Forty years on a Hook by Peter Romanowsky /Chapter # Attempted sail from Monterey to San Francisco

   After safely coming into Monterey Harbor California Visa Via the Coast Guard and rescue in the dark and because I couldn't find my way into the harbor or even   enough wind to navigate and too sail into the harbor entrance,of which was hidden by the fog. I was bobbing out there in the pitch dark and with no wind and a fog bank coming in and a commercial fishing boat then appearing from the fog after shooting off my bright red flares and then calling the calling the Coast Guard and then a plane was sent out to search also and finally towed me outside of Monterey Harbor and tied me to the Mooring out there, if I recall or just dropped anchor and set by coast guard and was ordered to stay with the boat and not leave the boat until they come back the next day. When  the Coast Guard did return it was led by an angry Coast Guard officer who demanded to see our flares and registration and myself and my first mate for lunch towards the Coast Guard officer who put his hand on his pistol and put his hand out and said stand back and then wrote us a ticket for having no flares of which we had to shoot off to get rescued and that's how such a ridiculous things can happen in life.           Two of my friends from San Francisco Bay in Sausalito came back with me to Monterey to help me Sail my 24-foot heavy wood sailboat, without a motor northward against the wind and current and one was an experienced sailor,who was born on a Trimaran and the other was totally green and new to sailing offshore like me for instance, but I spend a year of sailing from Sausalito and skirting the Golden Gate Bridge on the inside of the Bay and down the coast of San Francisco to Aquatic Park and Fisherman's Wharf area and back to Sausalito and more time practicing sailing up and down the channel of Sausalito on San Francisco Bay and I don't remember how much sailing time that I had total but it was a few years. At first I was thinking and praying about getting a tow up by a commercial fishing boat to Sausalito and San Francisco Bay and after going to a local high-end restaurant to celebrate our cruise to San Francisco Bay, we launched the next day or so and towing our old wooden dinghy and no life raft or any proper equipment for navigation and safety and Sailing by the seat of our pants like the minimalists we were and at first all is well and the weather was good and it was sunny and tacking up the coast we sailed and eventually a thermal Gail begin to build and started to pushing us back in the waves got up to about 16 ft which is two stories and I saw one breaking in a distance and my third mate was in shock and fear and went into the folks hole of the boat and covered himself with a blanket or sleeping bag and prayed that if God would get him out of this that he would serve him and when he came out of the boat cabin he eventually had the flare gun in his hand and wanted to fire it to get rescued before it got dark or before we were swamped or driven into offshore waves that were breaking far offshore and there were fire trucks in ambulances and police with their lights on onshore in the far distance and waves were breaking about a quarter mile offshore and we were heading right into the breakers and begin struggling to unfural the main sail and just in time we were able to avoid going into the breakers and started heading sewards again after we had turned back around to head back to Monterey Bay and the waves we're really big and our 24-ft boat was like a cork in between these two-story waves enrolled perfectly in between them and a larger boat would have had more difficulty when we were in trouble on the ocean and the sun went down, we were Sailing In The Dark with no navigation lights, back towards Monterey Bay, after only getting as far as Moss Landing before we had to turn back and we finally fired our flares after Dark and my first mate shown our Spotlight on the sale to light it up so that the Coast Guard could find us in the pitch dark and when the Coast Guard arrived in their 40-ft patrol boat it could barely straddle the up to 17 ft ways with a short valley between them and just big enough for our heavy little wooden sailboat and the bow of the Coast Guard boat would completely come out of the water like a submarine between the waves and this is how some ships are lost they break into when a wave Picks Them Up In The Middle and but Coast Guard boats are made to handle such stresses and they threw us a life jacket and missed and had to go back around and pick it up for their very expensive filled with all kinds of flares and tools and Light and after heroically recovering the life jacket in the dark finally we're able to get three of them to us to put on and tie our boat to their vessel and off they and at a high speed crashing through the waves as we were being told behind and my first week told me later that was the scariest part of the journey being towed by the Coast Guard for there are instances where a towed car accidentally sunk from being towed. Later the Coast Guard estimated the way to be as high as 17 ft and the Coast Guard officer said that they could see our sailboat by our bright spotlight being shown on the main sale in the dark and it was blowing and the ways were high and could easily hide a little sailboat between waves and but as a wave comes up then the boat could be fully seen again what it's sail lit up.o sail into the harbor entrance anyways of which was hidden by the fog and so I was bobbing, out there in the pitch dark. With no wind and a fog Bank coming in and a fishing boat calling the Coast Guard and a plane was sent out to search also and finally towed outside of Monterey Harbor and tied to the Mooring out there if I recall or just dropped anchor and set by coast guard and was ordered to stay with the boat and I'll leave the boat until they come back the next day and when the Coast Guard did return it was led by an angry Coast Guard officer who demanded to see our flares and registration and myself and my first mate for lunch towards the Coast Guard officer who put his hand on his pistol and put his hand out and said stand back and wrote us a ticket for having no flares of which we had to shoot off to get rescued and that's how such a ridiculous thing can happen in life. New paragraph two of my friends from San Francisco Bay in Sausalito came back with me to Monterey to help me Sail my 24-foot heavy wood sailboat without a motor northward against the wind and current and one was an experienced sailor who was born on a trimaran and the other was totally green and new to sailing offshore like me for instance but I spend a year of sailing from Sausalito and skirting the Golden Gate Bridge on the inside of the Bay and down the coast of San Francisco to Aquatic Park and Fisherman's Wharf area and back to Sausalito and more time practicing sailing up and down the channel of Sausalito on San Francisco Bay and I don't remember how much sailing time that I had total but it was a few years. At first I was thinking and praying about getting a tow up by a commercial fishing boat to Sausalito and San Francisco Bay and after going to a local high-end restaurant to celebrate our cruise to San Francisco Bay, we launched the next day or so and towing our old wooden dinghy and no life raft or any proper equipment for navigation and safety and Sailing by the seat of our pants like the minimalists we were and at first all is well and the weather was good and it was sunny and tacking up the coast we sailed and eventually a thermal Gail begin to build and started to pushing us back in the waves got up to about 16 ft which is two stories and I saw one breaking in a distance and my third mate was in shock and fear and went into the folks hole of the boat and covered himself with a blanket or sleeping bag and prayed that if God would get him out of this that he would serve him and when he came out of the boat cabin he eventually had the flare gun in his hand and wanted to fire it to get rescued before it got dark or before we were swamped or driven into offshore waves that were breaking far offshore and there were fire trucks in ambulances and police with their lights on onshore in the far distance and waves were breaking about a quarter mile offshore and we were heading right into the breakers and begin struggling to unfural the main sail and just in time we were able to avoid going into the breakers and started heading sewards again after we had turned back around to head back to Monterey Bay and the waves we're really big and our 24-ft boat was like a cork in between these two-story waves enrolled perfectly in between them and a larger boat would have had more difficulty when we were in trouble on the ocean and the sun went down, we were Sailing In The Dark with no navigation lights, back towards Monterey Bay, after only getting as far as Moss Landing before we had to turn back and we finally fired our flares after Dark and my first mate shown our Spotlight on the sale to light it up so that the Coast Guard could find us in the pitch dark and when the Coast Guard arrived in their 40-ft patrol boat it could barely straddle the up to 17 ft ways with a short valley between them and just big enough for our heavy little wooden sailboat and the bow of the Coast Guard boat would completely come out of the water like a submarine between the waves and this is how some ships are lost they break into when a wave Picks Them Up In The Middle and but Coast Guard boats are made to handle such stresses and they threw us a life jacket and missed and had to go back around and pick it up for their very expensive filled with all kinds of flares and tools and Light and after heroically recovering the life jacket in the dark finally we're able to get three of them to us to put on and tie our boat to their vessel and off they and at a high speed crashing through the waves as we were being told behind and my first week told me later that was the scariest part of the journey being towed by the Coast Guard for there are instances where a towed car accidentally sunk from being towed. Later the Coast Guard estimated the way to be as high as 17 ft and the Coast Guard officer said that they could see our sailboat by our bright spotlight being shown on the main sale in the dark and it was blowing and the ways were high and could easily hide a little sailboat between waves and but as a wave comes up then the boat could be fully seen again what it's sail lit up.

