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That's a No No!

02-16-2016

Mr. Rivera  –

I’m beginning to despair—as with Los Angeles—about whether anyone will help get me out of this community that has treated me badly since a pervert appeared in the alley and dogs bit me on the way to school in 1963. November 22? The nun said, “Go straight home. Do not talk to anyone. Do not stop for anything.” Though I could show a “friend” where the ice cream stand was, I apparently have none. To know Bill Hughes is to know that even with JFK down, I thought about stopping for a soda. Mom said, “Go straight upstairs.” (To my room).

Later, an ashen, visibly shaken Charles E. Hughes appeared in his thick black topcoat. My parents sat at the kitchen table smoking cigarettes. “Margaret, how could this happen?’ my late dad asked. He asked me if I was scared. “A little,” I said. He went back to work. Why does this entire town, and my alleged family, behave as if he never existed?

Mom called it “mental cruelty.” I call it bullshit. If the Baker Hughes women in my “fan club” do not want to drive with a pile of cash on the dash, I guess I will have to ask if someone in your camp will. Every story is true, but my multi-cassette interview tape with the late George McGovern, like everything else, seems to be “missing.”

Thanks,

William C. Hughes

A Tony for Curtis

I did not see that.
So, we are not talking about that.
Understood?

02.16.2018

Chief “Cuz” Curtis:

It is not your concern that it is my opinion, backed by considerable behavioral health experience, that I was almost killed on an errand to the Family Dollar that is in your community. Why do I think that?

At the appropriate time and in the correct place bogus Secret Service agent VALENTINE will be discussed. (There were two reliable witnesses and at least a dozen people quickly heard of it secondhand). When I reached the Yorkshire plaza I saw two people who seemed to be “lookouts.” A white female looked up at me from behind the wheel of a white van and laughed. Her black male passenger was rolling a marijuana cigarette. It has occurred to me many times that drug dealers likely have better phones than mine.

The observers quickened my westward pace at about 9:45 p.m. It was indeed close to closing time, and I noticed that for the first time in 18 months there was no one in the store except me. The clerk and I discussed what makes for a good cigarette and I departed about 9:55 a.m. I walked slowly out of concern about the white van that had been facing east when the businesses are to the west. Do you park facing the business you are patronizing? I do every time, but people around here don’t.

I immediately noticed that only a maroon Nissan sat at the CVS. There was also a white Toyota Camary by the ATM with no license plates. I just cannot do that without a ticket on the windshield. Next, I noted my “watchers” were gone, not drinking at Hot Shots. Lastly, the maroon Dodge van that is always there and parked overnight was absent.

Your local drug cult seems to be in love with dented gray cars and maroon/burgundy vehicles, usually a  SUV. Your police have not noticed the disproportionate number of gray cars? I have, and it is downright nuts compared to when I drove a girlfriend’s new gray Honda Civic 2000-2002.

Used car dealer John Rayman owes me $2,395, and many people know this. As I walked toward his lot I took cover behind a truck because Sunset Lanes bowlers will come out the door and heckle you. I heard a male voice coming from the east and he was babbling nonsense with the key work “miserable” repeated. When I saw him I immediately sensed a high level of danger. This is based on almost thirty years of evaluating for mental illness, drug abuse, and danger in hospitals and community clinics.

It got worse as he changed course and came right at me. He was dirty, disheveled, his speech made no sense, and in short, he was psychotic. I noticed an old fashioned backpack over his shoulder with flaps that used little belt buckles. He was white, about fifty years old and so is the backpack! A psychiatrist told me this long ago: “If you can’t make a diagnosis in ten minutes, you are an idiot.” I worked in hospitals, clinics, and on the street. Regarding working a crisis, I used to say, “You have ten seconds to figure it out.” (Or you might end up dead). In Marlborough I’ve shortened this to six seconds; four to assess, and two to figure on where run.

Had this man pulled gun, I had made the wrong decision in my two seconds and this is troubling me.

Option One was to go for the motel room door, but the electric lock system is sometimes slow.

Option Two was to run for the 7777 Watson bowling alley door.

Option Three was to hit the south shoulder, walk east briskly on Watson, and go to the motel office.

Option One was rejected in a half second in favor of Option Two. Wrong! If the man wanted to shoot me, I’d be dead in the middle of Watson Road. I was told as child, “You cannot outrun a bullet.” So if the “psycho” had waved a gun, Option Three is the correct answer.

The much bigger problem is that if the St. Louis County Police responded to this, they might well say, “Aw no Bill, that was a big piece of black licorice.” I would have said, “All licorice is black,” and slammed the door in their faces. You’ve got a big problem with policing around here, and I am not being paid to consult on this.

