40 years before the hook at anchor on San Francisco Bay by Peter of Sausalito

The greatest acts of asceticism that I could think of other than wandering around in a flimsy Road Barefoot like Socrates or a diogenes who lived in a wine jar and would act like a dog in public and walk backwards on the Promenade and for instance Athens and was known to masturbate in public and make love in public there was a beach close by I've been do it in Corinth and it would not be uncommon on a nude beach for real people to make love in those days and masturbating I've seen it at black sand beach in Marin County San Francisco and but what was he most famous for is living what he preached and time materialism and he and his father were arrested on the Black Sea Greek Port for defacing coins at a mint that his father worked at and it's not clear how they defaced him but images of so-called Gods on coins are idols and I idolatry and the worship of Mammon for when a coin of somebody proclaimed as a God is issued it is a Idol and this is how apparently dialogines and his father felt and dialogines escaped in his father may have died in prison and then was captured by Pirates and starved on his way to apparently Greece from Asia Minor and just before they sold him they started fattening him up for he told them how could you sell us and get a good price for us if we're Skin and Bones so to speak and then when he was put on the slavery block he was asked what his talent was and he said ruling over men and so he was bought and as a tutor for Someone's Child and but eventually found his freedom and but he was stateless and the first person to call himself a cosmopolitan, a stateless man and man of the universe a universal man and he persuaded a rich woman to live his dog like life for he was the most famous Scenic in history although he was not the father of cynicism he is certainly the most well-known and certainly lived the cynic and anti-material life and was not ashamed of nudity as actually not many very many Greeks were for the Olympic Games everyone was naked for instance and that was not an issue the issue was that when people threw chicken bones at him like a dog that he urinated on him when a rich man invited him into his Great Estate and told him not to spit anywhere for the place was too elegant and so in response dialogines spit in his face and told him that it was the most ugly thing that he has seen in his estate and by the way I spit in my father's face too and boy he came after me I mean my father-in-law earnestyle Canton and to spit Ernest Nile kitten Hoffman excuse me I'm using voice text so excuse the misspellings and when I spit in my late father-in-law's face it was like spitting on a hot iron before I had seen his face before when I told him that I wanted to spend time in Israel and never have I seen anybody look at me like they wanted to kill me and I saw death in his face a monster and a demon and then he put a gun in his belt and said let's go for a walk on his Ranch at night and we went out in the dark and he could have killed me easily for he gathers all the judges and leaders of Marin County every year at his Ranch in Lake County and I could have been a dead duck so easily and he had a hole in the back of Sugar Mountain over his ashes are today a well where he threw his garbage in anyone could have ended up down that well he was so powerful and so after the divorce he offered to buy me a one-way plane ticket to Israel what a great late father-in-law and people may say Peter you're still bitter after what happened almost 40 years ago and I say no the bitterness has fermented into alcohol and medical marijuana and peace of mind and victory for outlasting all the bastards and evildoers and proverbial assholes and Elder abusers and neglecters of a 75 year old man painted is mentally ill or disturbed or fanatical and a dreamer with no feet in his ground and would give everything away if he had his hands on money of which is true for I give most of my $1,200 a month fixed income away feeding the poor and distressed and the homeless and persecuted Anchorage in Marin County the richest the most powerful county in California in the most powerful country in the world and people are dying in our streets intense from homelessness and malnutrition and lack of medical attention of which my late father-in-law was the king of the beasts and even chairman of the Marion County Hospital board and founder of the mental health units and these are the only mental health facilities in the whole County only 18 beds and from our Humble Church Gathering in front of the Senior Center City Hall so Toledo an idea was hatched to create a homeless City in Sausalito with Marin County leading homeless advocate Robbie Paulson p o w l s o n to be correct using voice text doing all this from a standard Android cell phone and haven't touched a computer and and years and then with Daniel Eggink volunteering to pitch his tent openly in a hidden homeless camp where others were