From out of nowhere, 19 February 2013, sprang a Facebook past life regression:
Peter and Layla Cunningham
Are you the same Sloan Bashinsky that used to live on Briarcliff Rd. and was in a riding group with Beck Wilson, Dick Pharoh, Norman Clay and myself? (Peter Cunningham)
Hi, Peter, long time passing – I used to live on East Briarcliff, and I remember you and all of those guys, but only barely Dick Pharoh, but I do not remember being in a riding group with you and them. Maybe Ageheimers got those brain cells. How are you holding up under gravity and other life adventures? Sloan
Yeah a very long time. As usual gravity is winning but overall doing well. Live in Fairhope, retired and married to Layla Folsom. (Big Jim’s daughter). We travel a good bit and try to stay healthy. Mom and Dad r gone but lived to 93 and 99 respectively. Am I wrong but wasn’t. Your family involved or owned Golden Flake? I am happy u r well and thanks For responding. Later
[Big Jim Folsom, former Governor of Alabama]
Some good Keys pirate buddy doctored the photo, to provide the true picture
Yes, although my father passed away in 2006, a trust he left behind still owns a slight majority interest in Golden Enterprises stock, that is the holding company in which the main subsidiary by large margin is Golden Flake. You sure married into a prominent Alabama family . I sort of always wanted to live in Fairhope, but I heard recently from someone down here in the Florida Keys, who lived many years in Mobile and was up there recently, that Fairhope, Daphne, etc. all grow’d up and crowded now. I’m maybe fuzzy, but you had a younger brother, or was it you, who bought my grandparents’ home at the top of Fairway Drive near Crestline Heights School, my alma mater? I closed the loan and sale on that transaction, in the City Federal Building, as I recall. When I practiced law.
Yeah you probably wouldn’t like it now as it is crowded. I’ve been here since 67 on and off but came back in 79 for good. The Folsom’s are a hoot and have welcomed me as one of their own. Big Jim had nine children – two have passed – and Layla is the second youngest. They are all characters in their own right. Unfortunately Jamelle their mother passed last November, but it was good to meet the ENTIRE family. There are about fifty of them and being called an “Outlaw” I understand is an honor.
I had a younger sister named Susan but she never brough any property on Fairway. It might have been George Cunningham or his little brother. George worked for George Barber- so that might fit. I knew several lawyers of your era in B’ham: Charles Dunn and RG Robison in particular. (Both gone) WE used to hang at Dugan’s in the seventies.
I get back to B’ham every now and then for personal business and can’t say I would live there again either. Also get to Key West, but I think they have pretty well ruined it as well. My lastest hideaway is St. George Island off Appalatchacola. They have kept it fairly pristine. No red lights and One stop sign. Take care! Peter
I love the stretch from Port St. Joe/Cape San Blas and the park out at the end of it, to St. Vincent’s Island, Apalachicola, St. George’s Island, Carabelle, Panacea and beyond, all the way to Steinhatchee, Suwanee, Chiefland, Cedar Key, but especially between Cape San Blass and St. George’s Island. I know right where that stop sign is, or used to be, in Appalach, and I once spent a night in the Gibson Hotel, when it was really old, and I propped a straightback chair up against the doorknob to lock the door while I my then wife and I were sleeping. I wrote a pretty wild novel once, maybe almost half of which is set in Port St. Joe, Cape San Blas and Appalach. Wilder even than Key West, if you use the lunatic standard of measure . Have some Bham friends who took a shine to the St Vincent area. I knew them two lawyers, sorry to hear they left us behind, but hope they are happy where they landed on the other side. You ever eat at the Bluegill on the old causeway, or at Wentzels in Mobile? I showed my ass in both places a few times. And I played a few rounds at Lakewood CC, and showed my ass many times there. And once, in Fairhope, I sat in the bay and watched the sun rise, after drinking tequila and beer all night. Hoped to die all the next day, feared I wouldn’t. Several different lifetimes ago.