Another Chapter in the book The Life and Times on the Sausalito Waterfront

Weekly Jesus Festival every Sunday starting around noon with hot coffee and drinks and hot food around one O'clock and Fellowship time around mid afternoon when we are all fully awake here on the Waterfront of Sausalito and Anchorage denisins are finally awake with supper in the late afternoon in front of the Sausalito Senior Center and Library Sausalito City Hall building patio area and bring something to share for the pantry and or prepared food in a County where movements begin like the Mountain Bike and the first Rock Festival on Mount Tamalpias called the Majic Mountain Festival and the United Nations was dedicated here in the famous giant redwood forest close to Sausalito and Zen Buddhism with Allen Watts and the hot tube movement from the town of Fairfax and the first Medical Marijuana in America despensory in Fairfax also and the first porno movie to go mainstream called Behind the Green Door in Sausalito at the former Alta Mira Hotel and now a high expense drug recovery center and many major hedonistic cult movements in Marin as well as being  the Hedonistic Capital of the World (watch the movie The Serial filmed in Marin County) for that matter also being virtually the richest most lush and most desirable place to live in the world, if you have the money to move here or otherwise, the water is the only place to live if one is not a millionaire and the millionaires are trying to stop people from anchoring off shore where Sir Francis Drake first anchored off Sausalito, after the incoming tide during a fog bank drew him to the entrance of San Francisco Bay before anchoring off Sausalito and making first contact with the native American Southern Miwoks who were  also called The Water People and when a brave Miwok paddled out to the boat, that they thought came from the Heavens with thier departed ancesters and they exchanged hats as gifts with the brave warrior giving him a Crow feathered  headdress and Drake giving him a cap or hat that was the worse end of the deal because unbeknown to Drake that the Miwoks were the best basket weavers in the known world and as written by local Miwok descendant,  who wrote a book about the entire encounter with Drake and the Great Festival given to him on June 26 (my birthday) in the year of I forget 1567 or something and was the thier first  encounter with Europeans and Drake took it for an sign that they excepted him as Chief before he left after building the first English fort or wall in Novoto near the Chief village of the Miwoks and left tons of silver bars buried before sailing around the world to evade the Spanish ships waiting for him South after plundering ship and land for gold, Jewels, silver and wine and provisions and later sent a ship to recover the silver of which ever returned !? Also before leaving the rejoicing and crying Miwoks who knew the world would never be the same, after thier first contact with the proverbial aliens from another World, that people who were still in the stone age and had not even developed pottery yet and but like I said were the best basket weavers in the known World and I ironilky the only Spanish treasure ship that ever shipwrecked, some time over a hundred years or so later was full of Ming Dynasty China wear from the Philippians and the natives had the best tea cups in the World and before Drake left Marin County without a scandle with the natives,except one sailor and a Miwok maiden sneaking off together for a proverbial night of romance, which story is still told as an innocent trist, because Drake forbaid any such contact with the native women and treated the locals with great respect, even though the locals thought that they were gods and Drake's Chaplin wrote that Drake showed them that they were not gods but men, because they ate food and gods didn't have to eat and that they wore clothes and such, just like any other men and all this written down more accurately in a local Miwok publication by a Doctor who is related to the Miwok Chief named Marin of which this County is named after and the book name is Drake at Olympia the Chiefs native village where the Chief of the Miwoks and Drake finally met after leaving Sausalito and sailing to present day Novoto California and a beautiful Nature Park there where even the Grateful Dead lived in Chief Marin's Estate and a Drake coin found there also by another party and I have a weathered copy of the book give me my the last Miwok Princess directly related to Marin and her Uncle or Father if I'm not  mistaken wrote the oral traditions down and one last thing before Drake left was declaring it is said that all lands North of here are claimed as part of England and named to his land Nova Albion, translated New England as Albion was the original name of England and the people Drake told Queen Elizabeth had submitted themselves to England and the Queen and for more information on the first weekly Jesus Festival and or what to bring or share one can contact me Waterfront and Anchorage Pastor and Anchorout resident longer then anyone that I personally know or have hear from and would gladly give up the title as the longest known and so called Pirate Anchorout on a Hook on San Francisco Bay to anyone else who claims it and Signed Pirate Pastor Peter Christian Romanowsky  415 374 0734 

