My teacher was Mrs. Duggan and I think her daughter was in our clas too. There was Brenda Gartrell, Tim Reed (?), Chris Pulliam. I started remembering a gully in some red dirt that I like to dig in during recess. It was some form of crumbly red clay that was very interesting. I couldn't remember when that was though although I could remember the school. THEN I narrowed it down: that memory of digging in the crumbly red clay was in 1976. For the first part of 1976, I was in 4th grade, then the second part I was in 5th grade. 5th grade was in a new building that was well outside town, as 4th grade was just outside the central "Hill Valley" type of downtown which was De Queen. The 5th grade building seemed like it was a very long ways outside, although, if I mapped it out, it probably would not be that far. But I think that distance is symbolic. It is symbolic of a long trip to someplace new.

I can still picture myself sitting there in that trailer in De Queen seeing the color images from Mars on TV.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/2/2006 6:36 PM

I wrote about some others, such as digging in the crumbly clay of that gully sometime in the 5th grade, which would have been about 1976. I’m thinking there are others though. There are some memories that flash into my mind and I just know they mean something other than the obvious.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Thursday, May 03, 2007

http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/releases/2004/44.cfm

Healthier Spirit Gets Back to Work While Opportunity Prepares to Roll

January 29, 2004

NASA's Spirit rover on Mars has resumed taking pictures as engineers continue work on restoring its health. Meanwhile, Spirit's twin, Opportunity, extended its rear wheels backward to driving position last night as part of preparations to roll off its lander, possibly as early as overnight Saturday-to-Sunday.

Spirit shot and transmitted a picture yesterday to show the position of its robotic arm. "The arm is exactly where we expected," said Jennifer Trosper, mission manager at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory, Pasadena, Calif. It is still extended in the same position as when the rover developed communication and computer problems on Jan. 22. A mineral-identifying instrument called a Moessbauer spectrometer, at the tip of the arm, is positioned at a rock nicknamed Adirondack.

Engineers have been carefully nursing Spirit back toward full operations for the past week. They are sending commands today for the rover to begin making new scientific observations again, starting with panoramic camera images of nearby rocks. Today's commands also tell the rover to send data stored by two instruments since they took readings on Adirondack last week -- the Moessbauer spectrometer and the alpha particle X-ray spectrometer, which identifies the chemical elements in a target.

"We know we still have some engineering work to do, but we think we understand the problem well enough to do science in parallel with that work," Trosper said. Several attempts to get a full trace of data related to the rover's problem have only partially succeeded. The engineers might choose to reformat the rover's flash memory in the next few days.


http://astrobiology.arc.nasa.gov/news/expandnews.cfm?id=10052

2004-06-15 MISSIONS

Mars Rovers Going The Extra Mile

Both of NASA's Mars Exploration Rovers completed their primary missions in April, but their extended missions are continuing to return exciting scientific results. After two months of traveling, Spirit finally reached the Columbia hills late last week. Spirit has already returned fascinating images of curiously eroded rocks that may be new pieces to the puzzle of the region's past.

Meanwhile, Opportunity continues to move into Endurance crater where its first target will be a flat-lying stone dubbed 'Tennessee'. Opportunity will inspect the rock using the spectrometers and microscopic imager on the rover's robotic arm.

Since landing on Mars, NASA's twin Mars Exploration Rovers have been searching for information about the history of water on Mars with great success. Spirit identified signs of repeated exposure to water on a rock inside Gusev Crater. Opportunity discovered evidence that it's own landing site, Meridiani Planum, was once drenched with water. Because life as we know it requires water to survive, understanding the history of water on Mars can tell scientists a great deal about the potential for past or present life on the Red Planet.



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/11/07 1:12 PM

Doesn't that look like footprints in the Martian soil towards the bottom of the photo and to the left?

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/dd/MarsSunsetCut.jpg


http://www.navy.mil/management/photodb/photos/070409-N-5459S-445.jpg

070409-N-5459S-445 CARIBBEAN SEA (April 9, 2007) - The Oliver Hazard Perry-class frigate USS Samuel B. Roberts (FFG 58) sails in the Caribbean during a PHOTOEX. Roberts joined the Standing NATO Maritime Group One (SNMG1) for the day to work on training exercises and a PHOTOEX. U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist Seaman Vincent J. Street (RELEASED)










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Subject: Breach (2007)



http://www.wordorigins.org/index.php/more/896/

Black/Brown-Shoe, n., navy. A black-shoe is a non-aviator, and a brown-shoe is an aviator or (since c. 1970) a submariner. From the practice of surface officers of wearing black shoes with khaki uniforms and aviators and submariners of wearing brown ones, c.1950.