Sounds like you are quite the character! -A good thing! I know the stop sign to which you refer. BUT they now have a RED LIGHT just coming into town on the north side on 98. Yuk! The entire area you refer to is great and I know it fairly well but not as intimate as you. The Bluegill has moved next door and is not the same as when the Wallaces owned it. They now have a Wintzell’s in Fairhope, where we hang about once a week. I’ve done the same w/ the Tequila is various places but not anymore. Scotch and beer are my only poisons these days. Also still a bit of wacky Tabacky when available. I did live in Aspen fm 1971 – 1975. Hunter Thompson was running for Sheriff – and won but was disqualified for some legal technicality. Life there there was a hoot. Free love and all the drugs you wanted. Also skiing was the best! I took the liberty of Googleing you and seems you have had quite the life. Proud for you son! I’m not too far behind but too late to catch you. Great getting reacquainted! Peter
photo taken in spring 2006, to be used in county commission race, which was when most Keys people learned about me and that I was crazy, which I readily admitted, because only a crazy person would run for public office, but I keep hollering “The angels made me do it! The angels made me do it!”
I can’t tolerate booze anymore, drink a beer and two hours later I feel awful in my liver and G.I. tract, and I wuz told quite a few times in dreams not to partake. I spent a week in Aspen in Sept 1986, when I was living in Santa Fe. Moved to Boulder the next year, lived there until 1995. By then, had lost interest in skiing. Once in Wintzel’s, the old man himself was shucking at the oyster bar and I told him I bet I could eat ‘em faster than he could shuck ‘em, and he said he’d take that bet, and after 3 dozen and all the beer I could slosh down, I was running outta steam and, besides, I was intending to order a big seafood platter, and I hollered uncle. And I did order a big seafood platter, and I ate it. As I said, one of the past lives. My life’s been a bit too exciting at times to suit me, but it don’t seem like there’s anything I can do about it but grin and bear it. A far reach from when I was a kid living on E. Briarcliff, barely able to wait for the next spring break and the family going back down to the Florida Keys, so he could do more bonefishing on the flats, which was his die and go to heaven for back then, and now I could care less, but sometimes I do hope that it ain’t entirely over that some lady will take a shine to do some bone fishing with me, so to speak, but meanwhile, it’s the monastical life cause chasing after women never was much my style, and I got caught by one of them enough times to wonder if I should even be thinking like that anymore …
Retort tomorrow. Thanks
I love the story re. Wintzells. Back in his days they oysters were big, cheap and fresh from local waters. Not they are small and rarely from Apalachicola but the muddy waters of Louisiana. It’s also a company that franchises but still owns about 4 or 5 company stores, all ill managed in my opinion.
My past is similar in that when I was growing up on East Briarcliff, we took many trips, some to Ponte Vedra, Grand Hotel, and All over Europe. Dad’s idea was to pick a country and rent a place there for the summer. The first was Ireland and we rented Oscar Wilde’s father’s house in the West of Ireland. I ended up staying the entire year in a Catholic school (prison more like it) and it made me the rebel I became. It was a bitch and the priests love to beat the kids – including me. Other than that we spent a summer in Saltzberg, Verbier and Vienna. I loved all the places and, like you, wish I could return to my carefree youth.rips
My health is not as good as it could be as I have abused my body more than it needed (like You) so now I am paying. No complaints mind you, but it’s just a fact of life or maybe death.
Where are you living these days?
Talk to you soon!
My youth was anything but care free, but you’d have to have been living in my skin, or a really perceptive person, to know that. Except for one trip to Montreal and Quebec, an international potato chip convention, my family’s travels were to Destin/Ft. Walton and later to the Keys. Later, I did some traveling, to Europe and then twice to Switzerland, and later I went half way around the world to Nepal, and back via Australia and New Zealand. And later, all the way around, via Costa Rica, South Africa, Mauritius, India, Hawaii, California, Key West. The last trip in 2000. I am a conscript, angels own and run me, nothing I can do about it but endure and do the next thing they put in front of me to engage. You, presently, although this is a vacation compared to what all else is on my plate right now. I included your and my FB chat toward the end of today’s “reality check … ” post today at www.gooodmorningfloridakeys.com, same post as www.goodmorningkeywest.com, to provide my readers, and me, with some comic relief and a different fare. US 1 ends at MM 0 in Key West, I off of MM 28 on Little Torch Key, aka Little Torture Key, dubbed so by a KW amiga who finally gave up trying to boss the angels into going easier on me. The next key up from here is Big Pine Key, where the wild and dangerous key deer are headquartered, although a few live on this Key. They have been replanted on two keys below here, but they are native to this key. And raccoons, and possums, and lots of creeping, crawling and slithering things. Ain’t seen no alligator or crocodile around here yet, but they are around. I though Saltzberg was pretty, didn’t make it over to Vienna. Spent some time up in the Grossglockner Pass, walking on glaciers, trying not to fall into a crevasse and take a journey to the center of the earth. Maybe that was my main mistake, when I was up there, for after that trip, I came back to Alabama and went to work for Golden Flake, instead of going into the practice of law, and it darn near was the end of me and of my father. I left after 4 years, and started practicing law, and that was the end of me in other ways. I keep doing things that are the end of me. Maybe I majored in that at Vanderbilt, but didn’t know it yet. I have lived in KW, too.
