I arrived in Kathmandu without a computer, phone, or hotel reservation. My goal was to spend three months offline, immersed in new experiences. I’d complete my journey by returning to my home in San Diego, and deciding whether or not to have surgery.
My grandfather was Edward Grady Partin Senior. In the 1950’s and 60’s, he ran the Baton Rouge Teamsters Union. He and the national teamster leader, Jimmy Hoffa, plotted to assassinate Kennedy, and his testimony sent Hoffa to prison. I need to share his story, in order to tell another story.
I began writing a memoir, and I wrote the first true sentence I remembered as a child: Stevie Nicks was fine. (work in progress)
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Work in progress April 18 2020
Before the pandemic, I was writing a memoir about my time in high school. It began: “The two FBI agents at my grandfather’s funeral asked us what we knew about the president’s assassination, and where Hoffa was buried.”
The 1980’s a confusing time for my eight year old self. Fortunately, court records from the Louisiana 10th judicial parish give a more concise story. In 2019, I could read the court’s version of truth. I assumed the court records on the internet haven’t been altered, and this is what they had to say about […]
I learned more than I can say with words at a Thibetan Monastery in Nepal. I was in Kathmandhu teaching magic to a group of school kids who had lost their school building during an earthquake. The quake had killed more than 10,000 people, and happened as they were recovering from a decade long civil […]
This is copied from Esquire.com so that I could upload it to my eReader. I wanted to read and study while reading my own articles, and I don’t enjoy reading on a computer; I prefer either a book or the book-like reading experience of a modern e-Reader, with simulated paper that’s easy on my eyes, […]