'GraybaR' Electrical Supply Warehouse, It's Caged ITT Controls Section --- 'Bob' The Sales Trainee Who Plays Chess With Me At Lunch --- His Photo Of Himself In FBI Agent Provocatuer, In 'White Radical Drag' --- The Double-Team 'Pitch' Double-Team 'Pitch' By O'Brien & Benny To Persuade Me To Apply For The Job Opening At The Portland Hilton

It Was Through Man-Power Temps That I Once Again Transferred To Another Shitty Job, From The One I Then Had Washing Dishes At The Jewish Convelescent Home Near Raliegh Hills, Just West Of Portland Sometime Around Early January 1979 And Accepted A Temporary Position At Gray-Bar Electric On Southeast 60th In Portland, Which Was Quite A Bit Closer To Where I Then Lived On NE 57th Between Fremont & Sandy.

'Graybar' Electrical Supply Warehouse, It's Caged ITT Controls Section Which Is Like An Island Into Itself --- The Whole Security Thing About The ITT Section Prompts Then Recent Memories In 1978 There Of ITT's Complicity In The CIA Sponsored Assassination Of Chilean President Allende In 1973, And Later The Car Bomb Assassination Of Chilean Diplomatic Exile Letellier In Washington DC In October '76 --- The Work Environment At Graybar Is Weird And Subtly Oppressive, With Just A Touch Fascism Thrown In.

I Am Kept Working In Virtual Isolation Therein A Corner Of The Graybar Warehouse Which Is Run Somewhat Akin To A Miltary Base, All The Other Graybar Warehouse Worker Sales Staff, As I Work Filling Giant Cardboard Boxes On Large Wooded Pallets Therewith Broken & Defective Hair-dryers, Food Processors, Curling Irons, Blenders, Portable Mini-Vacuums & Stuff Like That.

For The Most Part I Am Virtually Shunned By Most All Of The Other Employees Who Are Actually Working For Graybar, When I Take My Lunch In The Breakroom Where I Eat My Lunch And Read "Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas" By Hunter S. Thompson, And Sometimes The Newspapers There, Or Magazines. I Recall In Particular Reading A Rather Humorous Article There In A Recent Issue The 'National Lampoon' Making Satirical Comparisons Between One's Ex-Wife & His New Wife.

I Really Only Talked To Two Graybar Employees, One Was A Small White Guy A Bit Taller Than Me About 5'-7" or 8", Wearing A Perm, Afro-like Hairdo, Not Uncommon In Portland At That Time, Which Was Light Brown Cut Neat, Clean Shaven With A Meticulously Trimmed Moustache. This Guy Sometimes Talked With Me During Lunch And We Played Chess In The Breakroom From Time-To-Time. His Name Was Bob As I Recall Who Told Me He Was From Kansas.

This All Seemed To Fit As Bob Had That Mid-West Whitebread Thing About Him, And I Could Tell By His Demeanor And Mannerisms That The Guy Also Had, What I Had Sensed To Be Some Kind Of Specialized Military Training Of Some Sort Or Other. We Never Socialized After Work So It Never Really Bothered Me At Least Not Until A Few Days Before I Left Working There To Accept The Job At The Portland Hilton, Which I Will Get Into A Bit Later.

The Only Other Graybar Employee That I Spoke With During Break, Claimed To The Nephew Of Watergate Figure John Erlichman, --- This Brought Back Memories Of November 1972 When The Nephew Of Watergate Figure Charles Colson Suddenly Becames My Housemate There At The House College Street In Covina, California Where I Then Rented A Room --- The Colson Nephew Brought Along With Two Other Individuals Who He Claimed Were His Housemates At House That Just Burned Down And Who All Needed A Lodgings In A Pinch.

This Colson Nephew And His Of Pair Roomies, Just Happened To Turn Up And Suddenly Left, Only Days Before The December '72 United DC-8 Crash In Chicago Which Reportedly Killed 45 People Or So, Including Former CIA Agent Dorothy Hunt The Wife Of Watergate Burglar And Former CIA Spook E. Howard Hunt. --- By November '72 It Was Already Widely Publicized That It Was The Uncle Of My Housemate Named Colson Housemate, Was Charles Colson, The Whitehouse Special Counsel Charles 'Chuck' Colson, An Advisor To President Nixon. --- It Was This Same Charles 'Chuck' Colson Who Prompted Then CIA Agent E. Howard Hunt To Leave The Spy Agency To Become Part Of The Nixon White Staff, Whereby Hunt Assembled The 'Plumbers Unit' To Burglarize Files At The Democratic Party Headquarters In Washington D.C.

I Recalled All Of This Most Vividly Back In Late January-Early February 1979, This Plus The Facts Brought Out During The August 1973 U.S. Senate Watergate Hearings, Which Were Televised Nationally, That There Were High Levels Of Cyanide Found In The Dead Body Of Former CIA Agent Dorothy Hunt, Wife Of Watergate Burglar E. Howard Hunt Pulled From The Wreckage Of The United DC-8 Jetliner Which Crashed On Approach Landing At Midway Airport On The Southside Of Chicago, And That It Was Reported That Men Who Identified Themselves As FBI Agents And Other Individuals Who Looked To Either Military Or Intelligence Were Spotted Throughout The Southside Chicago Neighborhood A Good 20 Minutes Or So Before The United DC-8 Crash Took Place There.