I’ll make it a point to bookmark goodmorniingkeywest.com. Interesting!
I can see how working for/with one’s Dad could be disgruntling. I worked for Dad’s labs in the summers while in high school but he discourages me from becoming a Dr. as he said I would be doing it for the $$$. What else is the purpose of any work?
I tried my hand in many other things but sales was my strongest forte’. But was recreation Director at Grand Hotel for about ten yrs so we probably crossed paths during the 80s. Probably good you are off the sauce. I try and keep it to a mild roar and Layla likes her booze so we just have a few in the evening.
I sent a friend request on FB. I liked your home page.
Have a good day – going to a Cardiologist today for evaluation. Apparently 55 years of smoking is winning! Later
photo taken at Coco’s Kitchen on Big Pine Key in early 2000, by Rose Dell, who with her mother Coco run the place, during a pretend spell at clean living – the same good pirate buddy added the priest garb because I was wont to claim the angels had made me into a priest after some order the name of which is too convoluted to spell right now, forever
55 years of smoking always wins, any chance you stop smoking? I have known people who stopped smoking, lost the urge, with the help of the angels who run me ragged. Maybe those angels are interested in you, maybe those angels take a shine to “outlaws”. Not something I would bring up with the doctor, of course; might put him/her into cardiac arrest .
Thanks, WE’ve made up minds to quit – but will probably resort to e-cigs for a while, I tried before with a drug called Chantix and it makes you crazy – literally – BUT you don’t want to smoke – or be around anyone! I’ll keep my eyes peeled for the “Angles”. I’ll let you know. “Outlaws & Angels” I dunno!
Peter, if the angels took a shine to the dirt bag I was, they probably can take a shine to famous outlaws. I am serious about this, there has to be a reason you wrote to me yesterday, other than just curiosity and fun reminiscing. There has to be. I’d be seriously on the lookout, you and your wife. And, I’d ask the angels, just in case Sloan ain’t blowing smoke up your ass, if there is any help they can lend with this here tobacco situation, you want it.
Did you keep up with Norman Clay or Beck Wilson. I ran with Beck a bit in late seventies. – he went to the joint twice for selling all types of drugs – last I heard he was very ill. I’m sure Norman took over the eyeglass business. But I don’t know.
OK on the angels – I also believe in serendipity and I think it is a good thing. I’m headed to the Doc in a few and will let you know later on – Thanks and I mean that sincerely!!!!
Also I found your name on FB as you were responding to a post that Ree Bolton made. How do you know her or MB you responded to one of her friends.
I didn’t know Beck or Norman very well, I think Norman was a little older than me, I don’t remember Beck’s age relative to mine, but we were not more than a year or two apart. I’m 70 now. I recall hearing Beck got into difficulty, I figured Norman would play lots of golf and do eye glasses.
I need to check out Ree Bolton, not sure I know her, maybe through someone else. No way your writing to me wasn’t set up by the angels, given how you now explain how it came about. Wonder what all they had, have, up their sleeves? They can be real tricky, sometimes.
can’t find Ree Bolton on FB
Waiting on MD. Back at ya later
Hope that goes well, the angels won’t put you on aides to get you off of nicotine, they will get rid of the urge to smoke and the craving for nicotine, if that is their inclination. If they go there, you won’t have to do anything but not go back to smoking.
I remembered it was either Russell Cunningham, or his younger brother, it was the younger of those two brothers, who bought the home of my mother’s parents at the top of Fairway Drive. As I recall, I knew the older brother some, not so much the younger brother.
You might find www.goodmorningbirmingham.com some relevant, since you are from there.
