Jack and Me 1           

 

I haven’t felt free to write about this until now but since it appears the Trump administration is finally going to release a lot of the secret Kennedy stuff I think that it’s only a matter of time till people learn the truth.

I grew up in Isla Vista, California and that’s where I met the guys who faked the moon landing.

There weren’t a lot of kids in I.V. back then. It was and still is a college town about that’s 130 miles up the coast from L.A. and located beside the University of California Santa Barbara. In 1963 Isla Vista was one square mile set on the beach and it was nothing but college kids and us. When My parents moved us there they had no idea that it was a college town. They had no idea their two boys would grow up among keg parties, dope fiends and counter revolutionaries – not to mention some of the folks who would later go on to kidnap newspaper heiress Patty Hearst. (I am getting ahead of myself).

There were these guys who lived in a big ranch style house right across the street from our family and in 1969 they were the ones who faked the moon landing

Their greatest achievement, however, was just a few years earlier. That’s when they faked the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.

I was twelve. When the president moved in with the guys across the street no one paid attention. People were constantly coming and going. It was a college town and students and professors and lots of random individuals were moving in and out all the time, and like I said, no one paid attention.

Jack and I hit it off right away. He insisted that I call him Jack and that was fine with me.

I have always kept a journal