Forty Years on a Hook by by Peter Romanowsky Chapter Greer

     A very emotional story about a man named Greer and it wasn't too long before I met a town bully. Who was so upset with me, because I wouldn't let him keep his two huge dogs in my ford  Econoline van, made in around1964 and I believe that there was a song and yes, it was a song about Ford Econoline vans in the 60s, straight sixes and I think Mitsubishi or some Japanese company bought the rights for the straight six engines and turn them is it something super, if I'm not mistaken and because the car was rickety and old and I had to keep moving it every tjet days under California law when it's parked on public property I had to continually lift up on it over the engine to do some adjustments to be able to move the car every 3 days and these two huge dogs were in the car and I couldn't even move the car when they are in a and he got very upset with me and tried to squirt me with a hose and barked at me and treated me like shit for not letting me keep his dogs in my van of which was in possible because the back was all filled with things and only the engine cover between the two front seats was really available and I couldn't tweak the engine and move the car every 3 days with two dogs left abandoned virtually in my car and so he was very upset and that was the beginning of a very long history of anger by this man at me and I could only describe it as demon possession because we never had any type of encounter before and this was virtually the first time I ever met him and he carried a grudge against me that would not end and ended up breaking a key often my car and my lock steering wheel which I had to take apart to move the car and flattened two of my tires on the same side when it was full of metal ready to take the metal yard for recycling in Richmond California at LMC metals next to the docks where they shipped a metal overseas to Japan apparently in other countries and I chased him around while he was laughing after slashing my tires and disabling my ability to cash in my metal to support myself and the police would do nothing and basically had the attitude of do you have a Polaroid and that was one of my early dumbfound experience with the Sausalito police and this went on and on let's say for a couple of decades taunting me belittling me calling me names and never knowing if he's going to further vandalize my car for instance and nothing felt safe with him on the waterfront and this went on and on and on maybe two or three decades and a brief time when he went to San Quentin prison for 3 years if I recall before attempted murder murder by kicking a homeless man in the head repeatedly with his steel toe boots from what I heard until the man's ear was just dangling off his head by a piece of Flesh according to the police and the man was only feeding his dog it's a homeless Camp behind Margaritaville at that time in Sausalito and before he went to prison he asked me if I would take care of his van and I took care of it for the 3 years that he was in San Quentin prison and had to utilize it is my Salvage and recycling operation and use it for storage and had to move it every 3 days and I already had two other cars that I had to move every 3 days and it was quite a circus to keep moving cars around and a lot of work and for that's the law in California you can't stay in one spot for more than three days and it's a big ticket at least $175 I got one at one time and on the back of the ticket it says if you disagree with this ticket right to the headquarters of where they process all the tickets and I told him I disagree and they got back to me that the ticket is Forgiven and it's one time only protocol I say and when he saw that I had to use his van to store metal for my Salvage operation he flipped out and blew a gasket acting threatening telling me I trashed his van that I've been taking care of for 3 years if I recall I last count of years he was in prison and it may have only been two or three years and he went to the police and tried to report that I had stolen his van while he was in prison and the police asked him if he gave me the keys to his van and he said he did and so he could not charge me with that and this is the Gratitude I got from a sociopath by trying to help him and be his friend a daycare of his van and all it needed was some cleaning when he got out but he wanted everything to be perfect like it was before he left and of course he never paid me to take care of his van and I never asked him for any money and just for the use of it is what I needed to do in order for me to practically take care of it by moving it every 3 days for instance and anyways I called a police on him after seeing him from a distance clinching his fist at me like he was going to attack me and fresh out of prison and to make a long story short the police arrested him again for he just got out of San Quentin prison and his parole was revoked for another period of time and I can't remember how long and then when he did get out after being charged with a pearl violation threatening me he began taunting and ridiculing me even more and acting threatening and never knowing what he might do are capable of doing for he didn't work at all and got a check from Social Security they're probably amounted to $1,200 a month for being mentally deranged and of course unable to get a job with a prison record and while I was Labor and recycling and getting only up to maybe $700 in the middle of summer salvaging and recycling in a month and that was the max I can remember ever making doing hard work and by hand collecting cans and bottles and enough cans and bottles if they were put on top of one another they would reach twice as high as the space station and are stretch all the way to Los Angeles and Beyond and while criminals we're using their money for drugs and prostitutes at the taxpayers expense and it was so painful to be able to scratching and working so hard after an unexpected divorce turned my life upside down virtually overnight and the pain and the feelings are still with me when I see how people take advantage of welfare and Social Security that are able-bodied and get those fat checks of which I couldn't get until I got SSI disability for my back after 17 years of backbreaking work salvaging and recycling on the waterfront of Sausalito and supporting myself and Ministry and then getting earned Social Security which together amounted for the maximum amount people get for mental disability or physical disability whether they have any quarters or not and anyone who gets drunk and runs into a tree and gets crippled or goes to prison and can't get a job or blowing their brains out with drugs and getting checks to buy more drugs until they virtually kill themselves with alcohol drugs and prostitutes and so The Beat Goes On and finally he had a stroke in the park and Sausalito and he was never the same after that he was obviously now neurologically and physically disabled both from overdose on drugs no doubt and was just as mean and ugly and more on the disabled side this time and used only words against me as I was working hard salvaging and cleaning the waterfront of Sausalito and the Anchorage of abandoned anchors and ground tackle and buying and selling and trading used votes and rowboats and tenders and outboard motors and became an expert at working on British seagull Motors and then eventually after more years of him calling me flapper for some reason flapper flapper like may confront of me being a preacher and drinking with his buddies and getting them all to rail at me and poke fun at me while I'm busy hard at work cleaning the Earth for a living and then a strange thing happened we started becoming friends after he got all that angst out of him and said he even voted for me when I ran for a local public office on ballot and then the next thing I heard is that he got in the argument on a boat anchored out over a backpack filled with money and probably somebody's social security or SSI check of $1,200 in cash or something and he wanted to argument got the backpack of money and got into a kayak at night and disappeared and was found drowned the next morning over in Tiburon California across Richardson Bay and was told that he was still holding on to his marijuana grinder in his hand when they found him dead onshore and that's my story and I'm sticking to it of Greer Kavanaugh and may He have found peace as we had may peace before he lost his life that night in an unsteady kayak that he wasn't used to and with his disability he wasn't very coordinated physically now also and a kayak you must be coordinated to stay upright without tipping over and the Anchorage is no place for drunks and that is why people tend to use stimulants that are anchored out if anything at all and moderate amounts of alcohol everybody virtually uses and nobody can be drunk I live anchored out on the San Francisco Bay very long without something terribly happening and to be continued 

Forty years on a Hook by Pirate Pastor Peter Romanowsky/ Boarded by Pirate in the middle of the night on San Francisco Bay off of the port city of Sausalito

    My work in progress 40 years on a hook with the Pirates of San Francisco Bay and in this chapter BOARDED by a pirate. There was a man who came into the Anchorage off of Sausalito. He was clean cut looking and hard-working looking and tool belt and all kind of guy really short hair good to go and had a beautiful looking woman on his boat. I believe he introduced her as a school teacher and he asked, if I had any anchors for sale and knowing that I was a salvager and I brought him the perfect kooking anchor, exactly like the one he lost and I salvaged it and he flipped out and accused me of stealing his anchor, that he had lost and well to tell a long story short. If there is an anchor lost without a buoy, it is fair game to salvage. I watched the anchor bouy, until it broke off and it was clean underwater. The anchor line and I being a dragging for anchors type of guy waited politely to what this seemed to be an abandoned little buoy little marker and not much of anything maybe even just a small fender and then those wasn't no show and so I hook the anchor and couldn't get it up so I hired Jesse a local anchor out at the time with with a motor skiff to power the anchor out and I salvaged it from being a marine Hazard so to speak. Well in lo and behold when I showed him the anchor again he accused me of stealing it and basically being stalking me after that and mocking me when I came to the dingy doc or skiff Landing and it seemed endless is taunting and threatening and after one long day busking on the Dock of the Bay and having a few drinks to unwind at the buck doc and when I went out to my boat and could offshore while in a deep sleep and enhanced by a few drinks to help relieve my arthritis. This pirate boarded my ship in the middle of the night and while I was asleep and Unchained my boat from its anchor Mooring and sent me a drift and I woke up in the middle of the night to a bright shining light in the window in front of me on my ship and I thought it was the Coast Guard with a spotlight on me in the middle of the night and I thought what would they be doing with me in the middle of the night and for usually the Coast Guard only stops vessels that are underway and not anchored or moored for they don't have to stop and anchor or more the best because they're already stopped and so they leave us alone unless somebody grievously complains and even that and when I blink my eyes don't look closer after getting up and it was somebody's back porch light on Tiburon Island and I was bumping up against their porch built over the bay and I was gently bumping up against it like I was tied up to a a dock and it was a miracle there was no wind it looked like a slack tied and the Rascal head cut a racing motor boat hole that I had salvaged and cut her the drift with no engine on it of course and couldn't find my skiff line to cut my skiff line for my dinghy with my little two and a half horse seagull motor made in Britain and so I used my little dinghy with a little tiny motor and pulled this almost 50 ft Ferro cement boat away from the dock or a porch and out to where it was before and I went to the perpetrators boat and he was surprised that I had my boat back in its place after he set it adrift and he looked like he was praying with his hands clapped between his legs and was saying something like that he was sorry or something and I would say sorry for being caught like Judas is scary it was and where Peter denied Christ three times before the cock and he truly repented and it was just like he had a panic attack for Jesus and told him prior that his statement that he was the son of God was the rock that the church would be built on and not on Peter but on the Rock Jesus for two different Greek words for rock or use and that's another story. Anyways if I recall he said he was sorry and that he was had some illness or something or or he was dying of something type of story right and I told him that in that burst of angry that he should have died sooner rather than cut my boat loose and of course that's figurative. I had called the Coast Guard and the Coast Guard just said go to the office and file an official report and I didn't have time to do that for I am on anchor out time and we don't have time to go to court and hassle with stuff like that and the sauce it up please never take a report and even won't till this day unless the offense is over $2,000 and you can't even complain on their website file a complaint personally on the website unless the damage is succeeded $2,000 and that's another story welcome to the Real World. So I let it go and I thought how can I make peace with this man he honestly thinks I stole his anchor he didn't even offer me Salvage rights for the anchor and just flipped off and blew it in front of his beautiful school teacher lady friend on his boat and I've never seen any lady on his boat since. So around Christmas time I had previously salvaged an anchor similar to the one that he accused me of being a thief for her and it wasn't as big but it was the same plow anchor and I left it on the deck of his boat around Christmas time as a gift if I recall to make peace without talking to him without confronting him or making him feel guilty or groveling I just left him a gift unconditionally. He was so grateful and surprised and so happy that I had done such a gesture and basically because the anchor was the same style and just smaller you might say I got my cut out of 10 lb of the anchor of which was around a 40 pounder and I gave him a 30 pounder I think and but the gist of the story is by giving my worst enemy and pirate a gift he came over with hot coffee brought me hot coffee and well at the same time thanking me and we've never had a problem since and so the lesson I learned was when nothing else works do something unconditionally for that person if for nothing more than even a gesture or emotion and you may be surprised by response. If you like my rap go to cash app Cajifog$ for tips and gestures imagine if everybody took the dollar! I don't need any money I have everything I basically need except a woman and but I use my own and all don't need money to buy food for our church fellowship and picnic every afternoon and Sausalito at Tempe Park corner of Bridgeway and Napa Street and this coming Sunday and memorial for Chico the man of Sausalito starting at noon and ending with a picnic luncheon in his honor and memory.