sleeping and hiding in the bushes and out of sight and breaking down their tents Daniel said his tent up in public and not only refuse to take it down but the police helped him one night during the storm to help keep it up and he refused to help being the kind of guy he is and antisestablishment and so the homeless Camp was born as a result of people's boats being destroyed and made homeless and displaced and moving into tents and my train of thought is Vanishing! Okay it's coming back diogenesis most famous for telling Alexander the Great to get out of his sunlight when he came to him to offer him the world and it is said that diogenes wanted his body to be given to his dogs to be eaten at his death and that just may be another Legend for he lived like a dog and that's what the Greek word cynic means dog and I forgot what iogenese means and anyways after my late father-in-law put a gun in his belt took me out for a walk in the night on his Ranch he told me how much money he had and I wasn't interested at all and talking about business and money and he couldn't realize that I am a spiritual being that I come from a family and history of divines and ministers of great importance like my great-grandfather who was in Sausalito before me reaching out to the Anchor outs and Mariners in 1890 and established the finished semen's mission in San Francisco of which developed into the St Francis Church of San Francisco on Church Street in the Castro District of which was mostly finished people people from Finland, former ancestors and Mariners of the Russians who came here prior and brought the finished Sailors with them and many apparently stayed along with many Russians and being of Russian to finish descent I feel perfect in Marin County which was the furthest extent of the Russian Empire at one time and that's another rarely known Untold Story and so after my late father-in-law told me how rich he was and how I was so disassociated from his way of thinking that all I wanted to talk about was spiritual things and immediately he said he didn't want to talk about God and we walked back to his Ranch House in the night and the next thing I knew was that I was told that he was going to disinherit Becky and my late mother-in-law said she was going to put Becky under conservatorship and so I was pressured and felt under pressure to sign some paper relinquishing my community property rights through marriage and apparently concerning the Tahoe ski Bowl of which they had made Becky a limited partner and of which the family owned and little did I know that I sign the way my family when I did that trusting my ex-wife Becky and still do even though she wrote a note saying you don't trust me and after saying and I don't trust her I have 74 hours to leave my home and you could imagine the Horrors in my mind that I've experienced ever since 1984 and the disassociation and Furious and concerns that if I went to court that I would be apprehended and put in some type of mental institution for being a Christian and drugged and lobotomized in my brain and so I ran and escaped into the dark on Thanksgiving evening the first one that I was planning to spend with my side of the family in 18 years to the selfish interest of my in-laws and wanting the grandchildren at every Christmas and every Easter of which is sick and abominable when I look back about it how horrible people can be an unthinking when I see on the news the people being separated from their families for a week what whores or maybe a month and what horse by captives and hostages and traitors and I'm thinking what are they talking about whores I I mean whores h o oh r e r s, okay things are breaking down in my voice text and I'm not calling anyone a whore I'm saying the h o r r e r s is the grown mature men would take such advantage over young and dumb people like me concerning the world and it's evil and it's power and it's corruption and it's greed of which are insatiable and presently I have more money than I know what to do with so I have been given the majority of my money away to the poor in the way of food and service and basically have been living off my back braking disability which I earned after 20 years of backbreaking slave labor in the maritime Recycling and Salvage business of my own and I earned my disability through hard backbreaking work when others got their disability for being drunken getting a car accidents and the same people have nothing to do except spend money on a horse and drugs and harassing hard-working Christian conservatives like myself and this is more of the true story and I have come out of the ass end of the tunnel so to speak and I'm seeing the sunlight again and I'm independently wealthy even though I'm on a fixed income and live free on a boat of which now after 40 years they want to take away from us again and we stand and fight now against this tyranny blasphemy and greed and hypocrisy of Marin County as leaders and Courtney including my late father-in-law Community leader of

