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[Wiley50]

Martin, Do you Remember Dr Turner, the old wobbly
socialist retired optometrist, who ran The Book Store on west 8th, a block down from the library. He became my best friend when I was 12. Turned me one to all kinds of leftie books;Started me off with the Beat Poets:Ginsburg,Braughtigan, then Vonnegut,etc,even had me reading Monday Night Class before The Caravan came through my home town and decided to stay.

You know, I think some people thought I was taking too many of my pain pills and that's why I had that spell of losing my balance. But that isn't true. Every Visit at my Primary care/ pain management Dr, his name is Dr Luck, I have to take my pills with me and his nurse counts them out. If even one is missing and I don't have a good reason, I don't get them back and they would dismiss me as a patient. That's why it's so strange that he agreed to let me smoke pot (they often do urine drug screens too) while I'm on Interferon for the third time and even while I'm "shopping" for Medical Grade pot. He knows my life is on the line this time. He's a good man.

That day I stumbled coming up the back steps and knocked over all those chairs and Cindy came flying out the back door screaming that she was telepathic, she wasn't reading my mind. I was just bewildered and embarrassed. If I had my wits about me I'd have said, "We all are. Stephen Gaskin started teaching Martin, me and a few other thousand people that back in 1967. Where were you then?"

I know you don't go to the farm often, but if you are ever there with Cindy, take her to the cemetery and show her my son, Stephen's grave. Pam's is right beside it now. Just tell her that Stephen Gaskin married us and Ina May Delivered our child.
Don't say anymore.

After stephen died, I blamed her in my deep grief that I was in for several years.
She had treated him too rough in my opinion. I wanted him raised in pure love.And then there was the incident when I came home early from work (this is when we were living above the Tye Dye Shop) and heard her screaming and ran in expecting the worst and found it. She was standing above the crib screaming at him and had a pillow raised above her head with both hands, he was crying. I scooped him up and drove to Stephen and Ina May's. They got Vickie M. to keep the baby for a couple of weeks and, since they were leaving for California on a trip, they had us house sit, as a vacation for us, while they were gone. That stayed in the back of my head and every time a doctor told me he didn't know why my baby died and it was odd for a 22 month baby to die of crib death, it ate at my soul.

Pam was from a poor, uneducated family with alcoholic parents and that''s the way she was raised. So that's all she knew, though I patiently tried to teach her. I never should have married her, but I had gotten her pregnant and that's the way us southern boys are raised.Something must have stuck. She chose to be buried at The Farm and had a headstone made for him. it says "The Best Baby"

You can show this one to Cindy if you think it would do any good, but that's not why I wrote it. I'm crying my eyes out now.

Love

Wiley