Chapter Nine/ Testimonial/ Arrival at Gates of of Hell at Gate Six Sausalito / by Peter Romsnowsky CEO/President of NCEA Inc

  Voice to text unedited and unpunctuated a work in progress.... Once upon a time I woke up on a sunny and a beautiful day in the heart of Marin County California and there was a knock at the door and a young man with a 7-Eleven Highway Patrol hat and gave me a piece of paper and "said you are served"  if I recall and I looked at the paper and it said that I was being sued and I laughed to myself, as to who could be suing me and then I looked at the name on the lawsuit and it was a divorce lawsuit with my wifes name and I had 48 hours to leave my home and take my car,personal property and trailer of which I bought so we could go in a marriage counseling vacation at my wifes suggestion and then being thrown into it and I found myself falling into a bottomless pit and the paper included a restraining order that I couldn't contact my children for 3 years and of course and I lost it like this only a divorcer wants to tell the children what is going on and I couldn't tell my side of the story or even call my children to comfort them. For all was so well we had the highest joint income of our marriage we have three children with a brand new baby and Sarah and I thought I was on top of the world and that the darkness had passed and I had just gone through 3 years of The Dark Night of the Soul where I couldn't leave my home for that length of time and made the best of it studying and praying until I was healed enough to come back out into the world and I bought a couple of used sailboats and taught myself how to sail and sailed one of them down to Coast as far as Monterey and I was in the process of continuing the journey to Ventura California. Of course I was in other consternation and confusion and disorientation and for it felt like I had just been hit by a truck and I had given my wife my community property under duress by my in-laws and I was pennyless to fight the lawsuit after 16 years of marriage and so after an extension of 72 hours, to leave my home and while the movie Nightmare on Elm Street was playing, that week downtown and I lived on Elm Street it all just seemed so surreal and it was Thanksgiving time and I was planning and seriously thinking or taking the family to my parents house in Los Angeles to have Thanksgiving for the first time since our marriage with my side of the family and all this hell breaks out and so I got into trailer that I bought, at my wife suggestion to go on a marriage counseling and healing vacation back East to Jim Baker's marriage counselors classes and Ministry and here I was living in the trailer and being towed away in my used car down to Sausalito and I parked in the parking lot briefly at Galilee, with the trailer and stared out over the water,o for I had a 30 ft Wooden Boat a sailboat out there that was not prepared to be lived on during the winter of which was closing in on me and so with a friend of mine. That I was going to take down to Monterey to continue my sailing and delivery voyage to Ventura, as a gift to my father who has spent and been denied all the blessings and privileges by being around my wife and I and children as we were perennial least stuck with my wife's side of the family on Christmas and Thanksgiving and all and we live in close to my in laws and their access to our children and not to be in touch with my parents who were virtually and totally isolated from our family and living in Los Angeles, the proverbial 500 miles away and I thought this boat would be a nice little token, for it I had planned to spend the summer with my family in Israel for I had been a partner with a missionary couple at the Petra Hotel at the entrance if King David Street in the Old City and in the restaurant business and watching the hotel at night and managing it and I had also rented a two-bedroom flat unfurnished in Bethlehem overlooking the shepherd's field and I also had bought a youth Volkswagen Beetle during my numerous Journeys to Israel and Jerusalem as part of my International Outreach Ministry of what stretched from Finland through Scandinavia and across Europe to Greece and up from there through turkey and Cypress and then Israel and on another mission across Egypt up and down and surveying it for future missionary evangelism and activity and after driving from Marin County in the dead of the night with my first mate who had a bullet wound in his head from a drunk paranoid that shot him Point Blank and left some pieces of the bullet in his head and he was my only companion and a beautiful person he was and an innocent victim and together we drove into the night on Thanksgiving Eve and stop somewhere to have a Thanksgiving dinner at some truck stop and then drove on across the South to El Paso Texas on my way to the Florida Keys to get warm for I did not want to spend the winter on my cold boat in Northern California and we ran out of gas and El Paso and I gave the Nomad trailer in my car to a missionary whose wife had also left him and taking his kids on the mission field and I crossed the border and we took a bus along the Mexican border to Tijuana and crossed back into California and for the first time in my account life I was all of a sudden homeless and sitting on a bench all night with no place to sleep and watching the homeless people all night and one of them offering me some McDonald's hamburgers from the dumpster and I gladly ate them up and it was the first time in my life that I'd eaten dumpster food and I called my mother for bus fare to go up to her 40 acres in sold at Canyon in the northernmost part of LA County and then we took a bus back up to Marion County and I parted with my friend and he went to my now ex-wife's house for shelter and she gave him a sleeping bag and he eventually died in the sleeping bag in San Anselmo homeless and I moved on to my 30 foot and leaky boat for it had never stopped leaking some time I bought it and I was snookered as most people are when they buy their first boat and it did not have adequate Heat and in fact no heat at all and I ended up getting frostbite on my feet from falling asleep with cotton and wet socks and my feet look like they had jungle rot and but eventually completely healed and I settled in to see the world Around Me Now and the world and I hadn't been apart for some 17 or 18 years, before I met my wife and got married and have been living in a home on a hill and then in an apartment complex that might in law phone and then to a beautiful garden estate and this became how I was accustomed to live in a middle and upper class life and married into one of the if not the most wealthiest influential father-in-law and Marin County and was a former supervisor I knew the judges that handled my divorce case and I knew that if I went to court they were going to have me declared incompetent or insane and that's what my father-in-law always alluded for my devotional and if not fanatical born again Christian faith of which was the opposite of his hedonistic lifestyle and was interested only in having grandchildren and he was also the founder of the mental health units at Marin General Hospital of what she was also chairman of the board and the judge that initiated the divorce was a friend of mine-in-laws and did my sister-in-law's wedding and the judge did finalize the divorce after me fleeing and not showing up and knowing what was going to happen was also a friend of my in-laws and I had no choice but but flea and going to Exile or risk being committed and drugged and possibly Electro shocked treatment as was practice and still is practice at Marin General Hospital and after looking around in this new world that I was baptized in and the same world that I came out of I have to be born again in 1968 and had become accustomed to live in the life of Riley and now I was in lower the bowl again where I first initially started after running away from home during the year of the Summer of Love and hitchhiking back to Marin County of where I lived for a few years before moving with my parents down to Los Angeles and after a year of living there I couldn't stand it no more after living in Marin County and hitchhike back up and the first night I spent it was on the waterfront and in the houseboat of a waitress at the Charles Van Dam nightclub on the border of Sausalito and Marin County Land and here I was again after all those years married and being a minister and an evangelist and the vice president of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association and the first church to sponsor the mission Dios es Amor in the heart of Mexico and the state of durando and now I am nothing again and no wife and no kids and no family and no money and the only skill I do was being a pastor and an international missionary evangelist and we had a thrift store and we had a disciple house ministry and homeless shelter in the first floor of our house and have had homeless people sleeping on our porch and on our couch and here I was homeless, after taking so many homeless people in and turning our home into a homeless shelter and the only one in our town and before that was any homeless official shelter in Marin County and there is a bronze life-size statue that looks like me next to City Hall and San Anselmo and dressed like Indiana Jones and I believe it's a token and a gift by the Angels in memory of me taking all the homeless in and especially even the town drunk James Gronsinski who died and went to Glory in Our Guest House and turn out to be one of the nicest and sweetest people one could ever know or meet and so misery on top of humiliation and I went to a local used stuff store to buy a fork and spoon or something to eat with and the man there seemingly mocking me and saying "starting all over again with a smurk"  and so here I was jobless and houseless and family less, with only the clothes of my back and a boat with a constant leak that I constantly had to attend and could not even leave for any length of time and so here I was trapped in Sausalito and on the waterfront and Anchorage and again looking around and seeing every sort of boat or houseboat or contraption or work of art and with people looking like proverbial Pirates and the shenanigans and hard drugs and plenty of drinking and a lot of sex and everyone was following and former Anglican priest who claimed to have introduced Zen Buddhism to America and his name was Alan Watts and all these old school and old timers had died off or moved on and the second generation of hippies following the beatniks we're in charge now and full of energy and youth they were and parties going on and campfires and barbecues on shore and wine and beer and alcohol flowing all around me and yet again I was totally broke and pennies and jobless and the only other skills I had were as a mechanic and as a property manager and none of these job opportunities presented themselves. For everyone was desperate to find work and in order to live on the waterfront and most desirsble place  to live and the most expensive, Sausalito! But after pondering my condition and being fed and helped Along by and mentally ill, on and off heroin user who bought me cigarettes of which I started smoking again and a beer here and there and taking me to the back of a Chinese restaurant for instance and getting the leftovers from the busing tray and I thought to myself that this is the lowest point and as I walk back and forth in the Waterfront wondering how I could make a living I noticed the Yacht Harbor dumpsters were full of all kinds of exotic stuff that the millionaires would be throwing away and I remembered in the Book of Job where Satan came before God to accuse job and God said to Satan by which way have you come into my presence and he said from going back and forth throughout the Earth and looking for somebody to accuse for saying is also called the accuser the brother and accused Job of being faithful to God, because the Lord has built a hedge around him and he was prosperous and had no one to need and God put job to the test by taking everything away from him and even his health and was reduced to ashes and scraped his body with a pot Sheard and I thought to myself if Satan could come before the presence of the Lord like in the Book of Job by going back and forth throughout the Earth, then I will go back and forth across the world in Sausalito and pick up all the recyclables and all the discarded Marine gear and everything imaginable that could be put into a dumpster from wealthy yacht harbors and wealthy Yachtys and so I became a full time Salvager and  recycler for the next 20 years. Until my back was broken from the hard labor with nodes and spars and arthritis and for the next 20 years after that I perform with two doxies on the dock of the bay where Otis Redding got the inspiration for his famous song and perform daily with my dogs on My Guitar and helping to play it with their paws and my first Taxi went to dog heaven after 10 years for she was seven or eight when I got her and my second Doxie also the same and then I reached Social Security age and started getting Social Security checks and a disability check for all the back breaking work I had done and after taking a year off vacationing in Marin County and working on my boat h