40 years on a hook on San Francisco Bay living in Waterworld chapter 6 Escape to El Paso the crossroads of a Mariner's life and which way do I go and do I have a choice? Left My Heart in San Francisco!

40 years living in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay chapter 6 also known as 40 years on a hook and a future best seller No Doubt describing the demise of the last and greatest free Anchorage left in the world of which is being turned into an eelgrass sanctuary and a playground for yachts after eliminating all the unsightly working Waterfront Mariners and minimalists and this is obviously an unpunctuated draft chapter by chapter on Facebook to give it some tantalizing stimulant of actually doing this book live so to speak and unpunctuated and this chapter I will call the crossroads of El Paso El Paso Texas where I fled to after an unexpected and unwanted divorce and got as far in my car and Nomad trailer, as El Paso Texas before running out of gas and I was on my way to warmer climate in Florida for the divorce happened at the eve of winter and a great time to thoroughly disable someone in such a crisis and the reason I fled California initially after being served with the voice papers is that my late father-in-law was a Marin County Supervisor of the richest county in California and a very politically powerful and influential man who was for instance chairman of the California Maritime Academy in Vallejo and twice appointed by Governor's Pat Brown and Ronald Reagan to serve on the Harbor State navigation Commission and also was was that chairman of the Marin General Hospital of which Iran for the hospital board twice and he also founded the mental health Wards of Marin County General Hospital and they had been dropping hints that I was mentally ill or unbalanced for my deep and endless devotion to spiritual matters and didn't leave my home once for approximately 3 years of studying and praying and dealing with a severe case of scruples, religious scruples and agoraphobia at the time and when I pulled out of that tailspin after 3 years for it had been building up for a long time first time I didn't leave my home for 45 days and the second time for 3 months and the third time for 3 years and of course people thought I had lost my mind studying and praying all this time in the Redwood estate my wife and I and children lived in with a spectacular Garden like the Garden of Eden and had no reason to leave my home for we had everything one could want or need and yet I was Restless to spread the gospel worldwide and internationally as my ancestor who came to San Francisco and Sausalito before me in the 1890s to reach anchor outs and Mariners for Christ as a Lutheran priest sent from Finland as a missionary to the finish and Swedish speaking Sailors and anchorouts and Mariners on San Francisco Bay and his mission which was called thee Finnish Seamens Mission of which after 5 years of ministry to the Mariners of San Francisco Bay including Sausalito he said it was the toughest Mission he was ever on and after he left the mission turned into Gethsemane Church of San Francisco and then merged with the Danish Church and is now is called St Francis Lutheran Church of San Francisco on Church Street so I have inherited a family tradition of administrative Mariners and I married a Sea Captain's daughter Ernest Nile kittenhofen and who while serving as a merchant Mariner in a Mediterranean hosted General Patton in general Eisenhower at his Captain's Table and so this is the family and the power that I married into and was ultimately rejected for my non-materialistic spiritual beliefs of which my late father-in-law was a multi-millionaire also as well as a political public figure and a member of Mensa and if you are enjoying or getting anything out of this Monumental work in my opinion then you can encourage me to continue writing down this epic story of the last 40 years of the greatest and freest in the world being turned into an eel grass sanctuary and a playground for yachts on San Francisco Bay and you can help support this book and and history in the making through PayPal peteromanowsky@gmail.com or Cash App Cajidog$ for tips and Busking or write to the New Covenant Evangelistic Association Inc P.O.Box 1591 Sausalito, CA. 94966 /President and CEO Peter Romanowsky for tax  Exemption donations and support and thank you and help save our Anchorage from Developers such as the bay conservation and development Commission of San Francisco and the Richardson Bay Regency agency of Marin County California who are all for wiping out the Last Vestige freedom and living on San Francisco Bay and for that matter the thousands of miles of waterways on the Sacramento River and Delta of which all has been hijacked and no one allowed to live and work on the water freely anymore.

Forty Years in Water World/Chapter Five/on San Francisco Bay the last vestige of freedom on the seas and on the by by Privateer and Pirate Chaplin Peter pf Sausalito

Chapter 5/ 40 Years of Living in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay with the Pirates and privateers and living in a world of Anarchy where nobody has been elected to to do anything and they're natural god-given talents are their tickets to the gears moving into the machinery of the anchor out and so-called Pirates of San Francisco Bay of which we proudly wear the badge of Sir Francis Drake the privateer who first dropped anchor off of Sausalito and was the first Englishman to establish a fort in Northern California a wall they built it as a concern about being attacked by the local indigenous people of which turned out to be very friendly and accepting of Drake and we're actually sad to see him go and it was a big celebration which calculates to be on June 26th of which ironically is my birthday when the Miwok people had a goodbye celebration after he graciously was accepted and knew the whole world was going to change now for it was like a flying saucer landing on Earth with white Europeans and blue eyes and blonde hair and red hair and tall and the white skin and they thought this was their ancestors returning from their dead so to speak and Drake make caution for his men not to molest any of the women and there was a love affair between one of his crew and one of the first American women and that's another tantalizing story and in the meanwhile what made it so that I've been forced to live going into my 40th year on a cold damp boat or ship on San Francisco Bay after an unexpected and unwanted divorce and separation from my home the nicest house on the block with redwoods and garden two stories with a two-room guest house and even a birdhouse in the garden which double as a sweet little cabin and all is well and hunky dory until one morning I was served with a restraining order and divorce suit too leave my home and family on three children and 72 hours and here I landed in El Paso on a dark and dreary night so to speak and met a missionary that had gone through a similar fate and even worse for his wife had left him on the mission field and took his three children from a Latin speaking country and left him on the field and they were both educated people the wife worked for the state department if I recall and after leaving him became an alcoholic and all alone in this world without his two or three children if I recall and he tried to come for me and came into my Nomad trailer and got on his knees and prayed that God would give him a trailer like this before he was homeless and living in the rescue mission shelter and before I left I gave him the Nomad trailer and my car for I was out of gas for after I was served with divorce papers and forced to leave on Thanksgiving Eve from Marin County California and drove into the night with a friend who still had partiable bullet in his head from an incident with alcoholic man who thought he was trying to make time with his granddaughter and and the missionary that our little fledgerling church was the first to support was miraculously there in El Paso also at the same time and him and his wife came to them I Nomad trailer park in the parking lot near downtown El Paso when things were peaceful there in 1984 and you could walk across the border at night and the missionary took me across to Mexico and to the Border which was a walking distance and there was a Mexican man there very husky with a chain around his neck and kind of a guardian at night of the Border and no one else and the missionary took me to have dinner you know Mexican restaurant in Juarez which is the border of El Paso and had a great meal for almost no money and since I picked up smoking again after the divorce cigarettes were really cheap and I remember Sundays in the park in El Paso for a couple and white gowns preached and it was a whole nother world and to be continued if you like what I'm writing this rough draft then send a donation if you can through PayPal peteromanowsky@gmail.com 

