Just because thieves say they got your valuables out of the trash doesn’t mean they didn’t steal them from your apartment.
Some other clues in my cover identity of places I lived, but that instead point to my real identity.
Preserve at Wood’s Lake - Greenville
Wexford - Taylors
Lincoln on the Green - Championship and Troon - Memphis
Hunter’s Glen - Central - near Clemson Tigers
Country Club Estates - Greer - (“Admiral Greer” from Tom Clancy's novels)
Arrowood - (Arrow Wood)
Dresden - near Sheffield Park
Whitehall Estates
Paces River - P.R. - I-77 Exit 82
I think Monica Lewinsky and Linda Tripp are Microsoft-Corbis zombies. Lewinsky was nearly the same age on 11/15/95 as I was on 6/7/81. She was 8150 days old on 11/15/95 and I was 8132 days old on 6/7/81. The date 6/7/81 is when I think President Reagan sent me to lead a mission into Iraq. Monica Lewinsky was 8132 days old on 10/28/95, Bill Gates 40th birthday. About 2 weeks later was the 11/15/95 date described in this article:
Monica Samille Lewinsky (born July 23, 1973 in San Francisco) is an American woman with whom former United States President Bill Clinton admitted to having had an affair [1] while Lewinsky worked at the White House in 1995 and 1996.
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Between 15 November 1995 and 7 April 1996, Lewinsky is believed to have had a sexual relationship with the President.
Linda Tripp was 5.9 years older than Bill Gates.
From 11/24/1954 to 10/28/1955 is: 338 days. 5 years, 338 days, is 5.9 years.
Linda Tripp (born Linda Rose Carotenuto on November 24, 1949 in Jersey City, New Jersey) is an American woman who was a central figure in the Lewinsky scandal of 1998 and 1999 that led to the impeachment and subsequent acquittal of U.S. President Bill Clinton.
As best I can recall, my first day of work at Microsoft that first time was 10/23/95, but I am not entirely certain of that date. All I remember is something about how I started work there precisely 2 months after Windows 95 released, but I don't see how that can be if it released 8/24/95. Maybe that release date is wrong. When I started, we were in class for a while to learn how to provide technical support for the Windows 95 product and then some of us went to a second class a few weeks later. I do remember that I was in that first class for my 30th birthday on 11/2/95, where that birthday is relative to my cover identity. I also remember sitting there at a computer during a class exercise that used an image of Bill Gates as part of the exercise. I edited the photo to make him look like a clown. Carol was sitting next to me, as she also did at the other desks, and laughed and told me I had missed my calling. I have puzzled over that comment occasionally over these past years I've been deployed.
Carol might be the name of my wife that was murdered by terrorists but I'm not certain. That notion keeps rising up in my mind but I can’t be certain it is true. I try to decide when that might have happened but I’m not certain. 1983, maybe.
I wonder if the day I wrote about recently, where the F-14 on my wing exploded after being hit by a missile and then my canopy was shattered by another missile hit, was in 1985. I wonder if President Reagan was listening in to us from the White House, for some reason. I'm not sure why he was listening in to our communications, but I am thinking that it was because he was listening to our communications that we were jumped by hostile fighters. They jumped us because they knew I was his grandson and they wanted him to listen to me die. One notion is that my wingman and I were observing a foreign bomber and their fighter escort went hostile. I might have dreamed about this the other night. I can still clearly see images in my mind of looking out through the canopy of what I guess is an F-14 and seeing other aircraft in the distance. I can see that image clearly in my mind. My theory is that after the missile that shattered my canopy and killed the RIO in the backseat, my F-14 was spiraling out of control towards the ocean surface. I am thinking that I began to regain consciousness and the first detail I noticed was a photo of one of my children on the instrument panel of my aircraft. I have been thinking that I stared at that photo for a few seconds and that prompted my mind recognize what was that sound I was hearing in my radio headphones. Somebody on the radio was yelling at me to pull up before I crashed into the ocean. I think my brain was so scrambled after that concussion, I could only speak in Spanish for a while because I am fluent in that language and others but I couldn't remember how to speak English for a while. I think that photo on my instrument panel was of smiling Angelina holding a puppy I had given her before I deployed.