a buying a used Ford Sport Explorer with a 4-speed Overdrive and rack and pinion steering and that  became my pet car or Auto and after a year doing anything I wanted todo and having the money to do it. For not having to pay rent mortgage is her taxes on property and my children's Mother, who is the treasurer of our nonprofit. Wrote me in, as CEO and  president of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association Inc. For we were the last two board members, until we invited Doug storms to be Secretary and my children's Mother   doubled as the Secretary, so Doug could be free to minister and the last I heard he was in Mexico and no doubt spreading the word and Back Again to my story and  proverbly arriving at the Gates of Hell as called by yhe locals. The entrance to the Waterfront of Sausalito at gate 6, whete zombies freeloaders, Saints and Sinners and drug addicts and sex addicts and followers of the former Anglican priest Alan Watts. That  claimed to have introduced Zen Buddhism to America of which in the Far East, nobody's ever heard of Zen  Buddism!? Also I met Alan Watts grown up son and he was a very nice and polite waterfront denisen and was staying at the Zen Buddhist Center at Muir Beach and other places I'm sure like on the water and but I also met the former Roadie for the band The Pink Floyd and he was a fantastic person and perfect gentlemen and had a son named dancer and he was an anchor out off Sausalito on a houseboat on San Francisco Bay and he was the gnarliest looking pirate that I've ever seen on the waterfront pand with a Sweet Soul like gold and I met the man at Galilee Harbor those working on Michael Eiseisner's biographical book who was the CEO of Disneyland and the  Hippie Summit happened and a ferry boat turned houseboat with Timothy Leary and other poets and free thinkers and anarchist  and revolutionaries, before I had arrived and also the houseboats were the hiding place of the weather Underground and the ferry boat to Charles Van Damme was the number one hotspot for bands in Marin County and looking back it was the Fillmore Auditorium so to speak of Marin County, or the Avalon Ballroom and I was too young and dumb to know what was going on and I wasn't even old enough to buy cigarettes. But they always had a cigarette machine there back in the mid-60s and I used to sneak out of my house of my parents, who were sleeping. In Larkspur not far away and catch the bus at night with a friend and go to the Charles Van Damme and we serve alcohol even though only 17 and looked older and it was the Wild West back then with a two-story bar and dance floor and eventually Joe Tate and the home Rock Band called the red legs perform there later on in the 60s after it ceased being a nightclub and bar and dancehall and was revived again by the and it was all just one big free for all and Sausalito and a place for Anything Goes and dropping into this soup late in life at 36 after my unwanted divorce in 1984 I had to learn how to live all over again with nothing like I did when I first ran away from home in the year of the Summer of Love and return back to Marin County where I had lived for a few years prior to moving back to Los Angeles where I was raised with my parents and except for the fact that I had a couple of old and wooden sailboats and one was anchored off Monterey Harbor a 24 ft sailboat called Sarif of which I was sailing down the coast to deliver to my father is a gift in Ventura County of which was the destination of the boat and but the drivetrain stripped out and I had to get a new drive chain for the Lister diesel and while at home in San Sumo and getting ready for the next leg of my voyage my divorce went down unexpectedly and here I was in Sausalito with my 29 and a half foot boat, old and wooden sailboat that never stopped leaking from Below and I had bought it at kermits yard Harbor in San Rafael on the canal, buy a boat salesman and of course I got totally ripped off as usual when a newcomer who wants to be a sailor go shopping for a boat and is a sucker. Pausing to ruminate, it's 449 in the morning June 29th 2023, I've been living on the water in my boat since November 1984 and except for three years in a place called Galilee Harbor in Sausalito, the entire time I've been anchored off Sausalito on San Francisco Bay and I as I have aforementioned I became a full-time resident at this time and prior I had a 30 ft marine plywood sailboat a year or so earlier and spent half my day on the boat and half my day in my home with my wife and children, until I was sideswiped by it unexpected divorce and of whom I do not blame my spouse for as I have mentioned before, I married into a wealthy and Powerful family in Marin County the wealthiest and most powerful County in California and ultimately I was rejected by my in-laws of whom my father-in-law never really accepted me and went along with the marriage and it pleased my mother-in-law and he was interested in having grandchildren and that was about the size of it and after producing three grandchildren I was forced out of the family and could do nothing about it for he held the reins of power in this County and knew the judges that did my divorce and so like Moses I fled Into the Wilderness from the face of pharaoh and like David my wife Michelle was taken back by King Saul his father-in-law and being forced to live on my inadequately prepared boat or vessel and dropped into the midst of a hodgepodge of anchored boats and people of every sort and someone wanted by the law and are hiding and some are displaced persons who have lost their homes and family like I did through a divorce and others are addicted to alcohol and drugs and sex and false religions and philosophies and yet all of these train wreck of a community, like I myself have become a part of and are considered floating Jetsam on the bay and treated with no respect and belittled and slandered and vilified as to currently being accused of contributing to global warning, by our anchors dragging and circles like crop circles and yet the Eel Grass Grows prolifically and we are blamed for destroying the eelgrass on this part of San Francisco Bay and in reality it is so thick now because of all the nitrates in the Bay from the Mansions of millionaires that surround us and fertilizers running off after the winter storms and the Eel Grass is growing out of control in the Summers and then dies off in the winter and this is where the battle lines are drawn now, Plus are floating homes and boats have been declared Marine debris and so-called Harbor Masters and administrators black sharks prowl the water and looking for blood in the water so that they can devour people's homes and boats without do compensation and relocation on land of which they wish us to move into or into marinas that don't want us and that are outrageously expensive and so we sit like ducks in a pond and the hunters have their shotgun, too her verbally blow us out of the water and just like the spotted owl was used to destroy the lumber industry in what's now called The Emerald Triangle of where most of the high-grade marijuana is grown in America. Because the loggers were put out of work and their children became marijuana farmers and that's what they expect us to become and for there is no dry land for us to come to onshore in Marin County, a millionaires playground and the hedonistic capital of California and search for the movie called the serial about Marin County infamous hedonism and high rate of divorce. I am currently learning and relearning on how to be led by the Holy Spirit and not to be anxious about anything and to let the Holy Spirit do the talking and inspiration through me imperfections and all for We Are collaborators and the Holy Spirit is not dictating anything to me and but inspiring me and bringing pertinent things to my memory and I am learning this while writing my autobiography and memoise. Not to be anxious about what to write down or what to say for it shall be given to me in that hour, so to speak as Jesus taught when going to court for his sake and persecution by the accuser of the bread and the devil. Not to premeditate what to say or to be anxious about what to say and have a clearly defined thought process prior to a court appearance as in my case a number since my divorce on the quality of life issues of which I began to suffer all of the sufferings of the homeless and the anchor outs and being arrested along with them for simple things like being charged with drunk in public of which is a common charge when the police want to harass her hassle people at the city councils bequest of Sausalito for instance to get rid of all the poor people and the Riff raft and the homeless and the police say you have to go home and drink and how can you say that to a homeless person who lives in her shoes and needs a little alcohol to help forget their poverty as the last chapter of the Book of Proverbs prescribes and it prescribes judges not to condemn those for drinking in public or even being drunk in public and not to criminalize them and to say as I say and interpret the meaning of that proverb telling the judges to judge righteous judgment and for not to give people criminal records to make it harder for them to get a job and by the grace of God I have never been convicted of being drunk in public and even though I have been accused and arrested for it after my divorce a number of times and in fact I hold the record for being body bagged and shamed hand and foot, and being charged with drunk in public and resisting arrest when all I did was lay down in a non-violent protest position and I was chained hand and foot and carried away and by the grace of God in court God gave me the wisdom to have a jury trial and representing myself as an attorney in Pro per, wowing the courts and the jury to the point where the judge told me after two of the jurors bailed out after I gave my opening statement and one said that he knew me and couldn't be an impartial judge and another said she witnessed the quote police brutality that was inflicted on me at my arrest for non-violently protesting and just laying down and saying Carry Me Away and so there was not enough jurors left to have a trial and the nervous and squeamish and paranoid judge who had who had been pulled out of retirement. Specifically to handle my case because she couldn't be recalled and I was part of a recall movement of judges and a district attorney and I signed the initial papers to recall the district attorney and then I got a call from Lynette Rose to founder of the first medical marijuana Club in the USA and said that she had a beef with the district attorney also and wanted to join us in recalling her and she put up the money and the signatures to put the district attorney on the recall about it and then we ran a friend of mine name Carol Marduez, who is being persecuted for trying to rescue her daughter from an abusive father who was a cocaine addict and dealer and even burned her daughter with cigarettes and the district attorney decided to make an example out of her when she got a court order from Judge Duffy and went with the police to her daughter's school to get custody of her daughter and then the district attorney accused her of making false statements to get the legal Authority and decided to make an example out of her for political reasons for I had encouraged her to run for Novato school board and I was her campaign manager and the district attorney thought that she could gain popularity in votes by going after my close and Christian and godly mother and friend and it all backfired and then we ran my friends brother who is an attorney against the district attorney and of course she out spent our candidate and got reelected and but it broke her health and she could never run again for I had heard that she was having trouble with some sort of blindness and she was being groomed to be no doubt the next congresswoman are senator and being from the richest and most influential and Democrat stronghold in California which is Marin County she would have been a shoe in and because of her eyesight trouble and for as you know Justice should be blind, she never ran for reelection and nobody has ever heard of her since for touching God's child who was trying to protect her child from a Godless man and she will ever go down in history as Carol martus and wrote a book about her experience also after being jailed and imprisoned we're trying to legally rescue her daughter and after being sent to the Mexican border to a woman's prison where none of us can reach her and she endured all this horror and she was a Godly woman singing in a choir at the San Rafael Southern Baptist Church for instance and outlasted her critics and opponents and eventually her daughter when she turned 18 came back to her mother and there was a happy ending for Carol and an unhappy ending to a district attorney who dared touch one of God's anointed and I'm saying all this to say that in court I do my homework before going to court and I've had two jury trials that I have picked myself out of 50 candidates one was over an eviction From Galilee Harbor of which was a false and libelous harbor that lied to everybody about being a Marine Service Harbor to get their permits and just recently even pulled out the dingy doc so the anchorouts couldn't tie up there and it was originally supposed to be a refuge for the anchor outs of Sausalito and a double whammy for Mr Goldbar of the San Francisco Bay and conservation development the organization that gave the permit for the harbor to be a Marine Service Harbor also voted to take out the dingy dock and the harbor was supposed to be a refuge for the anchor outs and we have them by the proverbial Eel Grass that they are trying to use to exterminate a way of life on San Francisco Bay and they are all headed for trouble with the Lord to be continued.. if you would like to send a contribution please do to the New Covenant Evangelistic Association PO box 2404 San Anselmo California 949-79 if one would like to help me feed the multitudes in the park Sausalito, for most of the food comes put of pocket and if your broke, come anyway to Dunphy Park Sausalito at the Gazebo, from noon to evening and get saturated in gospel and inspirational music, for and fellowsip and the word of God...at our weekly barbecue and picnic...Hallelujah had a miracle in Dunphy Park Sausalito last Sunday July 2nd for church and hot food barbecue and Pantry in the park all afternoon long and during the day I met a man that was a schoolmate of My Strange son of whom I've only had lunch with the ones and almost 39 years and he didn't even stay for dessert and has not visited me with my newest grandchild for some time now of whom I've never seen and is still bitter over the divorce for my in-laws head brainwashed my children with their millions of dollars and put all three of my children through universities and paid for their tuitions and made me look like a nothing more than a demented Jesus Freak for loving the Lord my God with all my heart mind and soul and of course my neighbor as myself of which are the two great Commandments that Jesus preached and who said all the other Commandments are hinged on these two great Commandments of which are not written among the 10 Commandments in stone and but can only be written on one's heart by the new birth of the Holy Ghost through Jesus Christ Our Lord to the father and this former High School classmate of my sons said he's going to contact my son and shame him into coming and visiting me and bringing my two grandchildren of which he has never done and I've only seen him a few times since the year of the Big Brother 1984 and I have so needed to go between my son and me and nobody has been able to bridge that Gap and I don't even have his phone number or email otherwise I would try to call and email him and I have to go through my children's Mother and she can't apparently bridge the gap either and neither my eldest daughter and my youngest daughter I've been a strange from also from decades and she is a famous aerialist it was first job was at the Wynn Hotel in Las Vegas after graduating from Leola Marymount University in Southern California and went on to work with the Radio City Music Hall Rockettes as a contracted aerialist and was in a Super Bowl Chevy commercial with the cast of Glee, doing her aerialist act and was on Good Morning America being interviewed after falling during a performance in Hollywood and breaking bones without a safety net and of course the bitterness of divorce and the brainwashing by my multimillionaire in laws and my  powerful political figure, my late father-in-law who has had appointments by the former Governor Brown of California and the former Governor Reagan of California and has had Eisenhower and patton at his Captain's Table in the Mediterranean during World War II, as a Merchant Marine captain during the war and also was the chairman of the board at the Vallejo state Maritime Academy in California and was appointed by the two governors to the State Harbors and Navigation  Commission of California. 