It Must Have Been Only A Day Or Two, --- If The Very Same Day That I Was Informed Of The Job Opening At The Portland Hilton By My Housemates O'Brien & Benny, That During The Afternoon Coffee-break At Graybar, That Bob Shows Me A Photo Of Himself In White Radical Drag,

In This Apparently Recent Photo Of Bob, He Wore Mirrored Aviator Glasses, Held What Looked Like An Automatic Rifle In One Arm Therein A Vertical Positon With The Rifle Stock Butted Against His Hip, A Black Beret On His Head & And Light Brown Leather Jacket Against A Backdrop Which Struck Me During This Glimpse Of Bob's Photo As Being A Kind Of Curiously Non-descript Kind Of Backdrop Which Could Have Been Anything Seen In A Photographer's Studio To A Some Kind Grey Wall, Not Unlike Those At The Very Graybar Company Warehouse Which We Were Both Inside Of At That Time.

Surprisingly Enough, In Spite Of All The Weirdness Of Subterfuge, Deception And Mistrust Which I Had For My Former Fellow Jail-Bird Inmates From The Clark County Washington Jail From May 1978 --- Turned Housemates In January 1979, As Well As That For My Now 17-Year-Old Girlfriend Kendra Things Were Pretty Routine And Ordinary Thereat The House On 57th.

There Were The Routine Chores Most Of Us Shared. --- The Total Household Consisted Of O'Brien, His Partner Benny, Benny's Girl
Terri, Her Brother Ed, Ed's Girl Sandy And Myself Who All had Separate Rooms, Except The Couples Of Course. I Recall Bringing My Son Ian Over One Afternoon. Ian Was Then Only One & A Half Years Old, And Who After Making A Fuss, I Finally Persuaded Ian To Behave Or Else I Wouldn't Have Him Over Anymore.

Ian Settled Down And Charmed The Whole Household Who Were All Present Before I Took Him Out To A Park With Kendra. --- It Chilled My Blooded Think That O'Brien, Benny & My Girlfriend Then Present Playing With My Son Were The Same People Involved Therein What I Knew To Be Some Kind FBI-CIA Frame-up Scam Which Would Most Likely Result In My Imprisonment, If Not My Certain Death. --- Then There Was Ian's Mom And All The Murderously Evil Shit She Was A Part Of. The Bitch Even Went So Far As To Breed A Hostage With Me So That I Could Be More Easily Manipulated. --- What Kind Of Fucking People Are These ??
Aren't They More Inhuman Than Human ?

I Thought Of O'Brien, Benny & Kendra As Being Somewhat Mindless And Ghoulish, Like Zombies Ready To Toss My Ass In Volcano At A Moments Notice. As Far I Know, Benny's Girl Terri, Her Brother Ed And His Girl Sandy Were Totally Oblivious To Any Comspiratorial Scams Involving O'Brien & Benny --- That Were Directed At Me At That Point In Time In January & February 1979 --- Nonetheless There Was Then The Very Real Possibility That Terri, Ed And Sandy Each May Have Overheard Something That O'Brien or Benny May Have Inadvertantly Let Slip Out In Conversation,

It's Also Possible Terri, Ed & Sandy, May Have Jointly Of Individually Surmised What Was Going On By Other Means Such As Physical Evidence And Or By Any Combination Events Which May Have Indicated To Them, The True Nature Of O'Brien & Benny's True Feelings Towards Me. --- They May Have Overheard A Conversation On One Of The Extension Phones At The House On 57th Or Spotted O'Brien And Or Benny With One Of More Of Their FBI Or CIA Contacts. --- If They Did, They Never Let On About It To Me All During That Time I Lived At The House On NE 57th From December 24, 1978 Until Mid-March 1979 When I Moved Out To The Apartment On Valley View In Westslope, Near Portland With Kendra.

It Must Have Been Sometime In Early To Mid February 1979, A Typical Late Afternoon Work Day In The Middle Of The Week As I Recall, When I Arrived Home To The Place On 57th & Siskiyou Ave. From Work From Graybar Electrical Supply Warehouse On NE 60th. --- O'Brien & Benny Were Getting Ready For Work, Dressed In Their Blue Uniforms And Were Just About To Leave For Their Jobs At The Portland Hilton Therein The Kitchen When I Walked In To Rustle Up Some Dinner --- I Vaguely Recall That They Were Smoking A Joint There Which Was Not Uncommon As We Were All Smoking Pot At Most Anytime Of The Day Or Night There.