Chapter Our Forty Years in Waterworld on San Frsncusco Bay by Pirate Chaplin Peter of Sausalito a true adventure

Chapter 4 / 40 years anchored in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay The Last Vestige of freedom on the water is being closed and here is my story and after an unexpected and unwanted divorce, pressured by my in-laws to shock me to my senses from my sincerely held religious and so-called fanatical beliefs and the simple truths of the Bible and to love one another and God the Father Son and Holy Ghost and the Heavenly most and after metaphorically preferably and literally waking up to a divorce virtually on Thanksgiving Eve when winter is coming and the cold November wins are the best way to disable an opponent just before and the beginning of winter to get that final blow and disable that one so thoroughly that none can pick themselves up without a supernatural intervention and although there's enough blame to go around for everyone needless to say I feel the victim and yet I am not and I'm a Victor and not a victim in the big picture of not only my family problems that brought me to live on boats for going on 40 years on San Francisco Bay and living with the most proverbially Savage people one can imagine and my entry ductory welcome was fuck you asshole and I thought to myself only on my own Mercy I've been in the Christian language in the world and church type Ministries since I was 18 years old and now I'm around 36 and have been told to start all over again from scratch and from nothing and being forced to leave behind my happy home and the most beautiful on the Block in the heart of Marin County the richest county in California if not the proverbial world and within 72 hours being Refuge on a boat on San Francisco Bay and it's not the first time I've been a boat refugee the first time in my mother's womb while my parents were escaping from socialist communism from the Russians of which my father was one and married my mother in Finland after defecting during the Russian finish winter Wars to the West and was a wanted man with the death penalty on him by the stalinist Socialist and Marxist/ atheist government and just to end up Halfway Around the World 75 some odd years later still a boat refugee from the womb to the present on San Francisco Bay and to be continued

Forty Years in Waterworld by Peter Romanowsky of Sausalito/Chapter one The Great Escape from land and on land

Title of book 40 years in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay by Peter of Sausalito and My Story begins waking up sunny day in the Redwood shaded estate that I lived in with my wife and three children and there was a knock on my door on a beautiful sunny crisp lovely and beautiful day for sailing down the coast of which I was prepared to do with a friend from Monterey Bay to Ventura California in a 24 ft boat called serif with a single cylinder diesel engine and sales and there was a knock on my door and I open the door and there was a young man with what look like a highway patrol hat that he had bought at a 7-Eleven store I'm handed me a paper and it said that I was being sued and I started to laugh inside like who could be suing me? Other than the fact that I didn't have any sewable assets and then I saw my wife's name on the papers and it was divorce papers with the restraining order to take only my personal effects and leave my home my three children and my wife and 42 hours and just take my car and Nomad trailer and the movie Nightmare on Elm Street was playing that week and I lived on Elm Street and I didn't know at the time but Johnny Depp was in the original Nightmare on Elm Street and little did I know that I would soon be living the life of a Privateer on San Francisco Bay as I reeled from the blow of being given 42 hours to leave everything I have loved and worked for and sacrificed for and living on the nicest house and a block and shaded by redwood tree and garden and all of a sudden on Thanksgiving Day I had to leave my home and drive out into the dark with a man suffering from a bullet wound in the head from a drunk man that thought he was molesting his granddaughter and off into the dark we drove and we drove and I went to see a Christian lawyer with Thanksgiving Eve if I recall and I gave him a couple hundred dollars in cash for his advice and one should never have to do that on first consultation and but I was in shock and he took the money regardless and invited me to a Thanksgiving dinner and I am reeling from the restraining order accompanied the divorce papers that I couldn't call my children and tell him that I love them and that this was all a surprise to me and I went to my front yard and there was a policeman in front of the house saying that the restraining order has been extended to 70 2 hours to leave all that I have loved worked for and sacrificed for and there was an officer and garden next door with his gun drawn on me like I was Freddy Krueger from the movie Nightmare on Elm Street and so me and my wounded Native American friend who had been shot in the head by a paranoid alcoholic man in a moment of Madness with my only companion and I tried to take the family cat with me and but jumped out of the trailer and that was it said goodbye to my neighbor who was the art director of college here in Marin County as a teacher and with a very German sounding name of which I can't remember but anybody that studied art in college women would probably have known him and he is still alive after all these decades and looks like he had never changed and yet my life had dramatically changed to be continued