Well it turns out the angels are with us. Cardio Surg says all appears ok but is going to run some bp tests next week as well as a stress test down the road. I feel much better. Oddly I know but two or three folks these days in bham. My trustee and my stock broker not included. Now I know you! Again. I’ll look tomorrow to see the mutual connection. Thanks for the angels. Later
Peter, you missed the point. The angels can get you and your wife off of tobacco.
Not completely. WE certainly are aware of the danger, but it’s a terrible addiction. I’ve ordered some e-cigarettes to ease the pain. I must say though that the news yesterday was a godsend as I was expecting the worse!
I’m glad you got good news yesterday, but you still don’t seem to understand. You don’t need to do anything, if the angels help you, but not go back to smoking. Ask them to help you, see what happens. If you want to know their names: Jesus, Archangel Michael, Melchizedek.
Well now Sloan – it seems we might have one basic problem. I was raised Catholic but never fully accepted their tenants. AS I grew older the entire religion thing seemed absurd to me. So eventually I started calling myseft an Agnostic. Which I still proclaim. However by definition, I believe in something that I don’t comprehend or understand. – Thus the concept of angels with Biblical names is hard for me to digest. BUT, I am open to any rational thinking. We have not quit but are trying a gradual sdlow down limiting the number of cigs per day. and as I mentioned the e-cigarettes. Later
In moments like this, which have been many, I wish there was no Bible and no Christianity, and I tell the angels that. They are well aware of the problem you pose, and yet they still put people in my way who need their help, but who will not ask for it because of their history with Catholocism, Protestantism or another strain of Christendom. I suppose I was fortunate that I remained open to God and to angels, even though I was seriously traumatized by my mother and her church, about which I wrote a pretty long acccount just a few days ago, for an online dream group into which I had been invited to participate by an old friend, who had started the group. I do not view myself as a Christian, and I do not attend church in the Christian sense. When am I ever not in church? I am always in church, in the God sense. Unfortunately, human beings have long tried to remake God in their own image, to make God safe for them, understandable to them, controllable by them. However, God is unfathomable, unlimited, and, it is true, it was demonstrated to me in spades, fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom. So, why don’t you try this. Why don’t you and Layla (did I spell her name right?) ask whatever it is that which you do not comprehend or understand to help you get off of tobacco, and see what happens.
OK I read and re-read your latest “epistle” Now I must tell you although I am Agnostic, Layla is not and to equalize the difference inoour religious beliefs, each evening before dinner, I say grace and ask for blessings on us and ours. Sometime I ask for favors regarding problem areas and sometimes either someone intervenes or circumstance solves the dilemma So starting tonight I will ask assisance in our cessation of our nicotine habit. So, see although Layla and I (and you) are of different opinions regarding diety, there is a hope that somebody or something is listening.
I find it interesting you would write about your mother. I also had a mother that I never understood and we differed about everything. She lived until 93 and lived a great and fullfilled life. I know who your Mother is and being a major stockholder or CEO of your Dad’s Company I understand could be disconcerting – but I dopn’t obviously know the circumstances, and it’s none of my business. I can only wish you enjoy her for what she is and somehow enjoy and respect her time on the planet.
The angels told me to write about my mother and me, so I wrote about her. I have written about her many times before, and my father, too, because the angels told me to do it. About two weeks ago, because of the angels, I wrote a parallel story about my father and me, and shared it with the same dream group. I was not joking when I wrote yesterday that the angels conscripted me.
My mother died my 2nd year in law school, my step mother is running my father’s company. Two entirely different women.
How do you get along with your step -mother?
Most assuredly, something is listening. Otherwise, we would not have cross paths. And, I won’t be surprised for it to turn out that we have more to write.
I agree and I know we will!
I think it’s fair to say my step mother doesn’t like me. We have no dealings on this world, a few times in dream time she has told me stuff I needed to know, often in dream time my father tells me stuff I need to know, as do quite a few other people I have known in this life, some of whom I still have dealings with on this world.
Interesting! Oddly I was adopted and got to know my birth mother – I figure Dad was my biological father – anyway I never got along with my Biological mother and had respect for my Mother, Dad’s wife – but she was a puritan from old Boston Blue Blood Money and I was more “Bubba”. Dad was very busy building his practice so we did not do much one on one childhood stuff – but I had lots of toys, and that’s ok by me. I miss my Dad a great deal as he always had a positive outlook, regardless of how much trouble I got myself into.