I was just watching this movie again on television and I noted that the character "Lynch" is mentioned several times. I do not believe the capture of soldier Jessica Lynch in Iraq is a coincidence. There is something going on with all this that was supposed to help Microsoft-Corbis in some future criminal trial against them. Some kind of gaming the system.


There were also some of these people I call zombies, which I think is based on Navy slang, although I can't find a reference to it, that were saying something about statues when they were near me. I used to sit in a park that was very close to the intersection of 3rd and Thomas in Seattle while I was in that Pioneer Square gulag and a group of people were just within earshot and making some puzzling comments about where a statute would be located. That park I was sitting in does have some similar features to an area in this movie where "Cochrane's" statue was going to be in the future. People are always acting strangely around me. They all seem to think this is all some kind of game; some form of reality show where they can associate with my identity just by acting strangely around me. All I see are people I am going to file federal charges against.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117731/quotes

Memorable quotes for

Star Trek: First Contact (1996)

[Picard has told Lily about his enslavement by the Borg]

Lily Sloane: I am such an idiot. It's so simple. The Borg HURT you, and now you're going to HURT them back!

Captain Jean-Luc Picard: In my century, we don't succumb to revenge. We have a more evolved sensibility...

Lily Sloane: BULLSHIT! I saw the look your face when you shot those Borg on the Holodeck. You were almost ENJOYING it.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard: How dare you...

Lily Sloane: Oh, come on, Captain. You're not the first man to get a thrill out of murdering someone! I see it all the time!

Captain Jean-Luc Picard: GET OUT!

Lily Sloane: Or what? You'll kill me, like you killed Ensign Lynch?

Captain Jean-Luc Picard: There was no way to save him.

Lily Sloane: You didn't even try! Where were your 'evolved sensibilities' then?



I still don't know precisely what happened on 5/28/1982 but I see that date show up in certain places. It also seems important but my long-term memory is so jumbled that I don't know what it means. I think it has something to do with the official graduation date, or something like that, for the U.S. Naval Academy Class of 1982. Actually, my long-term memory works fine; it was just replaced with artificial and symbolic memories at some point and I lost conscious awareness of my true memories from 1998 and earlier.


I am also wondering if that date of capture was U.S. time or local time, as her capture was 1 day from being a 4 year, 3.59 months connection to 12/7/1998. The attack on the USS Cole DDG-67 was 334 days before the Pentagon and World Trade Center was attacked on 9/11/2001. The date 9/11/2001 was 33 months, 4 days, after 12/7/1998, the date Microsoft arranged as my first day of employment at Microsoft. The employee identification number they assigned to me that day, which was also when Bill Gates declared that the U.S. government was out to destroy Microsoft, also features prominently in one of the aircraft that was hijacked on 9/11/2001, among the many other details I have noted.



From 12/7/1998 to 3/24/2003 is: 4 years, 3 months, 17 days
30 * 0.59 = 17.7 days
From 12/7/1998 to 3/24/2003 is: 4 years, 3.59 months

4-3-5-9


From 5/28/1982 to 4/26/1983 is: 333 days

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Lynch

Jessica Dawn Lynch (born April 26, 1983 in Palestine, West Virginia) is a former Quartermaster Corps Private First Class (PFC) in the United States Army. Lynch became famous after her widely publicized recovery by U.S. special operations forces. Lynch, along with major media outlets, have since accused the United States Government of fabricating this story as part of the Pentagon's propaganda effort [1][2][3] [4][5][6][7] to manipulate the American and global public opinion into accepting and sympathizing with the [8]2003 invasion of Iraq.[9][10][11][12]

Jessica Lynch, then a 19-year-old supply clerk with the 507th Maintenance Company (based in Fort Bliss, Texas), was injured and captured by Iraqi forces[13] after her group made a wrong turn and was subsequently ambushed on March 23, 2003 near Nasiriyah, a major crossing point over the Euphrates River northwest of Basra. She was initially listed as missing in action. Eleven other soldiers in the company were killed in the ambush and five other soldiers, later rescued, were captured.[14]

However, nearly every aspect of this story is disputed. Accounts of the events in between Lynch's capture and her rescue were incomplete and contradictory, and Lynch herself has no clear recollection of this period. Dr. Greg Argyros, assistant chief of the Department of Medicine at Walter Reed Army Medical Center where Lynch was treated, stated, "Anytime anybody goes through a traumatic event of any kind, there is the risk that they may have a period that they don't remember what happened."