Captain Log July 6th the second day an aging Harbor Seal has moved next door, to my floating home on San Francisco Bay and I was recently wondering where the harbor seals go to die for of all the harbor seals that I've seen in the bay up to around 40 at a time. Sunbathing near the shore of Sausalito on Richards and Bay and here is a seal that has taken up residency for the past two days in my skiff and a very rare event in the few decades that I have been anchored on the bay and I was visited by a white whale on another occasion and that's another story and it wasn't an albino and maybe this agency is looking for a peaceful place to expire?! On the 4th of July I met the man again who has been writing a book about the anchor outs of Sausalito for the past 8 years and is on the final Chapter and he said the book will be out this time next year to be published by Collins and Harper publishing of New York and where he's from and has been commuting back and forth over the past eight years working on this apparently monumental book about the Anchorage and Waterfront people of Sausalito and he told me a story about Richard Dreamweaver and a seal that he friended and fed regularly and I wonder if this is the same seal. For it has no fear of me and usually seals dive back under the water when humans get close to them or they just follow us out in our skiffs in the middle of the night like guardian angels and Richard last I heard is staying with his brother in San Francisco and so if it is his pet seal.Then it's found a new home in my skiff the last couple of days and looking forward to seeing this aging and beautiful and gentle harbor seal for a long time.. to be continued