Well, way out on a limb I go. The lungs are the organs of emotion. My mother started smoking 2 packs of Pell Mells a day, to rebel against her Puritan parents – she told me that herself. Anyway, deep in your soul, Peter, there is a great loss over not having been raised by your birth mother, and it not working out after you and she finally met. And, also, with your father being so busy building his practice. My father was absent building Golden Flake. Deep in your soul, a big loss there, too. So, while you are asking whatever is there which cannot be known or understood for help with getting off of be known or understood for help with getting off of tobacco, ask for help with the other, too. Layla might wish to make a similar prayer for herself. I never met anyone who didn’t need that kind of help, no matter how they were raised, or what their religious upbringing was, or later became. I was extensively trained in that kind of work by said angels, and I was their main patient for a long time, even as they brought many people to me for me to try to help, with the angels guiding me and doing whatever angels do that I could not see inside of those people. Some people got a lot of help, some got less help. It mostly depended on how much they wanted help.
My mother died of lung cancer, age 46.
It occurred to me today that I forgot to tell you that my brother Major, 4 years younger than I, lived in Fairhope several years, starting around 1980 as I recall. He and his wife and I played a round once at Lakeview, I had not played much for a long time, hit lots of really bad shots, but on one hole on the back nine, after a so so pulled drive, standing on pine straw I laced a 3 or 4 iron low and rising under and then out around trees on the left side of the fairway rough juncture, onto the green, about 15 feet past the hole, and I sunk the put for a birdie. Another time I was down there, I went to the practice range at Lakefiew and hit one 3 wood clean over the net and out of sight, and quit, no way I ever would match that. I watched him hitting, he had developed a pretty good and simple swing by then, but he was lining up facing way right, and I lay a driver on the ground touching his toes and had him step away and look at where he really was aiming, and he worked at it and was able over a few shots to line up aming at the target. We both wondered why the golf pro he was taking lessons from had not done that already with him.
Oddly Dad smoked Pell Mells as well. I think he quit cigarettes when he was in his fifties but he continued with his cigars and pipe until his 70s. This from a man who was first making the correlation from smoking re lung cancer. I believe much of your longevity is gene biased
Regarding the psychology re absent parenting and adoption. I am grateful for who I am, who raised me and the lifestyle presented to me. I’ve been through all that over the years and honestly am ok with it all
Your smoking all those years says otherwise, but I ain’t gonna push you.
I remember your brother though I never met him. I was sorry when I heard of his passing. The golf story is something but honest the pros back then sucked. Great story
Well I appreciate not being pushed but maybe both all our drinking and my smoking was caused subconsciously by our lack of certain needs. Hell. I don’t know. But I am glad we are. Both still alive and kicking! On that note I’m fixing my first Scotch. Have a pleasant evening.
Ps. Only 3 cigs today all day. Thank you
Well, now, that’s interesting, but I would thank what we both know can’t be explained or understood :-). And since it seems to be around, you might ask it for any other help you need.
Wish I could join you in that Scotch, it was my whiskey, I especially liked The Antiquary, you ever try that? Was never able to get it in Alabama, but could find it in Atlanta. My mother’s brother, Jim, told me about it. Top shelf stuff, I thought, different from the single malts in Scotland, which I only liked so so. My mother’s brother, Jim, also taught me how to make a Caesar salad, from scratch, he said it was the original recipe. I think I might still know how to do it, but don’t have the implements on hand.
I have never heard of Antiquary. My preference is Dewars but I usually drink Scoresby as it tastes similar and is one half the price. I like most of the single malts but usually have one or two of those on special occasions. Nothing better than a good Caesar Salad. I am excellent on the grill and smoke a lot of meats.
My father was great on the grill, and he passed some of it on to me, but it’s been a long time since I grilled anything. Now, it’s in the kitchen.
The angels nudged me to put your and my unfolding discussion into a post at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com, which you can see by clicking on that link while that’s the most recent post there.
Some of it is entertaining and historically “educational”, and some of it is really important for people who need help but are not getting it in the usual ways.
I’ve been reading your bio about your young life. What a tragedy. I want to study it further before I make any comments. OK? I have something about my young life I will send you. Is this youur email address? email@example.com
yes, that’s a good email address. look forward to our continued dialogue, maybe some day I get to me you and some real outlaws face to face, although the Keys have plenty of real outlaws …
I would imagine. I’ve been many times as a tourist and on ships. It sure is different now than in the fifties. Doc being sent – have a good morning!