One The Boys Passed The Joint To As Was The Custom I Then A Big Afterwork First 'Hit' Off It And Comment On The California Sensimelia And Start To Chit Chat With Them About Other Stuff As We All Seem To be In Good Spirits, Spirits Made Brighter By The Pot We Are All Smoking --- As They Both Know My Manpower Temps Job At Graybar Kind Of Sucks, One Them, Possibly Benny Though I'm Not Certain Mentions That They Are Hiring Interior Painters At The Portland Hilton Thereon A Temporary Seasonal Basis To Which I Respond In A Somewhat Non-Interested Manner, Whereas I Thinking About Working Construction As Spring Was Coming Up And I Figured That It Would Pay Better.

I Suppose It Must Have Been O'Brien Who Then Interjected That I Should Apply For The Job And To How The Pay Was $7.50 An Hour And That You Were Paid For Eight-Hours, But Only Had To Work Six And A Half. --- Being A Bit Wary, But Acting Curiously Innocent I Then Ask "Why Don't Guys Apply For The Jobs?" "It Pays More Than Your Jobs As Housemen Doesn't It?"

I Think That It Was O'Brien Who Replied That He Liked The Lighter Work Vacuuming Corridors, Polishing And Such And That The Swing Shift Evening Work Hours Freed Him Up To Conduct His Real Business Buying & Selling 'Weed' During The Day, As I Zeroed In On Both Their Faces, Studying Their Expressions And Looking Into Both Sets Their Brown Eyes, A Bit Reddened Around The Whites By The Effects Of The Red Haired Marijuana.,

I'm Really Not Sure Of Benny's Reply To My Question, But I Think It Had Something To Do With He Liked Working Evenings As It Gave Him A Chance To Do Stuff With Terri In Daytime. Stuff Like Harvesting The Rest Of That Seasons 'Magic Mushrooms' And Searching For More Locations Where They Would Be Found, Whereas We Had Picking Over The Horse Pastures In Happy Valley South Of Portland For Some Weeks By Then And They Were Starting To Thin Out.

The Truth Of The Matter Was That I Had Every Intention Of Applying For The Job At The Portland Hilton As Soon As They Told Me, Whereas Some Very Powerfull Forces Had Intended That I Do Precisely Just That, As My Brief Encounter With The Portland FBI During The Pre-Halloween '78 Search For The Rubber Mask Bank Robber Clearly Indicated. This Plus The Fact That These Same Powerfull Forces Had Went To All The Trouble To 'Whack' The One Cop In Yreka That I Knew Indirectly And Waved At On A Causual Basis From Time To Time Back In July '78.

Plus There Was The August '78 Assassination Threat In Idaho Falls Which I Was First Quizzed About And Then Almost Murdered Over Some Days Later. Idaho Falls Where My 'Ex' Had Been Making Solo Trips To Since November '74 And May Have Been Visiting There That Very Last Summer Of 1978, When The Assassination Threat Scam Was Being Perpetrated For All I Knew.

Then There Was The Way The Employee had Just Sold A Quarter Pound Of Columbian Weed At The Pilgrim's Natural Food Where I Worked At Back In Mid-May 1978, And How The Clark County Sheriff's Had So Episodically Had A Police Informant Signal The Sheriff's To Come Up And Raid My Vancouver, Washington Pad By Raising A Window Shade, --- All Of Which Had Landed Me Therein The Clark County Jail Where I Met Both O'Brien & Benny Therein My Cellblock.

And The Way O'Brien & Benny Had Become A 20th Century Version Of Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, Suddenly Popped-Up Within Six-hours Of My Return To Portland September 4th, Followed By A Series Of Other Chance Meetings With O'Brien All Through September, October And November Meant That These Guys Had A Secret Agenda. An Agenda To Install Me At The Portland Hilton
--- Also There Was The Way In Which Those Guys Were Checking Me Out At The New Years Eve Party At The Very House On 57th Where I Now Stood Before These Shakespearean Like Villains Straight Out Of Hamlet.

 

--- Also There Was The Way In Which The Photo Of That PSA 727, Plummeting In Flames Over That San Diego On September 25, 1978 Reminded Me Of My Western Airlines 727 Flight Out Of Portland & Back To
L.A. BACK In February '77 And The Half Dozen Car Trips From Covina To See Visit Les In North San Diego County, Plus The Amtrack Train Ride Thereas Well --- The PSA 727 Crash All Seemed Like A Cryptic Theat To Me Somehow Although I'm Sure There Were Other Multiple Motives For It --- Nonetheless Seeing Photos Of All That Wreckage Debrie Which Fell In And Around Balboa Park Which I Had Visited Back In The Late Spring Of 1977 Told Me That Someone Wanted Me To Be Too Fucking Scared To Board A Jet Flight Out Of Portland If And When Things Got Too Fucking Hot, Which Is Precisely What I Had Always Intended To Should The Need Arise.

The Real Kicker Was The United DC-8 Crash Which Took Place Only A Few Miles From My New Home In Portland Only Three Days After I Moved There To The House On 57th And The Scary Ass Way Kendra Quizzed Me, Like She Wanted To See If I Knew Any Dead From Vancouver, Washington Where I Lived From September '77 To May '78.