TheBanyanTree: [Fwd: SAY what???!!!]

[paul]

I'm laughing here. I think I have a mail list rule set so that mail
from non-members is vaporized. "tobie at lmi.net" is not a list member
but is now added to the exception filter.

As for anti-semitic, I had a Jewish grandfather and yeah, granmama was
a good Catholic and kept a kosher kitchen. :)

Here it is!  Incoming from Tobie!!!

paul


-------- Original Message --------
Subject: SAY what???!!!
Date: Tue, 1 Nov 2016 13:24:27 -0700
From: Tobie Helene Shapiro <tobie at shpilchas.net>
To: thebanyantree-owner at lists.remsset.com



Hey! Why was my message rejected?


I know I haven’t posted for years, but I still read all the stories.
You mean I’ve been discontinued?!

It’s because you’re anti-semitic, isn’t it!!! That’s it! You don’t
like me because I’m a Jew. RATS!

C’mon, be a dear. Post my message. I was wondering why it didn’t show
up in the inbox. It’s about YB. Way back to Spoon days, too.


Are you there?

Am I here?


Here’s my message as I wrote it:


*From: *Tobie Helene Shapiro <tobie at lmi.net <mailto:tobie at lmi.net>>
*Subject: **Re: TheBanyanTree: STARGAZR*
*Date: *October 31, 2016 at 8:57:14 AM PDT
*To: *"A comfortable place to meet other people and exchange your own
*original* writings." <thebanyantree at lists.remsset.com
<mailto:thebanyantree at lists.remsset.com>>


Oh yes! Youngblood!


Remember the call for donations to make a gift for Youngblood? Not
money, no. The gift involved everyone sending in souvenir spoons
from all over? I fashioned them onto a large poster-board and made a
giant artwork for her which I carried on an airplane to Houston and
presented to her in person.

I was sitting in the airport looking conspicuous waiting for her to
pick me up. It was overcast with smog. I can’t even recall the time
of year. When she walked up to me, we both had a moment of cautious
recognition, you know, like a blind date smoking over the population
for the correct stranger? (the correct stranger. I’ll have to write
that down). At the time, Youngblood was not happy about things and
confessed feeling like a burden to everyone around her. AH BUT
NO!!!!!!! She was a blasting flame of energy to everyone around her,
even in her depleted state of mind.

Seeing the woman after reading her prodigious brilliant spirit in
words for so long was a deep slow thrill that I can’t explain. What I
can explain is that their apartment was so thick with cigarette smoke
that I had to sit outside the sliding window-doors that opened to the
yard. I felt like such a petty Berkeleyite and I suppose I still am.
But they both understood and we conversed through the doors.

I wish I could find her last email to me. I know it’s here someplace
on this mac, hiding among other less important stuff. At the point
that she wrote it she told me that she was barely capable of writing
anymore because her mind was so woven crazy from the brain tumor. But
it was one of the most eloquent woven crazy writing I’d ever gotten
from her. One phrase referred to the chronic grass smoking and was
worded like this:

……….. purling roll joints …………

I’ll have to look for it harder and report back. It does the heart
good to hear that her ashes were distributed so widely and so
lovingly. What a quirky prophet she was.

Tobie
ever in Berkeley
rarely elsewhere
lacking the ticket
the time
too much tethered
but grinning






Keep your eye out and note everything you say and everything you do,
and ABSOLUTELY everything you put in writing, because you never know
when someone will come after you. And no matter what you know you
did, said or meant, they may prove you wrong in a court of law. And
that's the only truth that matters. THS 2014





Tobie Shapiro
mailto:tobie at shpilchas.net







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