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My Christmas Eve Move Back To Portland --- The United DC-8 Crash There 3 Days Later --- Kendra Scary Interrogation Of Me Apparently At The Behest Of Portland FBI Terrifies Me --- Her Flight To New York For New Years --- Life With New Housemates, My Former Fellow Inmates From The Clark County Jail Who Are Apparently Informants With Indirect Links To The Milk-Moscone Assassinations --- Informants Unleashed On Me The Day Of My Return To Portland Back In September

My December 24th Move Back To Portland --- The United DC-8 Crash In Portland Few Miles From New Home Three Days Later --- Kendra Comes Over To Pick My Brain In A Way That Terrifies Me And Then Takes Off Next Day To Spend New Years In New York With Her Drama Class From Portland Airport Near The Crash Site --- The Scary-Ass Way She Quizzed Me About The United DC-8 Crash In Portland Apparently To See If I Knew That Some Friends & Acquaintances Were Among The 10 Or By Some Accounts 11 Portland-Vancouver Locals That Reportedly Died In The December '78 United DC-8 Crash

I Borrow My 'Ex's Car To Move My Stuff From Van Next Woody's Trailer In Hillboro And Move Into A Vacant Bedroom Thereat The Rented House On NE 57th & Siskiyou Between Sandy Blvd & Fremont In Order To Escape The Cold Freezing Rain & Ice Storms --- My New Housemates, Noneother Than My Former Fellow Jailbirds From My May '78 Stint At The Clark County Washington Jail O'Brien & Benny --- Who Like Hamlet's Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Turn Up In Portland Within 6-Hours Of My Arrival In Portland, Then Conveniently Turn-Up Another 3 Or 4 Times, And Then Invite Over For 'Magic Mushrooms' The Same Day As Moscone-Milk Assassinations In San Francisco.

They Both Made Me The Offer During One Of Our 'Mushroom Picking' Outings Back In Mid-December '78 And So I Decided I Would Try Get Warm For Christmas 1978 Near The Fireplace In The Family And Sleep In A Regular Bed, In A My Own Room At The Ranch Style One Story House On 57th --- I Smelled A Rat, But It Sure Was Fucking Cold Outside In That Van Out In Hillsboro West Of Portland, This Suited Me Fine.

The December 28, 1978 ‘Amber Alert’ --- United DC-8 Crash Near Portland International Airport Reportedly
Kendra Comes Over Next Day To Inform Me About The Crash That Reportedly Killed 11 Portland & Vancouver Locals, But Then Starts Searching My Face & Picking My Brain, Like She Wanted To See If I Knew Any Of Crash Dead