Chapter Three Forty Years on San Francisco Bay in Waterworld Niche publishing without punctuation per se except for commas and a new age of writing and communicating to voice text and normal speaking and a normal way of communicating with people and in this chapter division is after coming down from the rim of the Grand Canyon of which is one of the most spectacular sites I've ever seen in my life and even the pyramids of Egypt didn't look as large as the Grand Canyon until I tried to climb one of the pyramids and failed and little did I know that to this day it is forbidden to climb the pyramids and but I met a young guy in Arab garb who took me to the guard or the custodian of the Great Pyramid on the back side and they let me slide and little that I know what a privilege it is that not even an Egyptian living today as permission to climb the Great Pyramid and as from the lip and Edge of Eternity at Grand Canyon and thoughts of death and life and suicide and revenge and even murder I roll down off that plateau with my Native American friend who still had a piece of a bullet in his head from a drunken insane man that shot him in the head while he was partying with him and having a paranoid delusion about him trying to make time with his granddaughter and we rolled into El Paso Texas and here are the visions and the memories of the greatest tragedy of my life as we rolled into El Paso in 1984 and found an abandoned parking lot to park or Nomad trailer and car in and nobody bothered us for money and no tickets no vending machines just a virtually empty parking lot near downtown El Paso and we thought oh joy have we scored a place to camp and in the middle of the night a curly headed robust and Beast of a man's head silhouetted in the the window at the feet of my bunk in my Nomad trailer and all of a sudden the window broke and this man is trying to break in and get me even in my bunk and being so possessed and I thought it was bad enough for being driven from my three children my home my family in 72 hours and having suicidal and homicidal and murderous fantasy thoughts of what I would like to do that these sons of bitches so to speak and I had to get away but I had to find peace and here Satan was stalking me all the way to El Paso and I grabbed the knife and I went to the door and I said what do you want and all he did was call my name over and over Pedro, Pedro and Satan Knows My Name and if Satan doesn't know your name then you aren't much of a bother to him and this drunken Spanish Mexican speaking brute of a man and no doubt an illegal alien if I might fantasy so in my awkward dreams of lining the dots together this was a beast of a man and then I found out that a man was murdered at the 7-Eleven just a few blocks from where my camper was and I'm reeling and I'm choking and I'm dying and I'm cold and I'm lonely and I'm in a trailer without heat and I remember virtually staggering through massive safely store in El Paso was hardly anybody there and feeling so lonely and alone except for mine first American friend with a bullet wound in his head and I felt at the bottom of the pit the end of the world death warmed over and I remember the movie was playing of Metropolis at the time a re-release in color and I was saying I would so long to see a movie just something normal for my wife my life was was no longer normal I had fallen a great fall from a great prefaces from the highest of the heights to the lowest of the low and all I had was still Wheels underneath and my wounded friend and I venture to the heart of El Paso from the trailer and figured the worst has got to be over I mean what could be worse and yet to have a mobile home within walking distance of downtown El Paso was quite an experience and there we saw a man and wife dressed in white like profits preaching in the park on Sundays and miraculously a missionary and his young Mexican wife that our church first were the supporters was there in El Paso at the same time and came to visit me and my wounded bullet in the head friend and mourned with me and his young Mexican wife could hardly hug me from the grease for our church and the mother of my children were their main link for finding financial support for the mission God is love in San Juan Del Rio in the state of Durango mexican where are small Band of Brothers and Sisters that form the church were the first to support this mission and the missionary bought 40 hectares of land for an orphanage and a church and a base of operation of which extended eventually to some 13 mission and satellite churches in the state of Durango in homes and wherever they could meet and he had built a church that could hold what seemed to me a couple hundred people in a village next to the San Juan Del Rio for $500 and I spoke and testified in the church and so did my children's mother who wrote the checks that came in for the mission in Mexico and my children's mother was more popular than I was for she wrote the check that came in for the non-profit to be continued