On April 24, 2007 she testified in front of Congress that she never fired her weapon and was knocked unconscious when her vehicle crashed.[2] She woke up later in an Iraqi hospital. She blamed the media and the military of lying for their own gain. She said during her testimony, "They should have found out the facts before they spread the word like wildfire."



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 04/22/07 10:34 PM

Robert Hanssen was sentenced on 5/10/2002. That was 3 days, 34 weeks, after 9/11/2001.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Hanssen

Robert Philip Hanssen (born April 18, 1944) is an American former FBI agent who engaged in spying for the Soviet Union and Russia against the United States for a period of at least 15 years.

Hanssen was arrested on February 18, 2001, at Foxstone Park near his home in Vienna, Virginia, charged with selling American secrets to Moscow for $1.4 million in cash and diamonds over a 15-year period. On July 6, 2001, he pled guilty to 15 counts of espionage.[1][2] He was subsequently sentenced to life in prison. His activities have been described as "possibly the worst intelligence disaster in US history".[3]

Hanssen's espionage became the subject of two movies: Master Spy: The Robert Hanssen Story, a made-for-television movie, in which Hanssen was portrayed by William Hurt, aired in 2002; and Breach, released February 16, 2007, in which Chris Cooper plays the role of Hanssen.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2002

May 10 - FBI agent Robert Hanssen is sentenced to life without the possibility of parole for selling American secrets to Moscow for $1.4 million in cash and diamonds.



I've been thinking that Phoebe has been an employee of the CIA, too, for a long time. I'm not sure when she started working there but I don't think either of us knew we both worked for the CIA. I think I was recruited, probably, when I was 5 years old. I am a field agent and I don't know what Phoebe does. She may be that computer programmer, which represents an intelligence analyst, named Debra at First Federal in my artificial and symbolic memory.


I worked for ISS-ISA and UFP as a Field Engineer, which is symbolic of being a field agent with the CIA, along with being an officer with the U.S. Navy. I have also been granted the permanent right to hold a role with any United States of America law enforcement agency. That is one reason the insurgents that have infiltrated the U.S. government have been trying to get me killed.


I don't really know what Phoebe does for the agency. I don't like it though. But I sense we are probably better off because of it. I just want to get back home to her. I don't know.....something.....how I know anything. I just know I need to complete my assignment and get back home. I don't know precisely where is home but I know it is where she is.


Burroughs was the manufacturer of those RT-750 ATM's I maintained at First Federal, in the context of my artificial and symbolic memory.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001473/

Laura Linney

Breach (2007) .... Kate Burroughs


http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000121/

Phoebe Cates

Baby Sister (1983) (TV) .... Annie Burroughs



JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/15/2006 9:20 PM

Consistent with that theory I wrote earlier today about Mogge is a detail I just noticed on the map. I ran into Mogge after I got out of the Navy because he and his wife Andrea had moved into the Clemson, SC, area. I was working in a First Federal bank branch in Seneca, SC, to repair a computer on the drive-through teller line. I can’t remember that girl’s name that I was repairing the computer for but I remember her last name was Edgar. We went out a few times right before I started dating Tracie Rhodes. So anyway, I was standing there at the drive-through window and I saw Mark and Andrea in their pickup outside looking in at me. I went out there to talk them after they pulled into the parking lot. I remember I was driving my Plymouth Voyager car. I think Mogge had a small red pickup. Since I was driving that Voyager, that means it was after I had returned from Memphis and I must have been living in nearby Central, SC, at the time. So anyway, as I used to drive out there to Seneca a lot, it was the extreme western edge of my territory, I always referred to that road as Highway 123. I remember that branch was right next to that road, and on the map, it is also labeled as Highway 76.


I lived very close to Clemson University and traveled into Clemson often to service the bank branches in that town. I have been trying to think of why that was and I guess it could be because of the Tigers. I suspect though that the primary reason for me being there was because I lived in Central. After that, I bought that house in Greer, SC, at Country Club Estates and moved out there until I moved to Arrowood in Charlotte, NC. From there I went across town to Dresden off Independence with the nearby Sheffield Park, and then I moved back near Arrowood to Whitehall. After that, I moved to Paces River in Rock Hill, SC, off Exit 82 of I-77.