Captain's Log vessel Melinda anchored on San Francisco Bay poetic story poem of my encounter with Oscar Goodwin mayor of Las Vegas and Mafia attorney by Peter Romanowsky

 

My poetic encounter with Oscar Goodman the alleged lawyer for the mafia and mayor of Las Vegas and he was standing in line with a 13-year-old looking grandson and he was staring at me like he was a cop or something on agent and as he was standing in line to get on the Golden Gate Ferry from Sausalito to San Francisco and I asked his son or grandson, why he has such a hard look and the kid told me that he was the mayor of Las Vegas and I broke out in the spontaneous auditory Chuckles and opportunity to exasperate myself by saying ladies and gentlemen here is the mayor of Las Vegas or something like that if I recall and I might not have been that rude or crude and I went on to say that his answer to the homeless problem was too round them up and put him in the abandoned military bases which some have thought of as potential concentration camps as if homeless camps weren't enough. So I roasted Oscar Goodman, in good humor and repeated something that allegedly he had said that the answer to the graffiti problem is to cut the middle finger off the graffiti artists or vandals however you look at them and I assume that he never said that today and yet I am not ruling that out either and just when it looked like I wasn't getting a laugh out of Las Vegas mayor Oscar Goodman a flight crew from a major airline showed up and saw me entertaining and they all wave to me the captain and the co-pilot the airline stewardesses and when Oscar saw that oh man he broke out in the great big smile after my jokes when he saw I had friends like that who have seen my act before and enjoyed it and when Oscar saw my fans and my dogs of course the proverbial star of the show, all went well and everybody was happy and nobody had egg on their face unless the rumors are print was true and everything I say is my own opinion and testimonial of my encounter with Oscar Goodman mafia boss of a Las Vegas and mayor also!

