In defense of the leading law enforcement agency, for internal applications, in the United States, there was a crime of some magnitude.
Sometime previous to these incidents a man named James Robert Ringrose, an employee of the treasury department for the federal government, in Seattle, committed a boo boo. Said boo boo was in the form of a few hundred thousand dollars worth of checks he stole. Said checks were cashed in a very short time..around the town. Then old JRR checked into a motel under his own name. I do not know but the amount of money involved tells me they were hot on the trail of this innovative, organized scoundrel.
The Treasury agents on his trail immediately checked out his temporary lodgings. They were rewarded by a very directed JRR and his .357 magnum. He killed one outright and seriously wounded another. This then became a case for the F.B.I. (They presumed he was going somewhere..and would not use his own name)
Now, during these times, anyone who did not retire to bed by 11:30, after the news, was suspect or worked nights. Anyone who did not work or do something understood by 'neighbors' was a communist, rich, a thief or on the 'dole'. No one was safe from the motor mouths of the local chicken poop constabulary of the mid sixties.
I happened to be blessed with such an individual. She lived directly across the alley from my little one bedroom house in Pacific Beach, CA. This house was a 'guest house' kind of affair, behind the main house. My back door fronted the alley. I used the back door..as did my friends. Chicken poop had the upstairs across the way (alley). She went to the post office, ostensibly to pick up her welfare checks, her husbands per diem from the military, for her family and finally her ex husbands child support and alimony. A real entrepeneur was our large, pancaked and opinionated, presumptive chicken pooper of varied distinctions and belief. Asocial to the bones..such as they could be found in this immensity.
JRR the only active hero in my little presentation, though not in attendance and never again would be in attendance, did have a rather prominent position in the post office as the third most wanted man. She saw this picture and immediately knew it was the 'man across the alley' with the 'wierd friends'. I would like to say at this point, I am 5' 10 1/2" and weigh about 170lbs. Mr. Ringrose was 6' 1" and weighed about 140 lbs. It would seem that chicken poop's reading skills were not on a par with photo recognition..which was not all that great.
She immediately called the police. (In defense of CP's all over the world..there was a 25K reward for JRR). A very embarrassed, (I assessed his mood in a later memory) policeman checked our ID. He let us go.
It turns out, in subsequent CP moves, enormous and always mistaken had first, identified me, then one of my roomates Bill S. and then the other Charlie Freshwater. Both of these men were shorter in stature than I was. I assume they still are.
When living on Mason Street, in San Fransisco, I stayed in touch with my father. I stayed in touch with most of the relatives in the state. One day my father called me and this is what he said. 'Three big gorillas just came in here looking for you'. I asked if they had escaped from the zoo. He replied, 'no! F.B.I., they were looking for you'. Me..'for me?. 'Yes..they thought you were a person named James Robert Ringrose'. Me,,'unbelievable'..Dad..'believe it..I showed them your birth certificate..pictures from the military and so forth'. Me..'and?'...Dad..'They want to see you at their S.F. office.' Me..'do they know where I am?'..Dad..'I don't think so but you better do something'..Me..'OK dad..I'm sorry and I will take care of it'..Dad..'yeah well you would think they would know..on the other hand this guy'..he then related the lack of integrity and sins of JRR.
The upshot of all this..I went down to the F.B.I. office and stood next to a full size pic of JRR. Rather than apologize, the agents intimated that they may be able to 'help me' somewhere down the line. I answered that I could not imagine how but it was always nice to have friends. (I was having dark thoughts of chicken poop and her evil deeds).
This is a credible story..a true story. It shows me how enormous amounts of energy and time can be spent in realities created for no purpose except to make everything a little harder. I have had other thoughts concerning the CP's of the day..those who would point and accuse from their layered incompetence..fronting off without consciense or purpose. A loud lard on the land..was this chicken pooper.
Her decendants continue the tradition of chicken poop and assumption to this day. (nothing ever changes)
I shall never forget my friends of that time..I shall never forget those times..I will always remember my father..I will always remember who I am..
I will never lie.
Doing something that one shouldn't..came a situation where they couldn't..Peace Tony
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