Doc being sent?
There’s a file at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com, “A Few Remarkable People I Have Known,” which is about different part of my young life and formative years, which laid the groundwork, I imagine, for what I do today, although the getting there was winding and twisting.
Ck ur email. It’s my young man (child) Story
I will study the entire site in time
Lots of T & G in mine as well
Then, we went to email:
Sloan to Peter:
I seriously doubt I would have survived your Ireland schooling experiences, but the young lasse sounded fetching, and I don’t recall ever meeting a former card carrying member of the IRA.
I had a rough enough time at the McCallie School in Chattanooga, which was founded and run by Puritan Presbyterians.
The 80-year-old co-founder, his brother by then deceased, told us in Bible class one day that he and his wife of 60 years had had sexual intercourse three times, twice was to have children, and the third time was for pleasure, and he had regretted the third time ever since.
He also was convinced he was a member of the Elect, Krushev was the Anti-Christ, and the military training we were getting every day but the weekends was preparing us to defend Chattanooga and America, when the Commies invaded USA.
As I recall, I was one of two or three students in the entire school who backed Robert F. Kennedy for President. My parents darn near went to cardiac cemetery when I told them that.
Vanderbilt was a lot more to my liking, although the hard studying I did during two years at McCallie, and the headmaster’s older son, who wasn’t a religious freak and even liked literature, got me into Vanderbilt and saved me from 3 years of mediocrity at Ramsay High in Birmingham.
Peter to Sloan:
I barely remember McCallie School and you are the only person I have met that ever went there. The founders sound like a barrel of laughs!. Our mutual friend RG Robison went to Castle Heights and my best friend ever, a Tom Harris went to Darlington in Rome Ga.
Three times with sex! Wow she must have been good in the sack! Good grief!
I sure am happy we were never invaded. I am sure the Ruskies were in awesome fear of yours and the rest of the military camp schools throughout the US.
I never was a fan of any of the Kennedys. I thought Camelot was a bit surreal for a non-monarchy. The only Democrat I enjoyed in recent times has been Clinton. He’s a trip. My hero of all of them is Truman. That dude had balls. The present fiefdom headed my BHO disgusts me – and both sides do as well. I’ve quit getting mad as I don’t want a heart attack on their account – but I’ll never vote for ANY incumbent again! Ever!
I’m happy you like Vanderbilt and Univ. of Alabama.
Have a pleasant day! Raining here so probably out to lunch, a bit of shopping and me be the grill master tonight!
Sloan to Peter:
My impression was, the barrel laughs in the sack was the 80 year-old McCallie headmaster, and his poor wife had to live with that.
I don’t care for HBO, and didn’t care for his predecessor on the throne, either. I thought Clinton was a good president, except for Monicagate, and I was glad he made a national USA apology to Vietnam. When he was running the first time, after he had secured the Democratic nomination, I wrote to him in Little Rock, out of the blue, and told him, because he had opposed the Vietnam war when he was in college, his spiritual mission, if he was elected, was to make a national USA apology. I noticed he waited until his second term to do it, so as maybe not to queer his chance of re-election. I have written many times that G.W. Bush and his henchmen, including Birmingham’s own Condoleezza, should have been tried for mass murder, treason and war crimes.
I agree, Truman was a very good president. He has a few things named after him in Key West, because he used to like coming down here to get away from the WARshington, D.C. madness.
Try this one on:
Just before waking from a nap a little while ago, I heard: “Yes, the early humans were genetically altered by ancient astronauts.” I wrote that many times before, but it was the first time I’d heard it from “above”.
Bet that news would freak out the Southern Baptist Convention, the Presbyterians, the Vatican, the Church of England, and a host of other tribes in Christendom, Islam and Judaism. Would put an entirely new spin on “the lost tribes”.
Is there an internet link for your book, which I might share with my readers via the link?
Peter to Sloan:
Glad we are on the same page re most politics.
My basic argument with ALL religions promoting afterlife is I’ll give it some consideration when I speak with someone/thing that has returned.
I like your dreams! Nap on!
Sloan to Peter:
Internet link for your early-life bio?
I hear plenty from someones who have passed on.
How’s your daily cig usage?
Peter only had a PDF file, the icon for which I cannot transfer into this website.
On cig usage, he wrote back:
Down to 10 max per day plus e-cigs – not bad. Thanks for asking!