Forty Years before the Hook by Stanislav Sokolovsky

Another Sundays service and one of the best ever for I have learned to pace myself and go through every tribulation, including our Church Fellowship being evicted two and half years or so ago and after a year and half, if having no place to meet, or the money to rent a meeting place left, especially after Corona Virus and tourist shutdown and our official Church fund raising dog departed too dog Heaven, after completing her mission in life, supporting and virtually paying the rent or most of it, in the tune of a hundred and eighty a month. To the Sausalito Parks and recreation for only four hours a Sunday, a year and a half passed since eviction from the Senior Center Sausalito, by complaint from a neighbor, for allegedly bring undesirables too the hot lunch and Christian fellowship, when a suspected homeless Gay drug addict and male prostitute for drugs, came too our fellowship from San Francisco and pulled three fire alarms, And brought the fire truck down on us and then he plugged the public bathroom and flooded then bathroom and deficated all over the floor and of course, we or I got blamed for it and our Fellowship was evicted by the Park Director, who was very rude and called the police in me while fund raising with my dog Diamond and forced me to give up the key to the Senior Center and I had no witnesses to support my claim, that the person that did this, was not a part of our Church Fellowship, even though there was one witness, Doug Storms of whom I supported for two and half years, by letting him do the preaching, while my dog and I paid the bills and bought the gorment good, to the tune of up too right hundred and fifty dollars a month, then he came up with the ideas of meeting outdoors in the patio area of the Senior Center and we have been meeting to here for over a year now, rent free due to it being a public place and then Doug moved on too New Beginnings homeless facilities and last heard was doing Bible Studies there, after done terrible financial crisis, involving his houseboat and such, And at the same time that we started meeting for free, our Church fund raising dog Diamond. Died as I was riding my bike home, in her favorite place, my backpack, for she was to small to run along side me, And went to dog heaven, strait from her favorite place, with her face in the wind, And this happened within days if meeting outdoors free and her services were no long needed, at the good old age of eighteen or nineteen?! So last Sunday we had Serloin steak, after praying at "Camp Jesus", the original name of Tent City Sausalito, so called by it's first defiant tent dweller Daniel Eckinc, whose publicity paved the way with the help of Robbie Powlson homeless advocate and the attorney that he provided and the court order forbidding to evict the tent dwellers gathering in the open, after Daniels defiance, And so I prayed for steak for Sunday lunch and fellowship service and I found eight five dollars if Serloin steak at Safeway, for half price and some forty dollars of hamburger also for half price and we had a feast, it coasts all toll about a hundred and thrifty five dollars, minimum and needless to say I picked up the tab, with the help of my children's mother, who donated a Safeway gift card of some two hundred dollars or more and was able to buy the Turkey for Thanksgiving for Camp Jesus and originally named by Daniel and then those who where camped and hiding in the bushes, came out into to he open and three of the four known to me, attended our Church Fellowship and branched out, And most notably Sydney, who has live in or around Sausalito and was a Anchorout, before she could no longer row out too her boat, due to dislocated or arthritic shoulder. Robbie Powlson's attorney and the judge concluded that it's not illegal to camp on city property,during this Corona Pandemic, unless Sausalito and or the entire state of California  provide an alternate place to camp, of which has been a disaster, And that's another story developing, And if anyone would like to help me pick up the tab for food and drink, during our virtual twelve hour Sunday Services in front of City Hall Sausalito picnic area and non violent  Protest against homelessness in Sausalito and the destruction of people's floating and anchored boats, of which out of pocket costs me about a hundred a month, out of pocket cash,from my Social Security and disability and paying interest on my credit card if a hundred a month for buying food, of which totals proximately half my fixed income, with a little help from my friends PayPal.me/PeterRomanowsky of for larger tax exempt donations go too the New Covenant Evangelistic Association Inc P.O.Box 1591 Sausalito CA. 94960 of which I am the C.E.O and President signed Waterfront Pastor at Large Sausalito Waterfront and Anchorage which meets again I say, every Sunday at noon, in front of Sausalito City Hall for Christian and Jewish Fellowship and whatever religion you were raised under, you are all welcome, in Christ Jesus and AA Meetings every Sunday at eight til nine, next door and bathrooms open starting at noon and twenty four hour internet located on site....live you all Christ and judge not one another and condemn not that of which one does, themselves....PS of Mic for testimonies and dining and dancing if one wishes and virtually all afternoon and evening,, of ambient Bible Reading and inspiration music, in the background .  PSS I don't usually get home til two in the morning from setting up and breaking down the mobile Church kitchen, that I  turned my SUV into ..ask anyone Lol for more information text me at 415 374 0734...PSSS, feel free to bring donated food for the Sunday Pantry also and if everyone that can afford, please try to throw a dollar or two into the tip and donation jug and if go broke, your credit is good at the Jesus Cafe' with candlelight in the evening ...love you all !!!

chapter 7/ 40 years on a hook and living in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay and the last free ride

Chapter  7 years living on a hook in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay the last free ride. Here I was stuck in El Paso Texas far from my boats one on San Francisco Bay and one in Monterey Bay anchored out or more and I'm out of gas and I'm giving my Nomad trailer to a missionary whose wife had left him long before me on the mission field and gave him the keys to my car too nice used car went all the way to El Paso from Marin County and stopped only at the Grand Canyon and stuff like that. So how was I to get back to to take care of my boots? The missionary told me to cross the border and catch the Mexican bus to Tijuana and so my friend and I got on a Mexican bus that skirted the Border and the missionary said nobody will bother us for not having a Visa cuz we're inside of a borderline area. Of course they police officer Mexican check this out of what you never happens on buses in America for illegals and that's another subject. He let us go and we made a brief stop with the Mexicans and some dirt floor far away incredibly poor rest stop of just dirt and food and a woman was sitting next to me on the bus really cute young Mexican women and she was rubbing my ankle and being so naive and being a minister since I was a teen I didn't know what that meant and so I rub it started rubbing her ankle back with my shoe and that was the end of that and I'm sure she was attracted to me a gringo obviously from America and my traveling companion with the remains of a bullet still in his head from a shooting long ago and I came to the border of Tijuana looking like a Humphrey Bogart in a raincoat and crumpled hat I had and my traveling companion was Native American and looked just like a Mexican and had no idea on him and so of course I had ID on me and they were asking for my friends ID and I just told her look man this guy is an American citizen and he heard my voice and the sound of it and we both passed through the border to San Diego and then had no money had no food and so we sat on a bench in San Diego just waiting and figuring we're going to have to be here all night before I could call my mother in in the desert in Southern California to send me some bus money so we could get there and recuperate and but we had to spend the night homeless in San Diego and this is 1984 and eventually sat on was well at and we begin to notice homeless people everywhere and all night and one of them came to me and said are you hungry would you like a hamburger and I said sure and he opened a bag and gave me some burgers and said that he got him out of the McDonald's dumpster and I didn't care where he got him I was hungry and it was the first time in my life that I ever ate out of a dumpster and by now I'm some 36 years old. My friend wandered off and found some bushes to fall asleep in for he's used to sleeping on the ground but I've never slept on the ground from the day I ran away from home in 1967 to come back to Marin County my first love and only one night that I ever slept on the ground homeless unless I was camping. The most heart-wrenching time and period was when I tried to call my mother-in-law for some sympathy support and comfort in this sudden divorce that came upon me just a few days earlier and instead of her picking up the phone some young sounding man picked up the phone with a slightly gay accent and said that she was not available or that she was not at home and that he was her companion roommate or a masseuse or something like that I can't quite remember and said so coldly that he was where he was at in my late mother-in-law's mansion and I was where I basically belong homeless on a bench or wherever I was and so embellishing and so all alone hard to describe the devastating effects of a divorce with children in the middle of your life of which is supposed to be your Prime and to have to start all over again from the very bottom when you're 36 years old and not a teenager at 18 anymore. To be continued next chapter tending my boats and if you would like to support this Book Project then please do and I could use at least a tip still living on my boat on San Francisco Bay and on fixed income and feeding the anchor out Mariners and Waterfront people of Sausalito out of pocket for the main course and without boasting and I'm just saying that Anchorage do not live by bread alone donated by soup kitchens and but by meat and chicken and steak when available and pork steaks and Coca-Cola for everyone and with a shot of vodka if they got the shakes or just needed one and every penny we'll go to buying food every Sunday afternoon in Dunphy Park Sausalito California and can donate or send a tip to cash app and the code is c a j i d o g$ or PayPal peteromanowsky@gmail.com or the new Covenant Evangelistic Association p.o.box1591 Sausalito CA 94966 and God bless for I have made of nothing except love and have all that I need except a companion.