Thanks for your literacy,

William Hughes

King Harry Rules

Ms. Middleton dresses down to visit the insane asylum.
Has she put her husband there yet to crown King Harry?

08.30.2016

Dear Ken –

I am writing to you like we are old college classmates, because to date I don’t get much help from Lindenwod College/University or Saint Louis University. I am pasting an appeal I made below to Dr. Helen Caldicott, who resides in Australia and is reportedly a “single issue” activist on nuclear weapons. What I’m reporting right now is, the childish competition to build more warheads is sheer madness that will be funded by either of the major party candidates. Now, tell me why.

I’m no “conspiracy theorist,” yet I have a solid hunch your friend Lady Di might have done what J. Edgar hoover was certain Howard Robard Hughes, Jr. did. (That’s fail to die and escape the media microscope). The supposed intensive search for Hughes relatives in 1976 did not find me, with 101 clues there is a direct genetic link. How could you help? That is entirely up to you! A passionate “liberal” lawyer would be a good start.

Thanks,

William C. Hughes

 

Royal Rule

Did it all stay in Vegas, or will there be scandal for Camilla to have squashed by her enforcers?

01-08-2016

CATO Staff and / or John Sampler –

The book was finished in December of 2004. The copyright certificate came to my catchy address of 911 St. Rita Avenue in early 2005. To the north, a U.S. Army JAG. To the south, an Air Force officer, but I’m not related to Howard Hughes, who manufactured expensive defense stuff for the Army. The Air Force guy and I conducted “car talk” out back and he said? “If my wife knew how I drive this car, she’d kill me.” HIS = Mazda Miata. MINE = Nissan 240SX. Where is my car?

Where is the book? Barely still recoverable, and what I’d like to do is lop off the first chapter on drug policy and have it published as a long, thoughtful journal article. Why? I now disagree with myself. My physician read it, as did an agency outside Washington, D.C. and an agency near San Diego. As always, they want the manuscript, but won’t offer a dollar. Ditto with my screenplays and a movie business that can go to hell. I’m a super-quirky governor of California in the making? Not if don’t publish something/anything.

Good day,

William HUGHES

"Dallas" was his full name at Penske

And now, a Charlie Hughes joke.
(If he were still alive)

CHARLES: "I saw the lights of Dulles."
WILLIAM: "The guy's house, or the airport?"

Johnson & Johnson

02-02-2018

Mr. Johnson –

My joke muttered to myself after reading Keith Rogers’ article on the Carole Lombard plane crash was, “I might as well call the Pioneer Saloon.” (I’ve had no luck with “The Media Monolith’ so far). Maybe you can change that. Right again I was, because Mr. Rogers has retired, like the HUGHES AIRCRAFT employees I’ve been talking to.

Book manuscript #5 has been thoroughly researched. The joke? “I learned how planes fly by reading about how they crash.” (I still don’t get the wing curvature thing). However, I did build model rockets as a kid. That I understand.

My late mother had many talents, which apparently included predicting plane crashes. My ex-wife did the same thing, and how could I prove that? I can’t, so you simply have to believe me. The ATR-72 had a problem with ice? That was not the cause in Rosemont, IL or in the case of Senator Paul Wellstone’s “accident.” My extended family would thoroughly discuss aircraft mishaps over the holidays, and it has been too long since I identified a “character actor” at granny’s house for Thanksgiving. Today, it would be considered “child abuse” to say, “Billy, only the kid survived.” Then, they told me he had died! (A famous plane crash in New York City).

The Lombard event was filled with superstition, and mom called it beforehand. Then, shrinks said she was nuts, when really it was VALIUM. The Las Vegas casino shooter was taking it too, yet this seems to escape the lawman’s full attention span, which has become too short, in my opinion. Mom also sensed a St. Louis tornado that destroyed the club she and daddy Charles were in. As a kid, I heard it, but did not see it.

This I can prove. A tornado that caused a power outage at my office touched down about one-fourth of a mile away. The tornado date is the same date as the release date for the movie “Twister.” My plan in a one-story building with lots of glass was to go to the medical record room in the center of the building and put fat mental patient charts over my head. Hughes always has a plan! As it unfolded, the power came back on, and I finished my Medicaid billing on 06/10/1996. Mom said, “Charlie, let’s get out of here” on 02/10/1959. Coincidence? No! Who is going to publish my book? Who wants to get me back to LA to see if two movie producers would lie three times? Nobody in St. Louis, I can assure you.

Have a nice day,

William Charles Hughes