40 years living in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay by Peter Romanowsky

Chapter 2 40 years moving in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay The Dark Night of the Soul after unexpectedly receiving divorce papers from my wife and being given 72 hours to leave my luxury Garden home with redwoods and three children mildly company was a man who still had a fragment of a bullet in his head after being shot by a drunk and insane man thinking that he was molesting his granddaughter and we drove off into the night on Thanksgiving evening and first Thanksgiving that I was planning to have with my side of the family in 16 years and not even having a Christmas with my side of the family for when I was planning it my late mother-in-law called and beg that we would come back and have Christmas with her in her estate in San Anselmo and so we left going back home and not realizing this would be the last Christmas or Thanksgiving ever spent with my side of the family and we drove into the night into the dark and I was having very dark thoughts and I told a lawyer before I left that I felt like buying a gun and of course I was having suicidal thoughts and murder starts at the same time for my in-laws and I knew I had to get out of town and so me and my first American friend who had been shot in the head and was slightly paralyzed in the one arm and my only companion drove off across the desert of California into the Nevada and somewhere along the way on Thanksgiving night in the cold and The Bleak we stopped at a truck stop and had a Thanksgiving meal in a greasy spoon restaurant and so on we drove watching the sunrise and we drove and drove fleeing all the dark thoughts and confusion and hatred and revenge and fleeing Into the Night and and waking up eventually at the foothills of the Grand Canyon and became climbing up to the Grand Canyon which is like at least a mile above sea level and there was snow on the ground and The Nomad trailer I was Towing tended to fishtail on the icy Road and the automatic transmission was starting to go out and slip of climbing up to the lip of the Grand Canyon and finding a park there that was deserted and empty being November and snow on the ground and Below Zero and we parked into this cold and empty National Park parking lot and tried to stay warm without any heat in our nomad and I remember helping a couple in their motorhome like the pilot light on their heater and I remember the park director a very nice woman looking like she feels sorry for me being so alone and in a trailer that an apartment was empty in the beginning of winter and so I went to the edge of the Grand Canyon and dangled my feet over it and thought what an incredibly awesome site and what an incredibly depressing site not to have my wife children and family with me on a vacation and there was a meteor right there a huge meteorite on display that fell from the heavens sometime in the past and I would be amazed if it was still there today meteorites being so valuable and of course contemplating thinking and struggling with Suicidal Thoughts as standing and sitting at the edge of the Grand Canyon and I was odd to see all these strange names for the points of interest on the plexiglass map of the distant scenery for miles and foreign names like from India and not from any first American name that I could recall for points of interest and I gathered myself together and said my heart someday I'll be back here with my family and even though that seems impractical after some 40 years and children growing up and having grandchildren now two of which I have never seen and the son-in-law that I've never met before I was branded a pariah and a religious fanatic who dared teach from the Bible that wives should be a submission to their husbands and things like that and for the least of these things of course I was exiled from my wife's family and my wife threatened to be put under conservation instead of receiving a dowry of a few million and would be disinherited according to my late father-in-law and Marin County supervisor Ernest Nile kitten huffing and from this high point on the edge and the rim of Grand Canyon I called my father who was an expert mechanic and asked him about the slipping clutch on my car and he said take her to a garage and have them adjust the bands on the automatic transmission and lo and behold that solve the problem and we drove on from this Pinnacle and height of sheer depression and beauty and roll down to New Mexico and saw the stars in the sky that are so clear there and so Miles High and we drove and we drove and finally rolled into El Paso Texas and found an empty parking lot to park our Nomad trailer and car in and I found out later why the parking lot was empty for in the night of silhouette appeared at the photo of the window on my bank and a man started calling my name in Spanish Pedro, Pedro and then broke the window at my feet as it was like Satan following me and tormenting me all the way to El Paso and I grabbed the knife and I went to the door and I yelled what do you want and that's when he started calling my name Pedro, Pedro after breaking the window at the feet of my bunk and I thought that was me and how much more horror can a human being experience in such a short period of time of which ended up lasting for eternity and to be continued