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Post by Bob Forsythe on Aug 4, 2010 19:52:02 GMT -8
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Post by The Great Aztec Joe on Aug 4, 2010 21:29:55 GMT -8
Hell, I HAVE a bedroom in my house in Mira Mesa that is one thousand Square Feet. I would not trade it for a dinky house in Chicago. I have looked into buying my Grandfather's house in Hyde Park, Chicago but they want $800,000. It is not worth it. The guy who took the Iwo Jima Flag raising picture bought my childhood home (MyGrandfather Dr, Hubbell's house). I realized that when I was watching the History Channel and they were interviewing his son about the flag raising photo, and behind him was MY BANISTER! I had slidden down that banister over a million times (Give or take a dozen slides.) even though Grandpa constantly told me to never slide down the banister. I hopped on a plane from San Diego and knocked on that front door a few days later, and Joe Rosenthal let me tour my house. The son of Joe Rosenthal wanted to know about the ghost that lived in the house and I told him that my Uncle Joey killed himself in the basement bathroom by slitting his wrists after taking an overdose of barbiturates and then shot himself in the head while sitting in a full bathtub of water. I described Uncle Joey and young Mr. Rosenthal said he was the one who was haunting the house. the description fit him to a tee. Grandpa Joseph Hubbell was a GP doctor and he delivered me. His son Joey (Joseph Hubbell Junior) failed out of medical school and committed Suicide. I really liked Joey, but did not understand clinical Depression at the age of ten. I miss my Uncle Joey as he taught me how to read using Batman and Superman Comic Books. Well, he also used the Little Lulu comic books, but being a super male I could neve admit to learning from a "Girls" comic book. Had Joey been born in my day and age, he could have entered the Navy with me in 1967 and he would have been a success in life instead of a med school failure who felt compelled to finish his life because he did not live up to everybody's expectations. Hell, I could have gotten him bred with Elizabeth Simon and she would not have had to write that song attacking me. Uncle Joey always had money. while I did not, and he could have shown her a good time. |
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Post by joshjones1 on Aug 4, 2010 22:31:49 GMT -8
Hell, I HAVE a bedroom in my house in Mira Mesa that is one thousand Square Feet. I would not trade it for a dinky house in Chicago. I have looked into buying my Grandfather's house in Hyde Park, Chicago but they want $800,000. It is not worth it. The guy who took the Iwo Jima Flag raising picture bought my childhood home (MyGrandfather Dr, Hubbell's house). I realized that when I was watching the History Channel and they were interviewing his son about the flag raising photo, and behind him was MY BANISTER! I had slidden down that banister over a million times (Give or take a dozen slides.) even though Grandpa constantly told me to never slide down the banister. I hopped on a plane from San Diego and knocked on that front door a few days later, and Joe Rosenthal let me tour my house. The son of Joe Rosenthal wanted to know about the ghost that lived in the house and I told him that my Uncle Joey killed himself in the basement bathroom by slitting his wrists after taking an overdose of barbiturates and then shot himself in the head while sitting in a full bathtub of water. I described Uncle Joey and young Mr. Rosenthal said he was the one who was haunting the house. the description fit him to a tee. Grandpa Joseph Hubbell was a GP doctor and he delivered me. His son Joey (Joseph Hubbell Junior) failed out of medical school and committed Suicide. I really liked Joey, but did not understand clinical Depression at the age of ten. I miss my Uncle Joey as he taught me how to read using Batman and Superman Comic Books. Well, he also used the Little Lulu comic books, but being a super male I could neve admit to learning from a "Girls" comic book. Had Joey been born in my day and age, he could have entered the Navy with me in 1967 and he would have been a success in life instead of a med school failure who felt compelled to finish his life because he did not live up to everybody's expectations. Hell, I could have gotten him bred with Elizabeth Simon and she would not have had to write that song attacking me. Uncle Joey always had money. while I did not, and he could have shown her a good time. Did they say that the ghost of Uncle Joey freaked them out? Like, was it a scary type of haunting or just the occasional brief appearance? Who is Elizabeth Simon, Joe? |
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Post by The Great Aztec Joe on Aug 5, 2010 7:00:30 GMT -8
They say he walks around the house at night. Both Father and Son had seen him. Rather than sleep there in the haunted house, they converted the house into a studio for their photographic business and have another house for living purposes.
Elizabeth Simon was the name given to me by a girl who looked very much like Carly Simon. As I posted before, I do not know if they are both the same person. The Elizabeth Simon I met was at least ten pounds heavier than the photo of Carly Simon on the Album that had the "You're So Vain." song. The last thing Elizabeth Simon told me was that I was "Really stuck up!"
She was a Pretty but Spoiled Jewish Princess who thought that I would quickly leave the party with her simply because she asked me to do so.
I was the guy who walked into the Party Like I was walking onto a Yacht. The Party was at a beautiful large house on the inter-coastal waterway just south of Charleston. I was wearing a French Nautical outfit sort of like you would expect Jacques-Yves Cousteau to wear, including a hat that I wore slightly dipped down above my right eye as I entered the party.
I had only been at the Party, and the band was not even playing for the evening yet, when this pretty blond walked up to me and introduced herself as Elizabeth and then added Simon. By way of making small talk, I told her that Elizabeth was my mother's middle name. She replied to that that it was her middle name, too. I did not ask for an explanation, as she had introduced herself as Elizabeth and that was OK for me.
Remember I was damn good looking back then, and women noticed me when I walked into a room. Now a days they don't even see me unless they have Blue Hair. To the Blue Haired Ladies Clique, I am still a good looking man. This Elizabeth Simon Girl set out to get me to be her playmate for the night, but I had just arrived at the party and I was not going to leave right away.
Besides, I was short on Cash. If you know Jewish Princesses as well as I do, you know that you have to have money on you to show them a good time. I had spent almost all of my money on getting in to the party. So, if she was not Carly Simon, she described my arrival at the party to Carly and the rest of the men in her life were the three or four that she sings about in the song, "You're So Vain."
Any good looking man is vain to a degree. Just as any good looking woman is. The whole object of getting into the party was to meet the more intelligent and good looking young ladies of the Charleston area. Once I had accomplished that, I was not going to bail immediately to bang a Jewish Princess. It was over a year later that the song came out. When I heard the opening words, I knew that she was talking about me. All of the other guys in the song are not me. I was just the guy who walked into the party. It is that simple. I was just a picture from her memory that went into a song about real stuck up men.
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Post by Bob Forsythe on Aug 5, 2010 16:33:55 GMT -8
Hell, I HAVE a bedroom in my house in Mira Mesa that is one thousand Square Feet. I would not trade it for a dinky house in Chicago. I have looked into buying my Grandfather's house in Hyde Park, Chicago but they want $800,000. It is not worth it. The guy who took the Iwo Jima Flag raising picture bought my childhood home (MyGrandfather Dr, Hubbell's house). Yeah, but it is always location, location, location and Chicago's Gold Coast is nothing if not expensive. And being built in 1877, it was undoubtedly built well. I remember Phil Pryde, in my San Diego Geography class, talking about an old building in Boston that was being renovated for condos. Once they got all the newer wall paper and such off, they discovered the walls were composed of 1-foot thick granite - pretty much completely soundproof. For anyone who ever lived in a Huffman 6-pack apartment here and had a "screamer" (a wink's as good as a nudge) next door or below them, soundproofing is a good thing at 2 in the morning. A late friend dated a screamer back in the '70s. She got so out of hand on one occasion in his 6-pack apartment a neighbor called the cops because she thought he was engaging in physical abuse. He was totally embarrassed by that to the day he died. =Bob |
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